Lethal Vows Book Novels & Stories

Heat unfurled there, branding me from the inside out with the echo of his vow, searing itself into my very soul. Dane staggered under the force of it, his body taut with strain. The glow licked up his throat and jaw, washing his face in fleeting light. He clenched his teeth against the pain, but he didn’t waver, didn’t withdraw. His eyes were burning and raw with torment, locking me in place as his voice broke through, ragged and fierce. “It’s done,” he rasped, each word dragged out from somewhere deep. “I’ve bound myself. The vow will hold… even if it kills me.”

“When I say we are done with an interrogation, we are done.” I struggled against him but he leaned his whole weight on me “ And second” he growled, his thumb brushing over my lower lips roughly “you became mine the moment you said those vows on the altar, mine to fuck, mine to obey and mine to put in your fucking place.” “ Third…” He cut his own words off by slamming his lips into mine, kissing me brutally. The moment he pulled back slightly for air, I pulled my head back and smashed it against his fucking nose. His head went back and his grip loosen then I kicked him on his crotch.

“No secrets.” “Never.” “And our child chooses their own future.” Dante kissed her forehead. “I swear it.” Alessia looked across the city their families had nearly destroyed. Their love had been written in vengeance, sealed through blood and tested by truth. But their future belonged to them. The vow had been kept. And this time, it promised life.

“Daughter of Alpha Rowland of Moonlit Pack. I have come here in peace, and in peace I will remain. But I will not kneel. My loyalty belongs first to my father, to my blood, and to my people. If my sincerity must be measured, let it be by my actions, not by the bend of my knees.” The hall erupted. Gasps, sharp whispers, scandalized murmurs. The firelight seemed to crackle louder, as though the flames themselves had been shocked by my defiance. I held Harold’s gaze. “Instead, I’d declare the Healer’s Vow. Your oath binds the body, the healer’s vow binds the heart. It is recited standing, hands unshackled… so the speaker cannot be forced to promise what her spirit won’t keep. If you mean to wel

“You cannot disrupt the ritual simply based on whims—” “Before the Moon Goddess who bears witness,” I said, my voice booming across the hall, “I, Viktor Volvov, swear this vow. That I will take no mate, accept no bond, and bear no mark,” I continued, steady and unflinching, “except one woman. Deliliah Carmichael, Head Priestess of the Vyrclaw Pack.” Gasps erupted around us. I didn’t look away from her. Her face drained of color. “Should I fail to mate her before my thirtieth birthday,” I said, “I forfeit my life to the Moon Goddess’ judgment without resistance, without appeal.”

Not defense. But war. I whispered the vow into the darkness: “I will end Valentina Bathory.” The shadows stirred. “I will burn the Cross from the inside.” The air shifted. “I will save the wolves she marked for extinction.” The moonlight intensified. “And when the throne she wants crumbles beneath her…” My eyes opened, glowing fierce violet. “She will finally learn the truth.” A slow smile curved my lips. “I was never her puppet.” The vow sealed. The hunt bega --- Night tasted like metal.

The only vow that mattered tonight was the one my body was making over and over around the wrong Alpha’s cock. is this really the man I'm supposed to kill?

He replies softly with an underlay of wrath lining his words. "Then I will do what I do best. I will set the world ablaze, and perish every living thing that breathes on this godforsaken planet." I make a vow before him. "If my Red dies, so does everything else around us." I breathe out heavily. "But first, I will complete the Volkov ritual, and I will slaughter my twin, for I am the rightful heir to the Volkov throne. And nobody... takes what belongs to me."

From the shadows, a figure emerged. Lucian Voss. Alive. Unburned. Unbroken. “I didn’t expect betrayal from you, Damien,” he said calmly. Damien coughed blood, raising his weapon with a trembling hand. “You failed,” Voss said softly. “Now I’ll finish what I started.” He raised a silenced pistol. Damien smiled faintly. “She was worth it.” A shot rang out. **** Author’s Note 💌 Thank you for reading this chapter! Don’t forget to follow, leave a comment, and add this book to your library so you never miss an update!

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.