Cunning Vows Novels & Stories

“Promise me that if you ever show up just to annoy me again, you’ll end up with every nasty pack curse imaginable—cysts, lumps, and a permanent loss of your shift.” Then I turned my gaze to Ethan. “What about you, Alpha? Want to make a vow too? I have a perfect one for you. If you ever bother my peace again, you’ll suffer from a permanent limp and total sexual dysfunction.” I leaned back, feeling invigorated. “Sounds terrible, doesn’t it? I’m such a ruthless bitch. Asking you both to stay away from me seems like a fair trade for everyone’s safety, right?” Ethan and Lila were so taken aback they seemed to lose their ability to speak. Ethan was the first to find his voice, shooting me a glare.

I vowed. However, when everyone thought that I was about to conclude, they all gasped in surprise when I continued and took out a poisoned dart. " .... and I add to my solemn vow that I shall continue to selflessly care, love and serve you both in both, life and DEATH !” I promised and took the most difficult vow of royalty- the ‘Supreme Vow of Life’ as I pressed the poisoned dart in my palm and held it over the sacred fire so that the dart disappeared inside my palm, leaving a hot trail of bubbling blood in its wake.

But Vincent remained silent. The doppelgänger leaned closer, his eyes glowing brighter still. “Do you want proof, bride? The truth is locked inside that desk over there…but it's secured tight and only he…” he pointed at Vincent “…can unlock it.” Camela swallowed hard. “What’s inside?” she asked. The doppelgänger's smile sharpened menacingly as he replied. “His true vows…the ones he never said out loud; those that bind him more than any wedding chain ever could. If you want to know what he swore, make him open it.”

My stomach turned with each verse, each step that brought them closer to sealing what should have been mine. The elder dipped his fingers into a silver bowl filled with crushed moon herbs, smearing the paste across their wrists. “Tonight, you will mark each other. Bite to bond, blood to seal, and flesh to claim. Speak your vow.” Caius’s voice was strong, commanding, proud. “I vow to protect you, to lead beside you, and to honor our bond until death.” Liana’s was sweet, dripping with false humility. “I vow to stand with you, to serve beside you, and to honor our bond until death.”

" I looked into his deep eyes and saw my reflection clearly within them. In this life, there was no betrayal, no despair. Only blooming flowers and a love that would never fade. "Joseph, I love you too."

Adrian took note on it. Jeong Woo Jin. "Should I get Miss. Carolina?" The Butler asked. With a simple gesture, Adrian ordered the presence of Carolina. Wen Carolina arrived and she saw the letter and gifts from Woo Jin, A flash of anxiety Then— A kick. Adrian kicked the bags in anger, sending them flying to different directions while he kept his feet on one "Burn them" he said. "Nothing enters the house without my permission" he said in a warning tone as the guards packed the bags immediately.

My fists hit his shoulder again and again as everything I had buried exploded. “I endured you!” I screamed. “For two years! I tolerated everything!” I hit him again. “You stopped touching me! You stopped looking at me! And still, I never looked at another man!” Tears streamed down my face. “I was loyal to you!” I cried. “You promised to love me! To protect me after our vows ! But you mistreated me. You broke me every day!” The woman scoffed. “He never loved you. It was me. It’s always been me.”

"If she takes the supreme vow, the shared triad pool will double, she will have the strength to stitch the veil closed by herself." Anna looked between the four Alphas, her jaw clenching as she stepped away from the cot, her bare feet clicking softly against the floorboards. "If a crown is what it takes to keep your men from running like cowards, then do it," she said, her voice perfectly calm, completely devoid of fear. "Bring the seals, swear the oaths, and let's get to the crossroads." "It is not just about oaths, Anna," Vance whispered, his face turning an ash-gray color as he looked down at the floor, a sudden, heavy hesitation creeping into his tone that made my inner wolf bristle with

Livia looked at the paper with blurred vision. Her head was spinning. Blood was still dripping from the wound on her hand. “I… can’t…” Her voice was weak. Adrian looked at her coldly. “Can’t?” He walked closer. Every step felt like a threat. “You ruined my engagement.” His gaze was sharp. “You think you can just walk away?” Livia shook her head slowly. “I didn’t do anything…” Adrian gave a short laugh. “Of course.” He picked up the contract and threw it right in front of Livia’s face.

The liquid hissed against the stone, steam rising as if the Chalice itself fed on loyalty. One by one, wolves rose. Alphas and warriors, healers and seers, the young trembling but defiant—all came forward. They cut their palms and spilled into the Chalice, murmuring oaths of vengeance, loyalty, kinship. The Chalice grew heavier with blood, its contents swirling as if alive. Some vows rang with fury: “By my blood, I’ll burn Kael’s name from the earth!” Others were soft with grief: “For my brother, slain last moon. I give my life freely.”