Brutal Vows Novels & Stories

I close the gap, lift my leg, and kneed his foot. “Dream big, asshole, but try to keep it realistic.” I tossed the knife and went back to the living room for the coffee. Day Two of Hell on Earth, starring Aiden Smith as Lucifer. ****

A dreamy sigh departs her lips. Lifting my left hand, I look at my naked ring finger that will soon adorn a wedding ring. A gold band to legally state that I am officially off the market and that I exclusively belong to one of the cruellest men alive. A Bratva Kingpin. Artemis Volkov. Did you know that Volkov means Wolf in the English language? Pretty ironic if you ask me since he prefers to be addressed as, Wolf. A tattooed, raven-haired, sapphire blue-eyed wolf with an insatiable hunger for dominance. A seductive ruthless maniac who leaves a path of destruction in his wake and a mark of devastation upon his victims.

He explained calmly. I sat there for a while letting his words soak in before a burst of confidence rushed through me. "Fuck you and your rules." I said in his face as I emphasized the word 'fuck' He clenched his jaw and his eyes flared with anger, but he took a deep breath before speaking. "You just got here so imma let this slide. But just know I don't do this often so do it again and I won't hesitate to slit your wrist." He said calmly as his hands rested on his temples.

he says, the weight of his words falling like a sledgehammer. I’m speechless for what feels like an eternity, then I leap to my feet again. Alpha Roman? The Black Veil Bratstvo, a ruthless sect of the Russian Bratva, are known for their bloodthirsty ways as well as their cold-blooded tactics in war and politics. Alpha Roman, their Pakhan and leader, is the worst of them—or so the stories go. “Are you serious, Father? Alpha Roman is… We’re in a war with the Russians!”

I exclaimed. “What, you never witnessed that back at Grey Wolf?” He looked at me, smiling. “I did, but I never did it myself,” I replied. “And to be honest, never thought I’d witness it again.” “It goes great with my favorite Russian phrase.” Blake had a glint in his eyes. He turned to the other poor bastard, who was convulsing uncontrollably in fear. As Blake’s warriors struggled to hold him down, a puddle formed on the floor from him pissing himself. Blake just as swiftly sliced his dick off and yelled, “Hui tebé v rot!” as he did the same thing again, shoving it into his companion’s mouth.

****** “Bloody hell!” Ethan stared in disbelief as the conniving witch shut the door, leaving him naked, aroused and very very furious. Erin had actually walked out on him. She’d seduced him, played him for a fool and then humiliated him in the worst possible way. He let loose another stream of curses, desperately needing an outlet for his frustrations. Most especially, he wanted to wring the little minx’s neck, then take her over his knees and spank her silly till she begged his forgiveness.

“I vow to you, Valeria… to hunt you when you run, to catch you when you fall, to fuck you until your legs shake and your voice breaks. I vow to mark every inch of your skin with my teeth and my cum, to fill you so deep you’ll feel me for days. I vow to protect this pack with my last breath—and to ruin you sweetly every night until the moon forgets how to rise. You are mine. My obsession. My salvation. Forever.” My breath hitched. Heat flooded my core so fast my thighs trembled. I repeated it back—voice shaking but sure. “I vow… to let you hunt me, to let you catch me, to take every inch of you until I’m shaking and screaming. I vow to wear your marks, to drip for you, to be your obsession… f

There was no turning back. “I, Damon Westwood before the elders and members make this vow in spirit and soul" he began. I repeated after him and then he began to recite the vows. “Before the eternal stars and the silent moon,I kneel in shadow and light alike.I vow to bind my breath to the living, my blade to the forgotten,my soul to the endless hunt.” He started. I repeated after him and he continued. Our voices were the only thing we could hear. “By ash and by fire, by blood and by dust,I renounce slumber while the fanged still walk.Let no glamour cloud my sight, let no darkness sway my spirit” he said and I repeated again.

Securing potions tempt bay. Fractured recoiling voluntary crumpling shards faded. "Yield broken amplified voluntary." Retreat halted scrys proof. Victory echoes deeper amplified voluntary weakened murmur. Chambers rut renewed claiming fierce devouring thrusts unrelenting arching pinned wrists eyes hunger. "Magnificent," growled savage depths stars coiling haze teased touch roamed pinching moans built locked heels deeper. "Alexander that fuck dripping harder," whimpered amplifying blinding wolves mental savage ripped clenching followed roar spilling hot entwined glow.

I tore my hands out of my mother's grip and grabbed the guard's small blade. I slit my palm and winced as pain throbbed in my body. I grabbed my mother's hands, staring into her wide, horrified eyes. My trembling lips parted and rage burned in me as the screams haunted me and my brother's fading eyes burned into me. “I, Octavia Valerius, swear to bring vengeance for Blackwater Pack and the Valerius family. I swear to conquer the Thorne Alphas and the Lockwood Pack.”