Novel & Cerita Deadly Vows Book

His eyes widened not with fear, but with surprise as the tines sank into his chest, just beneath his collarbone. The sound was obscene, a wet crunch of metal piercing flesh. Darius staggered back, a curse tearing from his lips. Blood spread across his white shirt, crimson blooming like a dark flower. For a breathless second, victory surged through me. My chest heaved. My hand trembled around the bloodied fork. “I told you,” I whispered, my voice shaking with both triumph and rage. “I will kill you.” “Fuck the bet!” I whispered, twisting the blade. “Adiós, Darius Ashfang. I won!”

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

"Every breath will burn, every second of it, and you'll only regret crossing paths with her." His eyes locked on mine, and any hope he harboured there died instantly. Perfect, because I shot him right then, close to his heart. Leaving him in the pool of his own blood. The rage was draining out of me, leaving something hollow and cold behind. "You need this," Zarek said, extending his already lit cigar. I took it, flicked off the ashes, and inhaled deep. The tobacco burned clean against the copper in the air. I puffed smoke, watching the near-dead man gurgle pink foam in his own ruin.

"What kind of book is that?" "It's something that was made long before any of you existed. The Libro Vitae was made by a very powerful demon who created it in the Underworld. He works with all the dark creatures and uses all of their magic to create it along with another powerful being. It is enchanted, with dark magic. It holds all that is written for the future. Prophecies of the future that have yet to come true, ones that are in the works, and all of the ones that have already happened. It can tell anyone what their life will become if they are wealthy, find love, how they die. This is a very dangerous book. If it fell into the wrong hands, they could destroy us all. But it also comes wi

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This bond was an ancient and unbreakable lycan vow that carried death for betrayal. "Break your promise and die" I threatened, smirk widening, my voice a velvet blade. His blood was warm against mine, the wounds already healing, the pact sealed. Kade’s face was a picture of splintered fury, fire raged within his eyes, but he kept himself immobile, his strength bound by the knowledge of what I could do. He knew I would kill him without batting an eyelid, my claws through his heart before he could blink. The hall fell silent, the crackling of the fire inaudible, the carved wolf heads leaning closer, witnesses to his defeat. I stepped back, relaxed but predatory in demeanor, surveying him, asse

he snarled as he reached into his coat with his uninjured arm and then, he pulled out something…black, metallic, small and had a sharp edge. Then, he flicked his wrist and tossed it towards me, clattering against my chest before landing right into my laps. I stared at it. I picked it up with shaking fingers. The metal cut my skin, sharp enough to make me bleed. Silver letters shone in the bright light: ZAURIK THORN. Lycan king of the Deadlands. One Year. One Rule. My heart beat fast like a trapped bird. “Why me?” I whispered. He moved closer, heat coming off him, shadows growing with his movement until they covered mine. He leaned down, his breath felt hot on my ear. “Because you smell like

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

Karla probed, her voice laced with intrigue. Conrad's lips tightened, his silence a steadfast refusal to reveal his thoughts. "Your silence fuels my suspicions. Every unspoken word confirms my doubts. Your sister's shadow looms large once again," Karla's anger surged like a wildfire, consuming all in its path. In the shadows, Julia's heart ached, a secret observer of the unfolding drama. "Enough of this! It's always Julia, isn't it? Conrad, where does your allegiance truly lie?" Karla's ultimatum hung heavy in the air, a stark choice between family and legacy.

Love wasn’t. I poured another drink and handed it to her. “To new alliances,” I said. Jessica took the glass, her fingers steady as she clinked it lightly against mine. “To new alliances,” she echoed. But we both knew… It was only a matter of time before one of us broke the deal. And when it happened, I’d make sure it wasn’t me. The drink was still cold in her hand when I decided. I wasn’t going to take her word for it. I needed action. Proof.