Broken Vows Oblivion Novels & Stories

I smiled, feeling a sense of closure and liberation. “This is it,” I whispered to the empty room. “This is my story. Shattered Vows, but rebuilt life.” Darius leaned over, brushing a kiss against my temple. “And it’s beautiful,” he said softly. “Just like you.” I laughed quietly, the sound full of relief and contentment. “It’s our story too, in a way.” He nodded, holding my hand. “Every part of it. Every scar, every mistake, every triumph. And now… we get to write the next chapters together.”

Evelyn interrupted gently but firmly. Her voice trembled slightly now. “Yes, we went through a lot recently together. Yes, you protected us. Yes, you almost lost your life trying to save Ethan.” Her eyes grew glossy. “But none of that changes the past.” The room became deathly silent. Evelyn looked directly at him now. “You broke me, Adrian.” The words landed like knives. “You humiliated me… ignored me… chose another woman over me while I begged for your love.” Adrian’s breathing slowed painfully.

They looked nothing like my four with different faces, different powers, but the echoes were unmistakable. The way they looked at her. The way they reached for her instinctively. The way her magic flared for each of them. The Maiden spoke softly beside me. “We swore unity.” The scene shifted again but so fast I staggered. She stood in the ruins, the same room where I’d stepped through the light. Her bond-mark glowed white-hot. The four warriors knelt before her. “It was perfect,” she whispered. “Until I broke the vow.” The memory froze.

Her arms fell on her sides. “He is in an induced coma,” i mustered the courage to tell her as i walked around him, away from her. “What exactly is wrong with him?” She asked horrifically. “Tell me drew.” “He may or may not be fine but he needs help being fine but you need to trust me.” I said. She chuckled. “There is nothing in me rotating about the axis of trust anymore Drew, dont you get?” “Ryan betrayed me, Fiona betrayed me, heck even Derrick betrayed me and somehow, you have envelopes of secrets beneath your sleeves as well.”

Now, all that remained was an emptiness that no amount of whiskey could drown. A sharp knock on the door snapped him from his thoughts. His assistant, Damon, stepped in, holding an envelope. “She left this for you.” Killian snatched it from him, his fingers tightening around the crisp paper. He hesitated before opening it, his pulse hammering against his ribs. Inside, a single note in her delicate handwriting: I loved you once. But love without trust is nothing. And I refuse to be nothing. His grip trembled, rage and regret intertwining in a suffocating grip around his throat. He had broken her. And in doing so, he had broken himself.

A tear slid down my eyes as I watched him recite those wedding vows he had recited that day. “I will build a dynasty that no force can break. A dynasty that the heavens will rejoice over. That the earth will celebrate. You are mine, Sienna. And I am yours. Until our dying breath and till eternity.” My legs gave way, and I fell to my knees, my hands to the ground. My heart felt all of the pain and heartbreak all over again. Those vows… those vows were never fulfilled because Sabrina had come between us. She broke the dynasty Roman promised he would build. The dynasty the heaven and earth should have protected, yet allowed Sabrina break and shatter it to pieces.

She just wanted to be rid and free of this torture and pain in her ass. Jacob gazed at the girl on the floor as if hesitating with the blood oath. He didn't plan for things to come this far. The hood was not supposed to know of her, but her betrayal of him brought her here and now the blood oath, it may seem like a good choice, though he knew what it could do. “ The knife and glasses,” Jacob demanded, not taking his eyes off the girl who seemed like she could pass out any time soon. The hood erupted in gaieties.

I took my time telling him what had transpired and what his grandmother had done. He stated that the only alternative left to me was to breach the oath of fealty. And because it has broken and will not operate again, we must construct a new covenant. My Lord, we have no choice but to break it, so break it for us. We'd get our heads together and make a new covenant after we'd left here. Can you close your eyes for three hours straight? You may not sleep or close your eyes. However, you must kneel and close your eyes. The celestial Lord talked with the royal family's forebears, who instructed him how to undo the oath of power that they had created. The celestial Lord did as he was instructed.

It belonged to someone they all knew but prayed they would never hear again. The priestess staggered toward the shattered altar, her hands trembling. “The seal is broken,” she murmured. “For nineteen years it held… and tonight the mate bond shattered the last chain.” She looked at Lucienne with haunted eyes. “Alpha, you didn’t just find your mate. You awakened an enemy.” A deafening howl rolled across the mountains. Then another. And another. They weren’t coming from SilverMist wolves. Hundreds of unfamiliar voices answered each other from every direction, closing in on the palace like a storm.

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”