Lethal Vows Book Novelas e Histórias

They hadn’t returned. Soren and I stood beside Elixir as wolves accepted vows from Ash-Elixir. Every vow whispered a death sentence for identity. Ash-Elixir smiled. Her voice dripped silk and command. “Peace without memory. Pain without blood.” She looked at our leader. Elixir’s flame sputtered. I moved forward blind with resolve. “Stop this.” Flames leapt from my hands not in anger, but sorrow. They swallowed banners. They wrapped bones. They swallowed what Ash-Elixir offered.

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.

No family. Just her. A woman who’d survived every storm and now stood on the edge of power. Their eyes met—and the world narrowed to just them. The vows were spoken in low voices, almost whispered over the hum of the crowd. Not promises of peace or purity, but pledges of loyalty, blood, and eternal obsession. "I don’t vow to protect you from the darkness," Rafael said, his hand sliding up her waist. "I vow to crown you in it." "And I don’t vow to be good for you," Sophia whispered, lifting her chin. "Only to never betray what we are."

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

And now, he was going to find out exactly what happens when you cross Luca Moretti. I took another drink, the burn of the alcohol soothing my raw nerves. The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside my office, and my gaze flicked to the door. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Nathaniel, my ever-loyal assistant, stepped inside without knocking. He never did. “You wanted to see me?” Nathaniel’s voice was steady, as always. He was the only one who truly understood the gravity of what I was about to do. He knew the cost of my vengeance, and he knew there would be no turning back once I set things in motion.

“I solemnly swear.” “Will you both agree to remain loyal to Luna Gemma Rose Killian no matter the conscious.” “I solemnly swear.” They eagerly voice. “Will you both agree to do all in your power to bring Luna Gemma Rose Killian back to her pack.” “I solemnly swear.” They repeat together again. “Will you both agree that if you break any of these vows or betray me, Alpha William Keen, the blood oath will invoke the most painful death that you so now create in your mind.”

However, he seemed different to me. I was going to be destroyed by this man. The person who wanted to shatter me was the one who ought to be close to me. I was aware of it. I could feel it in my bones. The priest spoke calmly and clearly as he began the vows, but I could hardly hear what he was saying. Everything seemed surreal to me. And then the words appeared. "Do you consider Kayla Adam to be your legally wedded wife, Dante Cruz?" the priest asked. At last, Dante turned to face me, "To love and cherish, from this day forward, till death do you part?" His hateful gaze met mine.

His eyes turned darker instantly and he suddenly grabbed my neck, intentionally choking me to my death. “You shameless woman!” He spat in disgust. Every other emotion vanished as his pupils dilated and all I could see in his eyes was murderous intent. The veins on my head popped out as I struggled to set myself free from his grip. I felt life slowly slipping away from me. “Let me go,” I coughed out, slapping his hand repeatedly. I should be begging for my life now but I was too prideful to let him see me break. He grabbed my shirt, ripping it open without effort. I gasped. Kicking him with all my might but he didn't budge. Fear crawled under my skin as his hand continued to shred my shirt, l

In the dark, unforgiving recesses of his mind, he swore his own private oath. 'I take you, Seraphina Vance, not to honor, but to break. I vow to strip away that beautiful, serene facade until you feel a fraction of the agony you inflicted on my family. I vow to never grant you my warmth, never grant you your freedom, and never allow myself to feel a single shred of mercy for you.' It was a vow born of pure, blinding vengeance. A completely wrong vow—but as he took the heavy band from the velvet cushion, he had never been more certain of his hatred.

Not the way she looked like she wanted to die after she saw him. She wasn’t sure where he wanted to take Charlotte but she wouldn’t let anyone mess with Charlotte’s revenge. If she had to take out Volkan Baysel then so be it. She was looking forward to Charlotte’s plans and she wouldn’t take anyone take that fun away from her. Back in the basement Roman took his gun out of his back and aimed it at Luca.