Brutal Vows Novels & Stories

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

“When I say we are done with an interrogation, we are done.” I struggled against him but he leaned his whole weight on me “ And second” he growled, his thumb brushing over my lower lips roughly “you became mine the moment you said those vows on the altar, mine to fuck, mine to obey and mine to put in your fucking place.” “ Third…” He cut his own words off by slamming his lips into mine, kissing me brutally. The moment he pulled back slightly for air, I pulled my head back and smashed it against his fucking nose. His head went back and his grip loosen then I kicked him on his crotch.

“Forgive me… forgive me…” The woman cried as she looked at her daughter’s face. “I can’t protect you…” Robert snorted harshly. His face was filled with anger. The whip was raised again. “You two are exactly the same!” SMACK! Another harsh lash landed. “Do you think I don’t know what happened today?” He pointed the whip at Livia. “This shameless girl dared to seduce her own sister’s fiancé!” Rossa shook her head in panic. “No! Livia would never do that!”

I used his limp body as a battering ram, hurling him into two others and sending them violently sprawling into the shattered glass. It was a display of horrifying, unfiltered Vanguard brutality. I didn't draw my sword. I didn't need it. My wolf was screaming for absolute slaughter, his phantom claws ripping right through my internal restraint. I grabbed an assassin's arm and tore it completely from its socket with my bare hands, using his own severed limb to beat another man back into a marble pillar. I caved in chest plates with my heavy steel boots, crushing ribs into powder. I cracked skulls against the stone, leaving a horrific trail of mangled flesh and pulverized bone in my wake.

The beautiful white hair seemed to halo a mask of fury. "You are a fool," he hissed, his voice dropping below a whisper, becoming a dry, rattling sound. "A pathetic, disloyal fool. I gave you everything, and yet you still choose this pathetic path. I will allow you one final opportunity to choose correctly. Swear to me, now, that you will abandon this pathetic new alliance, that you will fight under my banner, and I will forgive this insult." He emphasized the word now with a final, brutal squeeze of her windpipe.

she continued, voice dripping with poisonous sweetness, “this isn't just about survival. It’s about devotion. Show me who truly deserves the Gates name. Show me who’s willing to stain their hands for my approval.” She snapped her fingers. The gate at the far side of the arena creaked open—and two long blades were tossed inside, clattering to the ground between the brothers. “Begin,” she whispered, eyes gleaming. “Let the blood speak.”

He read it aloud, because some words were too important to be heard only once. > “Let this be our final silence. If this box is opened, then the vow is broken. Blood has outlived its promise. The Vitale and Moretti lines were bound by betrayal, not loyalty. If one family survives the other, the seal will break. When the seal breaks, memory will return. And when memory returns, no empire shall stand. The only way forward is to choose the end. Not vengeance. Not justice. An end. One life, freely given, to close the door again.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

Watch this,” I said, my voice steady as I stepped onto the stage in that blood-red gown. The spotlight hit me hard. Two hundred of the most influential people in the room turned my way. I tapped the tablet once. The giant screens behind me exploded. Bank records. Contracts. Photos of dead bodies. Every dirty secret stamped with the Volkov name. Gasps ripped through the ballroom. Someone dropped a champagne glass. It shattered loud against the marble floor. “Ladies and gentlemen,” I spoke into the mic, letting the words cut sharp, “tonight we stop pretending. Luciano Volkov isn’t some respected businessman. He’s a killer, and his family has spilled enough innocent blood.”

My own twisted cravings eclipsed any sense of reason or morality. "Too bad, you worthless piece of shit, you couldn't do a goddamn thing to save your sorry excuse for a family and friends after I spelled out my plans for them to you," I spat, my voice laced with venomous delight. "You'll soon hear the sweet symphony of their screams, echoing through these godforsaken cells. The cries of your brothers, your men... It's over, Santino, and you're gonna watch every fucking second of it."