Lethal Vows Book Novels & Stories

“When I said I’d kill him.” His throat works. “I know.” “Not just him,” I continue. “Vorlag, too. Brannagh. Any bastard who so much as looks at you like they’re calculating the best angle to shoot from. I will put them in the ground, Kieran. All of them. I don’t care how long it takes.” His breath catches, just a little. “This isn’t a vow I make lightly,” I say. “I’m not built for promises. The ones I made in Redmaw were always someone else’s words in my mouth. This one is mine.”

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.

"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.

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

Perhaps seeing my puzzlement or simply wanting to vent, he held the cup, his gaze lost, and lightly said: "Coffee was my sister's favorite drink. I've told her many times not to drink it, but she wouldn't listen. Later, I thought if this continued, she would ruin her health. So, I used my method to eliminate the sale of coffee within hundreds of miles of my home. But unexpectedly, this stubborn girl stopped drinking coffee and started drinking alcohol instead. If not for this, she..." He paused here, falling silent for a while. The sorrowful expression on his face had been put away, replaced by his previous warm and gentle demeanor. He turned to look at me. "I know that my sister died at the

Lady Senna and the armored man flanked him like twin pillars of judgment, their expressions carved from ice. “This is your final trial,” Lady Senna said. Her voice carried through the hollow space, echoing strangely off the stripped walls. It wasn’t loud — it didn’t need to be. It was heavy, each word falling like a stone into my gut. “It is not a test of skill. Or courage. Or power. It is a binding.” My mouth tasted like ash. I tried to swallow, but it stuck in my throat. “You will each step forward,” she went on, her eyes sweeping over us. “You will place your hand upon the book and speak your vow of loyalty. Of service. Of self. And this book will take your words and make them truth.”

I wanted to be your partner, not your project. He turned the page. You made me feel beautiful and broken at the same time. And that contradiction lived in me like wildfire." Page after page, her voice bleed through. Raw. Honest. Forgiving in some places. Devastating in others. By the time she was finished, Killian was holding the book with white knuckles. If you ever find your way back to me, I won't make it easy. Because love shouldn't be easy. But if you're still willing to fight. then maybe we have a chance."