Romans & histoires Lethal Vows Book

The word arrived with genuine anguish. Why. Why. Why. Why him. Of every wolf in every pack in every territory on this entire earth, why was it this one. Why did the moon goddess look down at my life, at my dead parents and my blood vow and my stolen knife, and decide that this was the right moment to hand me a mate. And why did he have to look like that. I snapped myself out of it. "Okay listen," I whispered to his sleeping face. "Mate or not..." I pointed at him. "I will kill you. That has not changed. That will not change." I tilted my head. "Pretty demon."

I growled. “I can help—” Eli tried to run toward me. “No, fucking stay. Down.” But he didn’t listen. He never did, bless him. Eli was trembling, visibly terrified yet unwilling to flee. He reached for one of the fallen knives, but his hands shook. The assassins regrouped. Four remained upright. The leader uttered something low and guttural—not wolf language, older. I recognized fragments of the sound. A rite. A vow of blood. One of them... the shortest, pulled from his sleeve a fluted vial. He smashed it against the floor. A screaming mist erupted from it, swirling like smoke alive, claws of vapor reaching, choking out the light.

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.

“Go on. What’s the vow?” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I had endured lift just a little more. “I vow to live fully, to love without hesitation, to forgive without reservation, and to never let the mistakes of the past dictate my future. I vow to embrace every moment, every joy, every challenge, every love that comes my way—and to do so with courage and honesty. I vow to build a life with you, grounded in respect, trust, and the understanding that we are stronger together than we could ever be apart.”

He looked down coldly, taking control of the situation. There was no room for her to back out now; she had come to him and there would be no regrets. Damien pressed her against the door. The pristine white wedding dress, originally meant for Marcus, was now being torn apart by his uncle, creating a forbidden bond that brought an intense allure to both of them. The overwhelming sensation made them indulge in the thrill they brought each other,one passionate, the other fervent. Their bodies moved together with an unspoken harmony. ... By dawn, the room was filled with a chaotic mix of scents. As Damien put his clothes back on, his bare back revealed several deep nail scratches.

It’s not about sex, it’s about authenticity… and maybe a little fun if you’re open-minded. I groan. “I hate him.” Maya fans herself. “You love that you hate him.” “Shut up.” “I can’t. This is better than N*****x.” Another message blinks in before I can lock the screen. > Arrogant bitch: Despite your opinion of me, I don’t plan to hurt you. The contract protects Leo first. You have my word. The change of tone knocks the air out of me. My thumb hesitates above the glass.

But like Roman he too cut his throat in front of me and made his vows to me. “I, Levi Hunt, Vow to you, my love, I will bleed. I will bleed before I harm you in any way ever again, both physical and emotional pain. For you, I vow to never let another day go by without you knowing how much I love you. I vow to never let you go and to track you down where ever you may hide. You are my heart, my blood, my life, my forever.”

Eirwen felt a chill crawl up her spine when Vow placed the book beside it and slowly opened to a page near the center. In delicate handwriting—gold ink, smudged with ash—it read: “Lie to the Crown. Lose the tongue.” Eirwen didn’t laugh. But she did smile. Just a little. “This some kind of mafia poem?” she asked. Triarch Vow didn’t move. Domenik did. He stepped toward her, voice softer than it should’ve been. “This is not metaphor. It’s doctrine.” “You want me afraid?” “No,” he said. “I want you honest.”

There was no turning back. “I, Damon Westwood before the elders and members make this vow in spirit and soul" he began. I repeated after him and then he began to recite the vows. “Before the eternal stars and the silent moon,I kneel in shadow and light alike.I vow to bind my breath to the living, my blade to the forgotten,my soul to the endless hunt.” He started. I repeated after him and he continued. Our voices were the only thing we could hear. “By ash and by fire, by blood and by dust,I renounce slumber while the fanged still walk.Let no glamour cloud my sight, let no darkness sway my spirit” he said and I repeated again.

I promised and took the most difficult vow of royalty- the ‘Supreme Vow of Life’ as I pressed the poisoned dart in my palm and held it over the sacred fire so that the dart disappeared inside my palm, leaving a hot trail of bubbling blood in its wake. Souls were considered the purest form of our beings and the poisoned dart, sucked the soul to punishing darkness instead of the body, unlike the blood oath if the Supreme Vow of Life was broken. Such a difficult vow had been taken less than 3 times in the entire history of the universe but I had never been surer in my life about taking such an extreme step. I loved my mates beyond limits. "My Queen,” Dominic whispered as his eyes brimmed with t