His Vows Her Vows Book Novels & Stories

The Vow Lying naked in the center of the spiral, wrapped completely around one another, Serena spoke the words that sealed their hearts: “Tomorrow, when the ritual begins… I give myself to both of you completely. Body. Blood. Soul. No barriers. No hesitation.” Kael’s voice was thick with emotion. “I give you everything I am. My strength. My heart. My future.” Damien’s crimson eyes shone with rare vulnerability. “I give you my eternity. All of it.” The three of them sealed the vow with slow, lingering kisses — a promise of what was coming. Outside the chamber, the blood moon continued to rise.

Emilia gripped the pew in front of her. Every bone in her body screamed, say no. Say anything. But he didn’t. Max blinked slowly. “I do.” The words were soft. Almost empty. But they rang louder than any explosion Emilia had ever heard. Her heart did not shatter. It simply fell—like a chandelier unhooked in slow motion. The Vows Grace spoke with polish and fire. “I vow to honor you, to elevate you, to wield your name as my own, and to make our empire shine brighter together than it ever did alone. I vow to love the man the world sees—and to hold the secrets it never will.”

“You spell it like leash.” Threads pour from Oathkeeper’s palm—clauses knotted to cut. Heat surges in me; my tongue reaches for curses I don’t respect. The pulse hits soft, close. The cords hesitate. I shove my flame where it has wanted to go since the first page turned: Into the book. Ink blisters and screams. POV: Oathkeeper Vows do not scream. Vows obey. I have kept the Ledger since God thought obedience was how kindness stood up straight. I bleed bonds from wrists to paper for those who forget.

The priest turned towards Vanessa and asked her to repeat the vows after him. "I-I-I, Vanessa Lynn Gorbachev, t-take y-you, Joaquin, Emiliano and Alejandro Fernandez, t-to be my h-h-husbands, to have and t-to hold from t-t-this day forward, for better, f-for worse, for richer, for poorer, i-i-in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, t-till death us do p-p-part, a-according to God's h-holy law, i-i-in the presence of God I-I make this vow." Vanessa took more time in completing her sentence because of her stammering and felt embarrassed in front of a lot of people but the brothers were patiently waiting for her to finish her vow.

“I… I have made vows.” “Vows are words,” he countered, his voice a silken thread, drawing her in. “Flesh is flesh. And right now, your flesh is screaming.” He lowered his head, his lips brushing her ear, sending a jolt through her entire body. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel it, Mary. Don’t pretend you don’t feel this pull, this raw, animal hunger that’s been festering inside you, waiting to be unleashed.” Her knees felt weak. The world, the library, her vows, all began to blur around the edges. All that remained was him, his scent, his words, the terrifying, exhilarating truth in his eyes. “I… I cannot.”

"With this hand, I will multiply your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your lethal wine. Her heart thudded, How strange and scary, Did he just say the wrong vow? And are the people here deaf not to hear the wicked vows? "With this candle, I will dim your way in the light" He added as he impassively blew off the candle flame, It was the opposite vow. How could a groom vow to dim his bride's way to light and the whole assemblage silent like it's the most normal thing on earth? "With this ring, I bind you to eternal doom" he added and propelled her finger into the silver wedding ring violently.

I said, voice carrying across the silent lawn, “I bind my life to yours. My enemies are yours. My protection is yours. My name is yours.” She repeated it. Voice steady. “By blood, I bind my life to yours. My enemies are yours. My protection is yours. My name is yours.” The priest nodded. “Now you may seal the vow.” I pulled her close. Kissed her like the world was ending. Deep. Claiming. Possessive. Guests applauded. Some cheered. Some watched with cold calculation. We broke apart. Foreheads touching. “Husband,” she whispered. “Wife.”

"In the second vow, the groom says that together, we will protect our children and home, and the bride in return promises to stand with her husband as his strength and courage. She pledges to rejoice in his happiness and in return, demands him to be loyal to her," I repeated my lines after him and Abhi also agreed for her part. Her voice was slow, beautiful and mesmerizing. The process continues with the five more vows of respect, loyalty, love, trust, care, sharing of happiness and sadness, blessings, staying beside each other for a lifetime. the last vow needed to be taken by her and I heard her sweet voice as she said. "I will take care of you and promise to protect you from every evil ey

She nodded, because she believed him. And then she turned, and bared her palm to the dagger. The cut was shallow, but the pain lanced fire up her arm. Kaelis held her wrist over the flames as the blood soon welled, red and hot. As it consumed her blood, the fire hissed, sending sparks flying and the runes in the circle flashing in reaction. “Speak your vow,” Kaelis commanded. Her throat was dry, her breath ragged. But her voice did not waver.

The priest asked them to say the vows as Issac watched her like a hawk. "I promise to love you till my last breath. I promise to always keep you as mine. No power on earth could take you away from me. From now onwards, Innessa belongs to Issac. Innessa Knight. I'll cherish you and make you a queen of my dark heart. In sorrow or joy, you'll be forever mine," he rasped. Issac sounded like a possessed psychopath as he said his vows. She was terrified out of her mind by each word that slipped through his lips.