Lethal Vows Book Novels & Stories

Late that night, under twin moons, we assembled the ceremony. Council members, clerics, twins watching. Sebastian’s recorder pulsed with runic light. Whispers invoked ancient rites. Blood offerings placed into a runic bowl. Alpha Tristan poured brand-marked blood. I stepped into the circle. He took my hands. “My vow,” he said low. “To bind, not chain.” I raised Luis’s dagger. Pearl unfurled her howl-runic. We pressed their blades to my wrists. Energy sparked. Pain flared—not like Dante’s curse, but like being reborn.

He mumbled. The girl shook her head in disbelief. “Just… stay away, Luke.” “Come on Kace.” Chandler grabbed her in the arm, before he could even respond. He buried his face on the ground and decided to just die at that moment, not wanting to remember anything that happened. ***

Karla probed, her voice laced with intrigue. Conrad's lips tightened, his silence a steadfast refusal to reveal his thoughts. "Your silence fuels my suspicions. Every unspoken word confirms my doubts. Your sister's shadow looms large once again," Karla's anger surged like a wildfire, consuming all in its path. In the shadows, Julia's heart ached, a secret observer of the unfolding drama. "Enough of this! It's always Julia, isn't it? Conrad, where does your allegiance truly lie?" Karla's ultimatum hung heavy in the air, a stark choice between family and legacy.

Betrayal was unacceptable, and the vow of vengeance I whispered to myself in that dark moment was etched into my soul like a death sentence. As the last echoes of the howl faded into the night, I swore to myself that Lily would not escape her fate. The moon witnessed my oath, and the darkness of the forest closed in around me like a vengeful shadow. And I, the Supreme Alpha, was determined to kill her if I found her again.

Love wasn’t. I poured another drink and handed it to her. “To new alliances,” I said. Jessica took the glass, her fingers steady as she clinked it lightly against mine. “To new alliances,” she echoed. But we both knew… It was only a matter of time before one of us broke the deal. And when it happened, I’d make sure it wasn’t me. The drink was still cold in her hand when I decided. I wasn’t going to take her word for it. I needed action. Proof.

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”

Elias warned in a dark, gravelly tone while he carefully calculated the exact physical distance between us to see if he could lunge forward and disarm me before my finger slipped. "My father is dead because of your boss and my brother is currently being tortured by the Russian mafia entirely because I refused to marry Damien three years ago, so I have absolutely nothing left to lose tonight," I spat fiercely while I deliberately pulled the heavy hammer of the revolver back with my thumb until it locked into place with a loud, sharp click that violently echoed through the massive penthouse. "Swipe your biometric access card on that elevator panel right now and give me the keys to one of the a

I looked up. The priest stared at me for one sad second, before he cleared his throat and began the vows. “Do you accept Dimitri Volkov, as your lawful husband..” My nails dug into my palms, as I clenched my fist. No please, I wouldn't. I will never! “To have and to hold..” My throat constricted. “from this day forward, for better or for worse,” I reached out one hand to steady my pounding heart. “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

"Lauren, you’re a woman too. How can you be so vicious, spreading obscene rumors about a young girl?! Will you only be satisfied if you drive her to her death?" Mrs. Grant echoed, "Exactly. No wonder my son doesn’t want you. A woman like you deserves to be abandoned!" "I’m the one who doesn’t want Michael!" I turned my phone volume all the way up and played Nora’s recording. "While you were locked in the warehouse, he took me again and again in the office. He said he wished you’d die of a heart attack in there! We did it in hotels, in the passenger seat of his car, and in your own bed. Michael never had this many tricks with you, did he?"

“The first keeper of the vow. The one who tried to chain the moon’s will to her own. She thought love could bind fate.” The image shifted—Thalen standing beside a man who looked like Kaelen but wasn’t. The same jaw, the same eyes, but his smile held sorrow. He pressed his palm against Thalen’s, and light erupted between them. “The vow was born from this,” Maelis said, gesturing toward the vision. “A promise made in love, sealed in defiance. They swore their souls would never part, even if the heavens broke.” The scene changed again. The man fell to his knees, the sky bleeding red. Thalen screamed, her power fracturing into shards of silver. From that light came the wolves—spirits bound by a