Novel & Cerita Deadly Vows Book

He looked down coldly, taking control of the situation. There was no room for her to back out now; she had come to him and there would be no regrets. Damien pressed her against the door. The pristine white wedding dress, originally meant for Marcus, was now being torn apart by his uncle, creating a forbidden bond that brought an intense allure to both of them. The overwhelming sensation made them indulge in the thrill they brought each other,one passionate, the other fervent. Their bodies moved together with an unspoken harmony. ... By dawn, the room was filled with a chaotic mix of scents. As Damien put his clothes back on, his bare back revealed several deep nail scratches.

When the pen touched the document— Blood from her wound dripped. A red drop fell right on top of her name. Livia Moreau. She finished her signature with trembling hands. Her blood stained the contract. A promise she had never even chosen. Robert smiled with satisfaction. “Good.” He closed the folder. “Now everything is finished.” But for Livia— This had just begun. This marriage was not salvation. It was hell. And the man who would become her husband… Hated her more than anyone else in this world.

" I bit down so hard I tasted blood. Like a madwoman, I clawed and bit at the people holding me back–until I finally broke free and snatched back what was left of Jamie's body. The dogs had been eating happily. Having their food taken, they bared their teeth and lunged at me. Connor frowned and had them pulled away at once. His patience was gone. He did not even want to look at me anymore. Supporting Camille, he turned to leave. I stared at their backs and shouted through clenched teeth, "My child is dead. Hers won't live either!" After Connor's older brother died, he began 'taking care' of his sister-in-law–until she ended up in his bed.

Eirwen felt a chill crawl up her spine when Vow placed the book beside it and slowly opened to a page near the center. In delicate handwriting—gold ink, smudged with ash—it read: “Lie to the Crown. Lose the tongue.” Eirwen didn’t laugh. But she did smile. Just a little. “This some kind of mafia poem?” she asked. Triarch Vow didn’t move. Domenik did. He stepped toward her, voice softer than it should’ve been. “This is not metaphor. It’s doctrine.” “You want me afraid?” “No,” he said. “I want you honest.”

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

His eyes turned completely black, no white or iris visible, just endless darkness that seemed to pull light into itself. He snarled at me, the sound inhuman and terrifying. "Don't come any closer." The red mist thickened, filling my lungs with the scent of copper and decay. Something about it was wrong, unnatural, like magic that had been twisted into something it was never meant to be. My vision blurred at the edges, and suddenly I couldn't stay upright anymore. I collapsed. In that darkness between consciousness and void, everything came flooding back. Marcus laughing as he kissed my forehead. The pendant burning into my throat. Damon's guilty face as he stood there and watched. The massiv

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

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I scoffed. "Give me an answer," I sneezed and let go of her hair. I moved backward and noticed that her twin was silently reading a book, it was a chant. She wanted to read my mind, to know who I was. The remaining candle-ignited flame was moving by its waves. I approached her and gripped her neck, with my left hand. I took the book from her, and saw it was the 'Engagement of the dead souls'. I looked at her glowing face, she was looking innocent with a deadly poisonous heart.

Which freaking brought me back to that stupid girl called Josie. All I needed was for her to give me a breathing space, long enough to get the guild to search Vladimir's coven and we would have enough evidence to take the war to the vampire king. But she just had to get involved and now she may have just handed Vladimir the final weapon he need to end the witch race and return to power. Fuck! "You're late." he admonished without turning around. "A bottle of whiskey." I hollared at the barman before taking a seat next to Stravos. "How'd you know it was me?" I asked him.