Deadly Vows Book Novels & Stories

"Mrs. Hayden told me something… unsettling about you." Delilah’s brow furrowed, her mind slipping back to that night—Mrs. Hayden, her eyes alight with barely masked horror, thumbing through her black book, as if she’d discovered a dark portal into Delilah’s mind. "Go on," she murmured, holding his gaze. Marco shifted, watching her carefully. "Mrs. Hayden mentioned that she’d read one of your books," he began, his voice filled with a strange, silent accusation. "She said there were… violent scenes in it. Crushed bones, repeated stabbing—things that don’t exactly fit with your…" He gestured to her neatly buttoned coat. "Your usual image."

Varek’s roar echoed faintly in the forest behind them, but none of them looked back. Not yet. — By the time they reached the massive iron gates, the pack was already waiting. Draven wolves lined both sides of the courtyard, bowing their heads as their Alpha stepped out of the Rolls with the Book of Damned tucked under one arm. Violet and Marek followed close behind, both limping from the earlier fight but alive. Inside the estate’s war hall, Kael placed the book on a marble table. A freezing wave of magic rippled outward, dimming candles, rattling windows, making wolves in the corridors stiffen in instinctive fear.

He exhaled slowly, the breath sharp from cracked ribs. “That woman,” he said coldly, “she wants to see us kill each other. That’s the only thing that excites her anymore. She craves chaos—blood, suffering, death… Call it whatever you want. It’s what feeds her.” He ran his fingers gently over the bruises near his collarbone, wincing slightly, then smirked without mirth. “I’m used to it.” “You can stop her,” the butler whispered, almost pleading. “You’re not like them.”

Victory's glow in Chapter 25 sealed with a final love scene under stars, Alya and Kael's bodies entwining, tattoos blazing, passion a testament to growth. Veyra’s escape in Chapter 26 left a curse, her red eyes vowing revenge, while Soren's prophecy shadowed the dawn: "A greater darkness rises—the eternal crescent calls new blood." It hooked for Book 2, Alya's growth sealed, the pack united but forever changed.

The title, in gold letters, read "The Happily Ever After." A shadow crossed his face, and his eyes, which had been so dark and suspicious just a moment ago, now held a deep, profound sadness. “This book was one of my favorites, Norah.” He held it in his hands, his fingers tracing the title with a gentle, loving reverence.

"The original contract. It wasn't about money or territory. It was about survival. The first Shadow-Walker was losing his mind to the void, and the first Scribe was the only one who could tether him to the world." I stood up shakily and walked to the parchment. I didn't need to touch it to feel the resonance. "They loved each other, didn't they? It wasn't just a business deal." "It was both," Dante said, moving to stand behind me. I could feel the heat radiating from his chest. "In our world, love is the most dangerous business deal you can make. It gives your enemy a target." I turned around, finding myself trapped between the wall and his towering frame. The firelight played across his sil

A promise of violence. "Say it again," he whispered in my ear. "Give me a reason." I should have stayed quiet. Should have been the obedient, broken thing he expected. Instead, I smiled. "Monster. Coward. Heartless bastard. Is that enough reason?" His grip tightened. Black spots danced across my vision. Somewhere far away, Lila was screaming, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. This was it, then. This was how I died. Strangled by the man I loved, in front of the sister who betrayed me.

Chapter 1 (Sophia's POV) The crystal chandelier above the Grand Ballroom feels like a guillotine waiting to drop. I stand at the edge of the gala with a glass of champagne I have no intention of drinking, my fingers clenched so tightly around the stem I’m surprised it hasn’t shattered. Across the room, "he" holds court like he already owns the city. Alexander Voss. My enemy. My nightmare. The man whose family destroyed mine twice and still smiles like the world owes him everything.

He was completely restless, and it didn't take a genius to figure out he just wanted to go find Zelda. "Alpha," Rowen pointed out calmly. "You're reading that book upside down." Damir scoffed, completely annoyed at being caught, and flung the book right at Rowen’s head. Rowen caught it effortlessly. Just then, the door swung open and Seraphine walked in, carrying a tray with a cup of tea. She had this fake, sweet smile on her face. Honestly, she was just there to test if their little witch ritual had actually worked. Damir looked absolutely furious the second he saw her. He gave Rowen a sharp wave of his hand, signaling him to get out. Rowen calmly set the book down on a nearby table and wal

"Wasn't she still alive and kicking two days ago? How could she die all of a sudden?" "The witch in the pack has examined the blood Ava spat out. It was laced with wolfsbane. She was poisoned to death," Alice said coldly. Then, she shoved her phone under Lucas' nose. "The surveillance cameras caught members of the rogue pack going in and out of your house. "It doesn't seem like they were here for the first time. Lucas, you're an Alpha. Why would you have rogue werewolves lurking near your house?" Lucas was in disbelief. "That's impossible! Ava never told me! If she'd told me, I would definitely have sent someone to protect them…"