Novel & Cerita Lethal Vows Book

I spoke into the mic, letting the words cut sharp, “tonight we stop pretending. Luciano Volkov isn’t some respected businessman. He’s a killer, and his family has spilled enough innocent blood.” My eyes found him immediately. Luciano Volkov stood dead center in the crowd, tall and still in his black tuxedo. Those cold eyes locked on mine. No panic. No shouting. Just that slow, dangerous tilt of his head like he was already planning how to make me pay. “You’ve got some nerve, Seraphina,” a voice boomed from the side. One of his captains. “This peace gala was supposed to end the fighting.” “Peace?” I laughed, short and bitter. “Your boss’s family murdered my mother. There is no peace until eve

I tried to keep my voice steady as I said to him “Why are you so keen on killing me? I don’t understand. I told you that I don’t know anything other than what I already said. Why go to all that trouble to kill me?” He stopped walking towards me. We were a couple of feet apart from each other. I just need to keep him talking. “Because I made a vow to him” he hissed at me. I raise my eyebrows. “What vow? To whom?” “I made a vow to alpha Grey, a very long time ago. Everyone related to them will suffer the consequences. Everyone related to them will spend their lives deprived of any shred of happiness, they will only know a life filled with suffering and misery, or die an excruciating death. The

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

The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze. His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room. “Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?” A brief silence followed. All eyes were on Adrian. Without hesitation. Without pause. “Yes, I do.”

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

“Repeat your vows after me,” Her heart stumbled. ‘Vows?’ But there was no time to question it. His gaze remained locked on hers, and she knew hesitation was not an option. Her lips parted, her voice barely steady as she echoed each word that left his mouth. “I, Cassandra Krüger, swear before blood and brotherhood that my life no longer belongs to me.” “My loyalty, my silence, my breath, all are claimed by the family.” Each statement seemed heavier than the last. “I shall place our code above law, our blood above all bonds.”

"Your blood. Elise's blood. Mixed together in the ritual. Only way to reopen the Covenant." "The Covenant's destroyed." "The chamber is. But the vows? Those remain. Written in stone. Written in blood. Can't erase them." Lucian stepped closer. "All we need is the right mix. The right sacrifice." "I'm not sacrificing anyone." "Then they die. Simple." Damien raised his gun. "You'll die first." "Will I?" Lucian smiled. "Look up." They looked. Red laser dots covered them. Rifles hidden in the shadows above.