Broken Vows Oblivion Novels & Stories

C‌hapt⁠er 7 Maria’s Warning Archive⁠. Ivie‍ sat wi⁠th the scrap betwee‌n‍ her fingers. The study‍ stayed quiet.‍ H‍er father’s chair was still too big under her, th‍e way it a⁠lways had‌ been.

He arranges them over my legs, smooths the edge like we are at home, like this is a normal night and not the end of what I know. He takes the chair beside me and pulls it close until our knees touch. The closeness is a message: you are not drifting. You are tethered and ultimately safe. Safe in oblivion. Safe from having to make the hard decisions. I look where my wedding set should be. I sold it. To help my dad. But that failed too. None of it matters now. None of this vendetta matters. I decide it in a single breath: I am not breaking this marriage.

“Ethan’s cruelty has no limits. Even now, he seeks to control you.” I pulled back slightly, my lips trembling. “Can it be broken?” He looked at me, his eyes blazing with determination. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and certain. “But it will not be easy. A blood oath is ancient magic, and to sever it, we must fight it with blood of our own.” A shiver ran through me. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he said, cupping my face in both hands, “that I will need to make my own vow, stronger than his. I will need to bind you to me—not as a possession, but as a protection. And to do that, blood must be spilled.”

"Lottie, it's just us here. The tent's zipped up, totally safe." Russell Odom's voice was smooth and suggestive as he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers brushing at my clothes. I shivered, spinning to face him. The memory of my death burned in my mind, fueling a hatred stronger than my fear. In my past life, those same words had lured me into trusting him, believing the wilderness hid us from prying eyes. I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us.

“Come back to the Snake Clan with me.” I pulled my hand free. “Abyron, we’re already divorced.” “I never agreed to that.” His voice grew louder. “Yoelle, I won’t agree with it.” I looked at him coldly as he raged. “Abyron, the Oath Stone has shattered. The bond between us is broken. Whether you agree to it or not, I’m no longer your wife.” The Oath Stone stood for the Snake Clan’s marriage vow. Ending that vow was not as simple as pouring spiritual energy into it. For the bond to break completely, one person’s heart had to truly let go.

He glances up at me. “You made a Blood Oath to Moon Bay. I made a Blood Oath to King Alwin.” “What?!” It really wasn’t what I expected him to say. “When?” “Does it matter, I just need to break it!” “You know you can only break an oath of that kind through one simple way. You would need to kill Alwin, the person who you made the Oath to!”

The world outside moved on as if nothing had happened but for Sarah, time had shattered just like the wine glass she had dropped the night before. She sat in her small apartment, numb, as the city buzzed beyond her window. The betrayal still clawed at her chest, a relentless ache she couldn't shake. She had spent the night tossing and turning, replaying James’ cruel words over and over. "You never matched my status." "Chloe does." Sarah’s fingers tightened around the coffee mug in her hands. She had given that man everything, her loyalty, her trust, her damn heart, only to be tossed aside like she was nothing.

"nexum inter fratres falsun. ut veritas revelatur." As she chanted, she picked up the dark crystal, not stopping. A sharp wind whipped through the room, circling Bryan and Aiden. They could feel it getting faint, the bond between them, the thread. With a final, powerful word, "revelatur." Morane raised the dark crystal high, absorbing the broken energy as the wrong mating bond between Bryan and Aiden snaps. Bryan and Aiden staggered slightly, feeling the bond they had between them dissolve into nothingness.

But he didn’t show it. He stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around her. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.” She let him hold her. But her arms stayed at her sides. Behind them, the Oathkeeper vanished into the mist. The scroll turned to ash. The blood oath was broken. So was everything they had built. But as the sky cleared above them and the first light broke through the clouds, Damon whispered into her hair— “I will love you again. Even if you never remember.”

"He is the key to everything, Ronan. The old ways are dying. The new ways are too chaotic. Without the bridge child to guide us, both worlds will fall to darkness." "That's not an answer." "It's the only answer I can give you." I stand up. "The oath is broken." "Oaths made in blood cannot be broken. You know this." "Watch me." I start to walk away, but her voice stops me. "If you break the oath, the consequences will fall on everyone you love. Your pack. Your mates. Your child." I turn back to her. "Is that a threat?" "It's a warning. The magic that bound your great-great-grandfather's oath is older than you can imagine. If you try to break it, that magic will demand payment."