Cunning Vows Novels & Stories

"With this hand, I will multiply your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your lethal wine. Her heart thudded, How strange and scary, Did he just say the wrong vow? And are the people here deaf not to hear the wicked vows? "With this candle, I will dim your way in the light" He added as he impassively blew off the candle flame, It was the opposite vow. How could a groom vow to dim his bride's way to light and the whole assemblage silent like it's the most normal thing on earth? "With this ring, I bind you to eternal doom" he added and propelled her finger into the silver wedding ring violently.

Leela said, "We do our wedding different the first thing you need to know is Vow. Vow is the circle you are in now. "Leela said, ''Vowel is a spell we use to make Nervous couple comfortable with one another. The widow will be left open because when the moonlight hit the spell it will be activated. You won't be able to leave the circle until the first blood is drawn in. "Leela said, ''The second thing is the contract signing this is vow between both of you, the contract sign will have a term that both you in Nolan will agree too. Then there will be rules that you and the king will have to make.''Leela said.

The path tightened, its threads coiling like a lover’s whispered promise, leading to a crystalline chamber, its walls shimmering with reflections of their hearts—moments of trust, now fragile under the weight of manipulation. At the chamber’s center stood a loom, its frame pulsing with prismatic light, its threads weaving a tapestry of vows—promises of eternal love, unbreakable bonds. A figure emerged, not a weaver but a mirror of Jessica, her eyes sharp with cunning. “I am Vynia, the Vow Weaver,” she said, her voice Jessica’s, dripping with manipulation. “Your love is strong, but it’s flawed. Vow to me, and I’ll bind the nexus to your hearts forever—or refuse, and watch your love unravel.”

Only the vows that would bind them further than their mate bond would. You are mine and I am yours. Where you go, I will go. Your happiness is my happiness and your grief is my grief. From this day until the day we depart this world. Then, the Elder handed Denzel an ornate dagger with which he pricked his thumb and gently smeared the drop of blood that had formed, down Cinnia's lips. Cinna repeated the same and then they shared a deep kiss, sealing the vows forever as the pack members cheered and whistled.

Taking a vow with somebody’s life on the line is a serious matter. It is not simply words. A vow is made using one’s own wolf, and if a life is placed on the line, that individual’s wolf is also involved. A vow that is untrue results in a terrible death for the individual whose life has been used. “You have a sister, don’t you?” I take a step forward. “You and Vivian referred to me as a promiscuous whore. And in a public setting, no less. Make a vow right now and prove to everyone, using her life, that I was the palace whore.”

However, I was still unprepared for what came next. For the first time, Dante's fingers touched my cheek as he carefully raised my veil. He moved near my ear after leaning in and kissing me coldly and meaninglessly. His murmur was poisonous. He declared, "I will break you. Forget those vows I made. I'll bring you misery. And every day of your life, I'll make sure you regret what you did.” My heart fell. I became his bride in an instant.

Wasn't marrying him enough proof? Of course Zoe had to show up. She slid in by the door, sugar-coated and perfect-victim. "Aurora, I know you were close with Paolo's grandpa, but you can't keep using that to act out. Paolo's a good man—you just don't appreciate him." "In high society, who doesn't have a few mistresses?" she added, all innocent. "Paolo's already good to you—stop making things harder." Paolo jumped right on that.

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.

But I let it go. The vows are a lot. In a good way. Emotional, a little awkward at times (Adrian stumbles over his words at one point and Christine laughs mid vow, which honestly makes it better), but real. And somewhere in the middle of it, I realize something. Again. That has been at the back of my mind but it’s more clearer. I’m not scared like I used to be. Or maybe I am but it doesn’t control me anymore. The reception is louder.