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“To rid yourself of this bond entirely, you’ll need to solidify your connection with your true mate. If you… mate with him, the old bond will finally be severed, and the symptoms will fade.” A fresh surge of anger flared up within me at her words as I remembered Darius’s recent words and the cold, accusing look in his eyes when he assumed I was pregnant with Rowon’s child. I could practically feel the sting of his harsh words, the distrust etched across his face. “No,” I said, standing abruptly, clenching my fists. “I’d rather live with this sickness than bind myself to a man who sees me as nothing more than a mistake.” I turned to leave, but Althea’s voice stopped me, low and laced with a w

☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒ “Emily, my Queen. I’m Oliver’s mate.” “Oh,” I said simply, “You do know that he was banished for treason, right?”

My men were trained and they were loyal to me, to my mafia and I always try my best to care for them, for anyone working for me and I’ve made sure it stayed that way. “I didn't… I didn't have a choice!” Darius groans loudly, sniffling. “He was going to hurt them… he took them… I couldn't let him hurt them. I couldn't…Please…” The room is quiet when I speak again. “What is the oath?” I ask quietly, my voice cracks into the coldness of the room and I push Darius face to mine and his lips trembled. “Say it.” “Bond…” He starts slowly, his voice shaky, and he gulps down a bit of his fears with the only moisture in his mouth. “Bond with blood, we are one, as family, heart and soul…. And for each o

I hope the seasons magic don't skip me. *************************************** Complement of the season to you all and a happy new year in advance❤️. We have just two more chapter to complete "LIKE A BROTHER". I hope you are excited. I hope we have our own mantras we use to remind ourselves that life is worth living or something to always hold unto when things gets hard. Cause believe it or not, the hurdles will eventually pass. Thanks for reading and don't forget to drop a vote❤️.

Some oaths cannot be broken. The thought tumbles in my mind. “It is true. The consequences can be dire when breaking a promise. An oath is sworn with your life.” Theia warns. “A witch is nothing without her word. Our whole existence is built upon the truth that words are powerful and have meaning. A covenant is an agreement, but an oath is a solemn promise. Breaking an oath is not a simple undertaking. The consequences of such actions can be catastrophic and change who you are entirely. To break an oath is a choice of darkness. Embracing the worst that this world has to give.” Asteria chimes in.

"I need you to help me keep this oath." "What kind of help can I possibly give?" I wonder. "You can serve as a reminder by grounding me to the here and now," he explains. "I do not want to swear an oath I cannot keep. If I start to grow thin, or glow, squeeze me as tightly as you can. Do not hold back. Do not let go."

Ava stayed silent for a long moment before finally whispering, “A man who truly loves me would never leave me alone at the altar.” The room fell silent again after those words. Sophia stared at Ava with reddened eyes. Honestly, she wanted nothing more than to punch Jackson in the face for reducing Ava to this state. And if the opportunity ever came, Sophia swore she would not waste it. Several seconds later, Maverick stepped closer to Ava. “If I agree to your insane request,” he said calmly, “then I’ll do it in a way that actually makes sense.” Ava frowned slightly in confusion. Maverick continued in the same steady tone.

Their arms tightened around me, their bodies trembling slightly; their warmth a comforting counterpoint to the lingering chill in my heart. “I love you,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. “Both of you.” They didn't hesitate. “We love you too, my lady,” Flora murmured, her voice thick. A single tear escaped Eliha's eye, tracing a shimmering path down her cheek, disappearing into the tangled curls at her collarbone. "Always," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "No matter what." In that moment, surrounded by their kindness and loyalty, I forgot about Claire. I forgot about the secret, the court, and the danger.

"I'm so glad you're home! Honey, I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry!" His eyes were frayed red, and he was trembling uncontrollably. "I'll never leave you home all by yourself again. I was worried sick when you wouldn't pick up. It felt like the world was ending. Nothing in this world is more important than you. I'm back. Let's celebrate our anniversary together." When Ameera remained silent, Marlow assumed she was still upset with him. He proceeded to get on one knee and tried to sweet-talk her, "Honey, please promise me you won't ignore my calls anymore, alright? I can't handle the thought of you ignoring me."

“It’s awake then. You’ve fed it.” “I didn’t mean to—” “It doesn’t care what you meant,” she snapped. “It only cares that you bled.” He opened his other hand. Inside was a shard of obsidian, but it pulsed like a heart. “It whispered my name,” he said softly. “And it knew yours too.” --- They placed the obsidian shard in the center of the circle. The runes around it began to glow, pulsing like a low drumbeat. Yvette sat across from it, her legs trembling, fingers clenched tight in her lap.