Brutal Vows Novels & Stories

I heard her laughter echo as she turned away, footsteps fading into the shadows. I lay there trembling, pain burning through every inch of me. But through the haze, something colder, sharper, settled in my chest. I forced myself up, swaying on unsteady legs. The blood slicked my arms, my dress clung torn and heavy, but I refused to fall again. My voice was hoarse, but steady as I whispered into the night: “I will grow stronger. Strong enough to drag you, all of you, into hell with me.” The vow burned in my veins, hotter than the blood that stained me.

Brutus raised Woody's stack of black cards and mocked in disdain, "What a fucking joke! I've never even seen such cards! They must be fake! And this … What trash is this?" He picked up the deerskin needle bag and took a brief glance at it, thinking it was just worthless junk. "Give it back!" Woody was infuriated. But not only did Brutus not give it back, he even threw it to the ground and stomped on it. "Trash! Just like you, you ex-convict!" Woody could no longer hold back his anger. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles popped simultaneously. "You asshole!" A slap landed on Brutus' face, sending him crashing to the ground with a loud smack. One of his cheeks instantly became r

Vows for which I am standing in front of this devil, signing my life to him. I promise myself that I will not cry a single tear until I have brought him to his knees. I promise myself that I will carve my pain into his soul, just as he has carved his name into mine. I promise myself that I will be the same fire in his life that burnt down my empire. I promise myself that no matter how many chains he wraps around me, I will break every single one of them. I promise myself that I will make him regret ever believing he could own me.

“Who you were, you mean. Cuz brother, you’re all dead now. All four of you.” Slava smiled and showed his bloody teeth. “You may have taken four of us out, but you’ll never get to all of us. We are Bratstvo Ubiyts, and someone else will take our places. There are more of us and you will feel their wrath before you all die. And there will be no mercy as that only brings pain to the bearer,” Slava whispered. A minute later… The Russian hitman closed his eyes and breathed his last breath.

Abel picked up his gun and pointed it at Brute who froze at the sight of the gun. "Any last words buddy?" Brute went dumb. He threw his axe at Abel who caught it with ease by the handle. "You like tearing human limb by limb right?" Abel asked mockingly. Abel shot Brute at both legs, the latter screamed in agonizing pain as he fell to the ground. Abel dragged the axe on the ground as he approached Brute where he laid groaning. He raised the axe and butchered Brute limb for limb, blood splashing on his face and all over his body as he did so. Soon he stopped satisfied with the gory sight of Brute's death.

I had suffered more pain than this, but I was tired, both physically and mentally. “My, you have such soft skin. No wonder Vitale fancies you.” “You know, until now, I’d only heard rumours about bratkis being sneaky bastards. They kill. They maim. They torture. But they attack from behind like cowards.” He gritted his teeth, his meaty breath fanning my face. I scrunched my nose and seethed. “That’s how you attacked me. From the back. Sick fucks! I bet you treat your mothers and sisters like whores too.”

“By my blood, I bind myself to you. To fight with you, to bleed with you, to fall with you if the Vale itself falls.” He held his hand out. Brann was the first to step forward. He drew his own blade, cut his palm, and pressed it against Maxim’s. The blood mingled, warm and thick. “By blood, I bind,” Brann swore. One by one, they came. Men, women, youths. Each cut, each press of palm against Maxim’s. Each vow whispered not just to him, but to the Beast that prowled beneath his skin. “By blood, I bind.”

Brutus's emotions surged uncontrollably, and his agitation reached its peak. He began to leap and dash, engaging in a frenzy of punches. Towering trees crumbled under the force of his blows, the frozen surface of the lake shattered into fragments with each powerful strike, and the one-meter-square-sized rocks were reduced to rubble beneath the relentless force of Brutus' fists.

But like Roman he too cut his throat in front of me and made his vows to me. “I, Levi Hunt, Vow to you, my love, I will bleed. I will bleed before I harm you in any way ever again, both physical and emotional pain. For you, I vow to never let another day go by without you knowing how much I love you. I vow to never let you go and to track you down where ever you may hide. You are my heart, my blood, my life, my forever.”

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV As father put it, today was the day I would finally meet the man who would own me. Apparently, I will become his bitch. I would rather stab out my own eyes and eat them than be someone's property. Who do these guys think they are?