Lethal Vows Book Novels & Stories

I thundered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Better to die than to live in defeat! Ivan taught me that, though he never understood the lesson himself.” He bellowed. The sirens were getting louder, and I could see flashing lights through the broken windows. The FBI was here, but they were too late. "This is your last chance," Vlad said, pulling out a lighter. "Join me in death, or die alone knowing you failed everyone you've ever loved." I looked at this man who shared my grandfather's blood, the Volkov's blood. Thirty years of hatred had turned him into something monstrous.

Her expression was thunderclouds. I froze. I'm so dead. She didn't speak at first. Just pointed—directly at Liam and me. "The two of you," she said, voice low and lethal, "are so dead." "Oh, not just me," I muttered under my breath, shooting a glare at Liam. "Nope," he whispered, not even pretending to hide the smirk tugging at his lips. "We are really, really dead." Ella marched toward us, arms folded, her heels striking the floor like warning shots. I instinctively took a step back. Liam didn't move, of course he didn't—just stood there, calm as ever, like he wasn't one second away from getting skinned alive.

"That's your problem, not mine. Lionel tried to kill me. He committed assault with intent to harm, and I won't accept any mediation. Save your breath." Rhiannon cried, "Why must you do this? Are you trying to ruin him completely just because we're close?" I didn't say anything and walked away, not wanting to waste any more energy arguing with her. People didn't turn bad overnight, and hearts didn't drift all at once. "It's snowing, Boss," Jane said, handing me an umbrella. I declined it and kept walking. It was the first snowfall of the year. I couldn't help but think back to when I confessed to Rhiannon. It had snowed heavily that day, too. When she nodded, it felt like the whole world lit

“I, Viktor, swear absolute loyalty to Alpha Kaelan.” His voice was steady. “I, Viktor, swear absolute loyalty to Alpha Kaelan.” “I renounce my past ambitions and submit entirely to his rule.” “I renounce my past ambitions and submit entirely to his rule.” “If I betray this oath, may my life be forfeit.” “If I betray this oath, may my life be forfeit.” A faint, magical pulse ran through our clasped hands, sealing the blood oath. I released him. “You belong to me now, Viktor. And if you ever—ever—give me a reason to doubt you, I will end you.”

"Don't analyze me, Julian." "It is not an analysis; it is an observation," he said softly, his thumb tracing the curve of her jawline. "Your heart rate is elevated, your pupils are dilated, and your respiration is shallow. Your mind is looping through the kinetic event in the bedroom. You are trying to reconcile the act of preservation with the act of violence." "I killed him," she choked out, her voice cracking as the raw weight of it finally broke through her defenses. "I didn't even hesitate. I just... I drove the key in. I wanted him to stop. I wanted you to live."

Now that her child is gone, you will pay the price! "You want a voice? Try again in your next life!" He picked up a bowl of medicine and grabbed my throat, forcing it toward my mouth. I clenched my teeth shut and struggled. He forced my jaw open. The medicine was about to pour in. I had no strength left to resist. If I drank it… I would truly become mute this time. Forever. Connor… how could you be this cruel?

The priest asks whether we have come freely and wholeheartedly to give ourselves to each other. "Yes," Dorian and I say, in the same flat tone, at exactly the same moment. The sham of it settles in the room alongside the incense and the orchestral music and the cameras, and I file the absurdity of that question, directed at two people whose presence here is the direct product of coercion and family politics, under things I will process later when I am alone. The vows arrive. I gather everything I have. I hold his gaze. I keep my voice firm and I say the two words that seal it. I do not stumble. I do not whisper. I say them as a statement of intention because it is the only version of this I

The monster who turned me into an orphan and left me to be raised by a ruthless uncle with no kindness in his bones. I had spent years sharpening my claws for this training, bleeding, waiting for the day I could sink my fangs into his throat. How could I stand here, pretending to vow forever, when vengeance burned in my blood? “No.” I tore the veil from my head, my decision hardening like steel. “I won’t belong to anyone. Not until his blood stains my hands.” Veyra paled, panic flashing in her hazel eyes. “Sylvara, the silver-clad enforcers are outside. You can’t just run. Your uncle will kill us both.”

Then I place my hand on the sacred book as we take our vows. “I, Alpha Aleksis Benedikt Voyslav of Berserker and Blue Moon Packs, do solemnly swear to be faithful to my mate, Jasmine Rose DeWinter, to protect her, to guide her, and devote myself to her and to my packs and to uphold the laws and justice accordingly.”

I was ripping my own heart in two as I read each line. Lucas's hold on my shoulder still had me frozen. "What is it?" he growled in a menacing tone. I swallowed hard, tears running down as I read, "We vowed to care for one another at the expense of losing everything. Our blood is our vow and our secrets—if we were to utter them—kill or destroy us." The words echoed in the vacant warehouse. The specter of ultimate judgment hung heavier on my mind.