Broken Vows Oblivion Novels & Stories

As I looked up to watch it reality kicked in. "You tricked me. I didn't hear those two oaths. You can't do this." I whimpered out the last part. I couldn't leave even if I tried my hardest. They used my weakness. I watched as The God of the Future banged on the table and acted normal when I looked over at everyone, so I didn't realize what they were doing. I gave them permission to break all bonds and oaths that I created from before. Then Chasity brought snowy and purposely messed with him as Tod asked me to agree to marriage.

The word settled deep in my chest, fracturing the last of Elias’s poisonous whispers. I kissed her hard, pouring the reclaimed fire into it—possession, gratitude, the dark promise of what I’d do to protect what was mine. She melted into me, fingers digging into my shoulders, matching my intensity. When we broke apart, both breathing ragged, I rested my forehead against hers. “The Ghost wanted to break me with fractured vows,” I said quietly. “He doesn’t understand. My vows to you—to Alora—they’re what’s going to bury him.” Liora smiled, small but devastating. “Then let’s start digging his grave.”

The one carved from obsidian beneath the Hollowveil chapel ruins—known in whispers as The Place Where Vows Were Broken. There, the gate shimmered for the first time. It didn’t look like a door. It looked like absence. A vertical tear in reality, jagged and oozing smoke. At the center, a dim red light throbbed like a buried heartbeat. And it was calling her name. “Alika...” Again and again. The voice of every bride who died before their vows. --- She stirred in my arms. Whimpered. “Ethan...” Her voice was dry, barely a breath.

“This is how a true Alpha treats his partner. My dear brother has stayed up all night to care for Lilith.” I forced a bitter smile and turned off my phone. Perhaps it all started from the moment he tried to take my compensation… Thinking of the compensation, I quickly logged into my online banking account. The 100,000 dollars was still safely sitting in my account. Thank goodness, it was all there. I transferred the money into my private account. The man I once loved betrayed me, and now, even though I had miscarried, he was still with another woman. Now that our child was gone, our marriage had come to an end.

He felt something inside her reach back through the blood contact—not the instinctive response of a wolf recognizing its mate but something older, something that moved with the certainty of a thing that has been waiting for exactly this. The priestess stumbled back from the altar, one hand pressed flat against her chest. Her milky eyes went wide. She was seeing something in the spirit realm that wasn't supposed to be there. Golden light pulsed at the point where their palms met, faint enough that only those nearest the altar caught it, brief enough that they could explain it away. Caelan didn't look at the light. He looked at his bride. --- — Nyx — The moment their blood mixed, her curse cra

"I know I was wrong! I dealt with that woman, and I’ve walked away from the Moretti family. Come back with me, please... I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. You can punish me however you want, just come back." I wrenched my hand away and took a disgusted step back. "I’ll say it one more time, sir. I don't know you." I pulled out my phone and dialed the local police right in front of him. "Elena, you can't do this to me... we had a blood oath..." "Shut up," I interrupted coldly. "Mr. Moretti, your so-called blood oath ended the second you gave that sapphire to Sophia. The woman I am now has absolutely nothing to do with you."

I smiled and paused again, this time standing up and leaning on the wall. “Keep the line open,” I tasted my lips with a soft smirk. “I may need you again. Goodbye.” And with that, I ended the call and set the phone aside with a deep exhale and crashed on to the bed. The taste of victory was heavy on my tongue and I couldn't help but smile about it. “Only a few days of pretending. Playing the fragile, confused wife. And it’s already working. Damon froze my accounts. He filed for divorce. He took everything. But now… I’m back in.”

"...I will immediately reinstate Alpha Garrick Savage to the Grey Crest Pack with full Alpha privileges, complete immunity from all legal consequences related to his recent actions, and restored status within the pack hierarchy..." Each word feels like swallowing glass, like carving pieces out of my soul. "...provided that Garrick Savage proves no continued threat to the pack's safety or stability. Should he violate this condition, the oath becomes void and all protections are forfeit." The binding swirls tighter, wrapping around our joined hands like chains. "This oath is sealed in blood, bound in magic, witnessed by the Moon Goddess herself. To break it is to invite death. To honor it is t

To the rule I broke before. Something sacred hums beneath my skin. Old. Untouched. The child’s eyes widened. “You can’t,” he whispers. “That rule is” “I know what it is,” I say softly. Kieran’s voice cracks. “Nova, please.” “I choose us,” I say. The bond screams. The pain spikes then shifts. Changes direction. “What did you do?” Kieran asks, voice shaking. I smile through tears. “I broke the rule that says love must pay in blood,” I say.

He let out a broken sound—not quite a sob, not quite a laugh—and pulled her fully into his arms, burying his face in her neck. Behind them, the remnants of the Echo’s veil faded completely, leaving only silence. And then— The Fractured appeared at the edge of the restored corridor, staring at them with wide, almost horrified eyes. “What did you do?” they whispered, stepping closer. “Aria… Erevan… your bond… it’s not—” Aria lifted her head weakly from Erevan’s shoulder. “Not what?” The Fractured swallowed. “It’s not a bond anymore.”