Romans & histoires Lethal Vows Book

For declaration. Her dagger sat beside a leather-bound ledger. Empty pages stared back like promises waiting to be carved. She dipped the pen. At the top of the first page, she wrote the title in Latin: LIBER CINERUM. The Book of Ashes. Her commandments would be etched here. Not rules. Not omertà. Commandments. The old mafia code — silence, tradition, obedience — had died the night she carved Santino Albero’s throat like a hymn. This was her gospel now. Built on blood and flames.

Her words made my stomach drop. She continued. “Or else he will keep harming innocents. He will keep hunting souls. He will keep using women like tools.” I nodded hard. “Don’t worry. Now that I have Sarah with me, we will destroy him.” Sarah’s fingers squeezed mine. “Yes,” Sarah whispered. “I will kill him.” A pulse of cold moved through the air when she said it like the astral realm heard her vow and hated it. Athena warned, Careful. Vows echo here. Do not shout them to the shadows.

He read it aloud, because some words were too important to be heard only once. > “Let this be our final silence. If this box is opened, then the vow is broken. Blood has outlived its promise. The Vitale and Moretti lines were bound by betrayal, not loyalty. If one family survives the other, the seal will break. When the seal breaks, memory will return. And when memory returns, no empire shall stand. The only way forward is to choose the end. Not vengeance. Not justice. An end. One life, freely given, to close the door again.

The fire hisses blue. It’s already begun. We stand in a circle. Four shadows and one light. Lucian cuts his palm again, blood glistening like mercury. Rhett follows, then Kai, then me. The scent of it—metal and smoke—fills the air. Isadora hesitates, her breath shallow. “If I take this vow, I could—” Rhett interrupts. “You already did.” He’s right. She’s already tied to us in ways none of us fully understand. This only makes it real.

“Nico gets desperate, makes mistakes, reveals his true nature. Aleta sees him for what he really is.” “And if she doesn’t? If she chooses her brother over you when all is said and done?” My hands still on the folder’s edge. The possibility that Aleta might forgive Nico’s manipulation while condemning mine has haunted every quiet moment since I brought her here. Family loyalty runs deeper than romantic love, especially in our world where blood determines everything. “Then at least she’ll know the truth about who destroyed our future, and her brother will have learned a valuable lesson. You don’t fuck with Elio Castellano/”

Kemi squinted, reading her lips, then whispered, her voice trembling. Zara sat frozen, her hands trembling over the laptop. Kemi leaned closer, replaying the moment, eyes scanning the girl’s lips. “Listen… she’s saying something,” Kemi whispered. “Wait… I think it’s… ‘Regan, you killed your brother, Rami.’” Zara’s chest tightened. She replayed the clip, frame by frame. Every time, the girl’s lips moved the same way. The words were unmistakable. “Oh my God…” Zara’s voice was barely audible, a trembling whisper. She slammed the laptop shut, yanking out the flash drive. Her fingers clutched it tightly, hiding it in her pocket like a lifeline. “Oh my God… Regan killed his brother.”

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

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"Theron was an omega, like you. He bonded to multiple alphas. Three, the records say. His pack called him blessed at first. Then they called him dangerous. Then they called him an abomination." Voss closed the book with a soft thump. "The council of his time executed him. Burned him alive, along with his mates. They called it a cleansing." The word hit me like a stone to the chest. Executed. Burned. I stared at the book, at the black claw in its shadow box, at the candles flickering on the desk. My shoulder throbbed where Maren had popped it back into place. "Why are you telling me this?" My voice came out steady, but just barely.