Harry Potter The Unbreakable Vow Novels & Stories

Cam snorts out a laugh. “That’s fair. Well it’s an easy enough spell to break. I made the magic dissolvable and of course I used something I had handy as the trigger. So all you need to do is tip a little whiskey over it.” She explains. Well of course.Why wouldn’t the bartending Witch make spells that can only be broken with alcohol? I thank her and say my goodbyes while Bellamy heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey he must have kept in one of the higher cupboards. I’ve already looked in all the ones I can reach while attempting to cool so I know they weren’t full of booze. He returns and I take the bottle and carefully tip a capful of whiskey over Harry’s hand. We all stare, wait

She just wanted to be rid and free of this torture and pain in her ass. Jacob gazed at the girl on the floor as if hesitating with the blood oath. He didn't plan for things to come this far. The hood was not supposed to know of her, but her betrayal of him brought her here and now the blood oath, it may seem like a good choice, though he knew what it could do. “ The knife and glasses,” Jacob demanded, not taking his eyes off the girl who seemed like she could pass out any time soon. The hood erupted in gaieties.

This was all so absurd. “Is that it?” I asked. “Yup,” she said with a shrug. “That’s it. Once the vow is placed, your loyalty is locked in place.” I nodded in consideration. “What was that bit about severance?” “It means that only death, abdication, or exile can break the vow,” she replied seriously. It sounded so intense, but she didn’t seem fazed. Must have been a wolf thing. But I didn’t care about any of that. I only cared about whether I could make Killian trust me or not.

“You are the strongest woman I know.” I look at them, really look, at these women who’ve held me together when everything else was coming apart. “He’s not the only one who gets an altar moment. This stays between us. All of us.” They nod without a word, and I feel their loyalty tightening in the space between us like a pact we’ll never break.

Vanessa’s voice sliced through the silence, sweet yet laced with venom. “I warned you, Ethan,” she said, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “Didn’t I tell you she was unfaithful? But you wouldn’t listen. You defended her.” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Ethan’s gaze locked onto mine. What I saw there shattered me. Agony. Disbelief. Betrayal. “How could you, Liana?” His voice was strained, raw, and broken. “How could you betray me like this?” “No!” The word burst from me, filled with desperation and pleading. “Ethan, it’s not what it looks like! Please, just let me explain...”

“Then we fight together. Until the end.” And he rose. Towering, broken, unyielding. His vow seared like fire in his chest. His beast snarled its defiance. His love tethered him to the fragile, burning now. It was no longer about crowns or curses. It was about the vow carved into eternity at the cost of his own heart. Some promises break your heart just by being kept.

And Olivia realized, he already knew what she had found. Olivia stands frozen in the doorway, Ethan’s eyes locked on hers, while the torn spell page in her pocket burns like fire against her skin. If she moves, he’ll see the papers. If she speaks, he’ll know everything. And somewhere, deep in the house, she hears a whisper that does not belong to either of them: “The vow must be broken in blood.”

“You won’t take this pack.” The Unbound’s gaze flicks to him. “Ah. The Crown’s lost heir. Still breathing. How… inconvenient.” Rethen drops to one knee, shaking. “I didn’t know—” “I know,” I say sharply. “And that’s what makes this betrayal so dangerous.” The Unbound lifts a hand. The ground cracks. A shockwave of dark magic rips through the field, throwing wolves backward. I brace myself, planting my feet, power surging to counter it.

“Promise me that no matter what happens from this day forward, you’ll remember this feeling. This love. How much I adore you. How much I love them.” Zara’s heart stuttered at the weight behind his words. There was something more in his voice — a quiet desperation, as though he knew something she didn’t. But she didn’t press. Not tonight. Tonight was too perfect, too precious to taint with questions. “I promise,” she breathed, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her. “I promise I’ll hold on to this — always.” He kissed her then, slow and deep, sealing the promise between them as the party carried on in the background. It was a kiss heavy with love, layered with secr

" I shot up so fast I nearly fell off the bed. The last time I had her herbal tea, I swore I could taste suffering itself. Trevor leaned in, whispering to Greg, "The evil pot is about to hit the stove." Greg nodded solemnly. "Yep. The wicked witch of the east has returned." Before either of them could snicker any further. SMACK! Ella whacked them both on the head with expert precision. They yelped, their foreheads colliding with a dull thud. "Idiots," she muttered, crossing her arms. "How long have you two been back? And you only show up now?" Trevor and Greg held their ears like scolded schoolboys. "We're sorry." they mumbled in unison.