Deadly Vows Book Novels & Stories

she adds. A flicker of satisfaction moves through me - but not relief. Derrach's death was long overdue. Yet some part of me had wanted to be the one to end him. Raven sees it in me. "He has the most tragic, terrifying and most painful death." she says gently. I nod once. "What's the plan now?" I ask. Cyre steps forward and places a book on my desk. It's cover is cracked leather, bound with symbols I don't recognize .

"Your blood. Elise's blood. Mixed together in the ritual. Only way to reopen the Covenant." "The Covenant's destroyed." "The chamber is. But the vows? Those remain. Written in stone. Written in blood. Can't erase them." Lucian stepped closer. "All we need is the right mix. The right sacrifice." "I'm not sacrificing anyone." "Then they die. Simple." Damien raised his gun. "You'll die first." "Will I?" Lucian smiled. "Look up." They looked. Red laser dots covered them. Rifles hidden in the shadows above.

The muttering grew louder and louder with each passing second, his voice rising in volume as the chanting filled the entire space with an eerie and unsettling sound that made everyone's skin except Vyrelen crawl. "If this ritual ends up killing him, I swear to you on everything I hold sacred that I will kill you with my own hands," Vyrelen said to Daisy in a low and deadly serious voice, still not turning his head or even glancing in her direction for a second. His eyes remained completely fixed on Erezhul, watching every single tiny movement and change carefully because he needed to be ready to act if something went wrong.

“You used Matteo.” “He volunteered to deliver the evidence.” Evelyn looked towards the ledger. “I need that book.” “No,” Gabriel said. “It contains evidence relating to corruption and murder.” “It also contains names of witnesses who will be killed if their identities become public.” “We can protect them.” “Your department couldn’t protect this estate from Jonathan Hale.” Evelyn’s expression tightened. “Hale corrupted one regional office. He didn’t control all of us.” Alessia held the book against her chest.

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

I am dead and although I told him that I wasn’t afraid to die, I was more keen on living since I entered the game. “If I tell you, you would kill her and I need her alive.” Viktor’s voice laced with heartache. He is not going to torture her to get to the bottom of his son’s assassination. I won’t let him. “You were going to give her to me for what… Three million in hard cash and what? Wait…” Viktor’s sudden move of his arm up to his ear caught my attention. “Look what we have here.” The grin on his face compels me to turn around, but from everything I expected this made my blood run dry. I couldn’t move. I was for the first time in my life not ready for what was about to follow. I couldn’t t

"That's your problem, not mine. Lionel tried to kill me. He committed assault with intent to harm, and I won't accept any mediation. Save your breath." Rhiannon cried, "Why must you do this? Are you trying to ruin him completely just because we're close?" I didn't say anything and walked away, not wanting to waste any more energy arguing with her. People didn't turn bad overnight, and hearts didn't drift all at once. "It's snowing, Boss," Jane said, handing me an umbrella. I declined it and kept walking. It was the first snowfall of the year. I couldn't help but think back to when I confessed to Rhiannon. It had snowed heavily that day, too. When she nodded, it felt like the whole world lit

"You are not fit to speak of her. Keep her name out of your mouth or else—" "Or else what?" I cut in, stepping closer. "What are you going to do, Anthony? Do I need to remind you both that you're under my mercy now? Trust me. I'll make her pay. And I'll make you pay. I won't stop until the world sees you for what you are. A traitor. A power-hungry coward." I ripped the ring from my finger and held it up for him to see. "This ring and those stupid documents are all that tie us together. But now I know what you both want, and you'll get it over my dead body."

I wanted to be your partner, not your project. He turned the page. You made me feel beautiful and broken at the same time. And that contradiction lived in me like wildfire." Page after page, her voice bleed through. Raw. Honest. Forgiving in some places. Devastating in others. By the time she was finished, Killian was holding the book with white knuckles. If you ever find your way back to me, I won't make it easy. Because love shouldn't be easy. But if you're still willing to fight. then maybe we have a chance."

No one was going to stop us now. Victor was exactly where we expected him to be—in that same leather chair behind his heavy mahogany desk, the scotch in his hand untouched but clutched like a weapon. He didn’t rise. He didn’t even blink. “Well,” he said dryly, “the prodigal corpses return again.” Dominic stepped forward without flinching and dropped a thick file on the desk. Victor’s brow lifted slightly. “What’s this?” “Your funeral program,” Dominic said. “In print.”