Broken Vows Oblivion Novels & Stories

Aurora, you should’ve just walked away from all of this. I bit my lip, trying to focus on Adrian instead of the firestorm of emotions inside me. The last thing I needed was another argument. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring—the one he had given me, the one that symbolized promises broken. Adrian’s eyes followed my every move. When I handed him the ring, his fingers brushed against mine, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of the past. But that moment quickly died. I wasn’t the same girl who had once believed in his promises. I wasn’t the same naive woman who had thought love was supposed to be easy.

With a soft clink, two dull platinum wedding bands tumbled out. Inside the bands, our initials were still engraved. At that moment, every last bit of strength drained from my body. I lifted a hand to cover my eyes and sobbed. The fifteen-year-old Pierse had made his promise with a heart full of certainty. And the fifteen-year-old Eva was simply happy to believe that the two of them would grow old together. Back then, neither of us knew the truth. When the fifteen-year-old Pierse made that promise, those very words came back like a bullet—hitting the twenty-eight-year-old Pierse right between the eyes.

Eve and Joy stared at her like she had lost her mind. Then, suddenly, Eve snorted. Joy frowned. "What?" Eve burst out laughing. Bella followed. Joy groaned. "You two are insane!" "You and I switched roles, that’s what happened," Eve grinned. Joy huffed. "Whatever." Then, she pointed a threatening finger at Bella. "You are not leaving this pack. You are either getting your mate back, getting another, or—" "Dating a hybrid," Eve interjected, wiggling her brows.

Chaos erupts as emotions boil over. The remaining coven members gather around us, their faces stern and focused. With determined hands, they bind my wrists and Cal’s with two vibrant red ties, tightly securing our connection. Odette steps forward, holding a black candle that flickers ominously in the nighttime air. She ceremoniously spills the wax along the length of the red thread, reciting an incantation that echoes through the space. “By threads unseen, once bound so tight, I call upon the ancient night. With heart and will, this bond I break, Two souls apart, now separate.” As she casts her next spell, I see the wax creep along between us, the thread burning out and despite how the line

Love wasn’t. I poured another drink and handed it to her. “To new alliances,” I said. Jessica took the glass, her fingers steady as she clinked it lightly against mine. “To new alliances,” she echoed. But we both knew… It was only a matter of time before one of us broke the deal. And when it happened, I’d make sure it wasn’t me. The drink was still cold in her hand when I decided. I wasn’t going to take her word for it. I needed action. Proof.

The black veins along his arm were shrinking at a terrifying speed, forced backward by the raw, untamed force of my awakening blood. A Blood Oath Bond. The words echoed in my head, cold and terrifying. I tried to yank my hand back, a sudden wave of panic choking my throat. “No… take it back! I didn’t mean to…” “Slava, wait…” Vaelin warned, reaching for me with his free hand. He was too late. The moment I forcibly tore my fingers from his palm, the crimson crest between us didn’t dissolve. It shattered like brittle glass. A violent, pressurized shockwave detonated in the center of the cabin.

Michaels whispered, turning to grab his pack from the floor. He hurried out of the keep and into the Silverfang Capital night, pulling out his communication scroll to alert Tamsyn, his hand flying to his stomach where the twin pups were already growing. The runes on his screen suddenly flared with an emergency pack alert from Elder Rowan at the Moon Oath Sanctuary. Michaels opened the message, his face draining of all color as he read the holy decree. "Alpha Evren Blackmoor has invoked the Rite of Rejection," Michaels read, his voice cracking in the cold air. "The betrothal is shattered, and Michaels Masterson is officially declared a rogue without a pack."

Then she touched her own chest. “And me.” Ethan stared at Lily. “What do you mean?” Lily looked at him. “Genesis doesn't need one Architect anymore.” Her lips curved into a smile. “It has three.” Ava suddenly screamed. The lights above them exploded. Glass rained across the floor. Ethan shielded Ava with his body. “Everyone down!” Another explosion shook the room. The monitors began flashing. ARCHITECT CONFLICT DETECTED. CONSCIOUSNESS COLLISION: 87%.

Eamon’s storm-blue eyes sharpened, authority rising like a storm. Caelan’s fingers tightened around Sable’s wrist. Sable’s lock held—but the echo’s voice slipped through the glass, pleased by the escalation: “Good,” it whispered. “Let the oath begin… so I can break it.”

It stayed hers. Aria caught the residual flame and sealed it into a crystal vial, Her hands smoked, Her eyes bled. But she held it firm. “You’re free,” she whispered. And Liora barely breathing smiled through tears. “Then we can begin.” Far away, in the ruins of a temple buried in shadow A creature stirred. It rose. Not Caelen. Not fully, But something wearing his soul like a stolen coat. He touched his chest. And growled. “She broke the bond, But she’ll never outrun what was born from it.”