Broken Vows Oblivion Novels & Stories

Blood dripped onto the moonstone below. "By blood and by moon, I swear this vow. I, Ivana, do hereby sever all bonds with Ethan. From this day forward, our lives and deaths are no longer entwined." A blast of magic erupted. The last thread of our spiritual connection snapped. Ethan collapsed, a beast-like howl tearing from his throat. When the ritual was done, I turned to leave. "Ivana!" Oliva's voice called from behind me. I turned. She was holding up a weakened Ethan, a victorious smile on her face.

“But not the war.” I meet his gaze. “Then stop fighting it through me.”His eyes flicker—pride, sorrow, something like love. “We will meet again,” he says quietly. “When you’re ready to face what’s coming.” The air ripples.He dissolves into frost and wind—gone. The church slumps, exhausted. I sag fully into Lucien’s arms.Ruby rushes forward. Milo clings to my side. Gideon exhales shakily. “The bond is broken.”

“That this is what you wanted. That you’re happy. You’re not. I can see it.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the bouquet still clutched in my lap. The roses were already wilting, petals bruised from the day’s cruelty. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. A humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and bitter. “Neither did I.” And in that moment, I realized the truth: We were strangers bound by broken pieces. Two scarred souls forced into a union neither of us believed in. The question wasn’t whether we could survive it.

She clung to his arm with a smug, victorious smile on her face. I looked at him in disappointment. "Charalambos, you betrayed me," I said softly. He looked at me apologetically. Guilt was written all over his face. "I'm sorry. I've only ever loved you. Once the pup comes, you can raise it." I clenched my fists, and my nails dug into my palms. In the end, he did cheat. The mate bond never warned me over the past three years. It was probably because he deliberately blocked our mind-link.

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

And he left. She broke down completely as soon as he closed the door behind him. What has she gotten herself into? She wondered. She looked at the white bandage wrapped around her right arm and remembered falling onto broken glasses of her Khumrah bottles. Never had she ever thought Abubakar could lay his hands on her, neither had she ever thought he'll accuse her of carrying another man's baby in her womb. She was a virgin when he deflowered her. She was chaste and pious when he cajoled her into committing Zinah (fornication). She was just a helpless girl in love with him and he's using that love to his advantage.

Vicky answered. I sighed heavily and rubbed the back of my neck. “Oh, he’s already betraying the bond. That’s all.” Nova growled. “Shit. That fucking bastard.” “It’s not gonna stop overnight,” I explained carefully. “It’s gonna take a couple of days before the bond fully weakens then breaks. You girls need to prepare yourselves.” As I stood up, I happened to glance toward the hallway. Brisa walked past the room throwing dirty looks inside. I scoffed. “Well, shit. If he isn’t with her, he’s probably with somebody else already. Damn.”

If they wanted a chance at changing their future, they had to rewrite the rules together. Elara took a slow step forward. “Swear it, then. No deception. No hidden knives.” Vesper smirked. “Would you even believe me if I did?” A silence stretched between them before Elara raised her hand, a flicker of ancient magic dancing at her fingertips. “Then let’s make it unbreakable.” His smirk faded. This was no ordinary alliance. This was a binding oath—one that, if betrayed, would cost them both more than their lives.

“Yeah. He didn't want anything to happen to you. It also explains why he didn’t kill me, even though he had the opportunity. He didn't want you to die, because he still cares about you...” “Liam is an asshole, but he was working with Samuel because he wanted something. I'm sure he was promised some type of position in return for helping him. They never got along when I guarded him, they tolerated each other because Liam liked knowing someone on the committee.” “I’m curious, why wasn’t the bond break painful for us?” “Because we didn’t break our bond.” She says as if the answer is so simple. “But you…” I start. “My oath was broken. The Guardian oath and the bond are different. The oath is my