Lethal Vows Book Novels & Stories

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.”

"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.

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."

“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.

Leo raised his right hand, placing his palm firmly over his heart in the ultimate Lycan vow. "I pledge my undying loyalty to you, Ivonne," Leo declared, his voice ringing with fierce, solemn devotion. "In this lifetime, in the next, and in any lifetime where our paths cross again... I will willingly lay down my life to protect you. I will honor your memory forever." He leaned forward, pressing a respectful kiss to her cold cheek. "Rest well, my Luna." Leo stood up, stepping back to hold the sobbing Elara in his arms. Thorin stepped forward next.