Cunning Vows Novels & Stories

~~~~~~~~~~ When the camera activated, the world didn’t see a queen draped in gold. They saw a woman in soot and blood. Standing before the corpse of mercy. Her voice was cold fire: “You tried to make me a myth.” “You whispered prophecy. Spoke of gods and monsters. Called me the Mother of Reset. As if I were a warning carved into bone.” “But listen carefully. Because this is not scripture.” “This is a vow.” She stepped forward. The wind stirred her coat. The crayon page slipped from her fingers and blew into the ashes. “I will not be your pawn. I will not be your bride. I will not trade my crown for safety or silence.”

, he replied. Rosy clenched the documents in her hand and suddenly felt the urge to throw them in his face. He was truly a scoundrel. “Mr Johnson…”. “Rosy, I don't accept verbal promises. I won't give you another chance to deceive me, a woman who is unreliable with her words. Either come here and lock the door if you want to do it, or leave if you don't.”. Stephen interrupted. Rosy was infuriated. When had she been unreliable with her words? When had she deceived him? She didn't argue. She didn't want to share her husband with other women. Rosy turned and walked away. As she opened the door, Stephen's cold voice came from behind.

She was a sensible person, so she believed there was no point in continuing the marriage if Rhiannon and I were not meant to be. Irene looked at us and asked, "Did you ask us to come over because you want to cancel the marriage and ask us to return everything you'd given us as the wedding gift?" "There's no such thing as asking for a gift back," Donald said angrily. A moment ago, he had just admitted Rhiannon was in the wrong and promised to scold her. But he suddenly changed his attitude when the matter of returning the monetary gift came up. Just then, Rhiannon came back. All it took was one look for her to figure out what was going on.

Our blood mingled in the silver chalice before being pressed to each other’s lips. Ancient words were spoken. Binding. Irrevocable. When it came time to mark, I hesitated only a fraction before leaning in. My teeth grazed her skin, enough to seal the ritual without claiming more than necessary. Her fingers brushed my jaw, lingering. Possessive. The vows were exchanged beneath the moonlight. And just like that, it was done. Applause rose again, wilder this time. Wolves howled in approval. From across the courtyard, I saw Cael’s expression darken before he turned and disappeared into the night.

Mum spoke first. “The Moon marks what is broken and returns it made whole. We honor her law today.” She looked between Cowrie and her groom, then Gavin and Sariah, then Ruhan and me. “Three vows. One for bond, one for peace, one for rule.” Cowrie went first. “I vow to guard what is mine and take what is offered in trust.” Her husband repeated it. Mum nodded. Gavin spoke next. “I vow to shield what is mine and serve where I am needed.”

Eli tried to say something but Jennie cut him off "If anyone of you dare cut me off once more than i am gonna cut your tongues so zip up those fucking mouths and listen!........." Everyone virtually zipped their mouths "I can't tell because.....(Jennie closed her eyes and gathered all her courage) The promise i made was vow" Gasp escaped from everyone's mouth once they heard Jennie's confession. ( A promise that is vow is made between 2 people and only has one condition. Don't break it other wise at first the person whom you love the most would lose it's most important thing and if broken once more then the person you love the most dies. it's cruel and dangerous and is forbidden in all magic

She was a trapped bird, and I was the cage. ​"Careful, little wolf," I whispered, my voice a low rumble that only she could hear. "You keep looking at me like you want to slit my throat, and I might actually enjoy it." ​Her lips, full and painted a deep, bruised red, thinned into a hard line. She didn't answer. She just stood there, her eyes twin flames of defiance. ​The Pack Elder stepped forward, the ceremonial silver blade glinting in the candlelight. "We do not vow with words," he announced, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "We vow with blood. We vow with soul."