Lethal Vows Book Novels & Stories

There were also photos of them in bed together and… torn limbs. I immediately recognized the woman in the photos—she was none other than my best friend, Joey. The explicit and gory photos made my vision go white. I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to stop myself from puking. "You… You killed Joey?" I stammered. "Killed her?" Liam was still smiling. "I would much prefer it if you called it 'getting inspiration.'" My goosebumps rose when I looked into his eyes. They were cold and emotionless.

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

"I vow to be peaceful when I enter the Sprite lands. I promise that no Sprite will die by my hands. I swear that when I remove the woman, Anya, from the custody of her princes, it'll only be temporary; when she reaches the age of eighteen, I'll let the Sprite Princes come to my kingdom and take back what was destined for them. I make this blood vow, knowing that if I break it, my blood will spill for eternity, leaving me to be the husk of who I once was." As soon as I recite the final word to the vow, our wound starts to heal, and my oath forever binds me. Kade's vow is simpler than mine, and I notice when Delphine only cuts into Kade's palm, not spilling any of her blood. She also speaks th

Kendrick stared at her hard, "Since when is any slayer concerned about honor?" "I am! I never had thoughts of hurting her! And I don't pretend to be anyone's friend." With angry motions she drew a small knife from her boot which she had recovered earlier and held it up for him to see, "You want me to blood vow on it? I'll blood vow."+ "Blood vow?" Kendrick inquired. "An oath of my home country. Breaking a blood vow is punishable by death or forced suicide." She said strongly. Pointedly, she took the knife and cut her forearm until blood popped up. She dipped the flat of the blade in it and brought it to her lip where she made a bloody line down the front of her bottom lip.

the woman assured her. “But Ma’am, this is also my real face...” her voice cracked out of panic. What if these people are actually targeting her because she has the same face as this woman? Is she going to die? How about her mom? She is the only person left who can take care of her mom. “Please don’t kill me,” she automatically pleaded. “We’re not going to kill you, don’t worry,” the woman softly chuckled, placing the knuckles on her fingers near her mouth. “In fact, I am here because there is something I want to ask of you.”

Chapter 3 (Sophia's POV) The shattered champagne glass lies in glittering pieces at my feet, but it’s nothing compared to the wreckage happening inside my chest. Marriage. To Alexander Voss. For one year. The words echo in my skull like a death sentence. I can’t breathe. The Grand Ballroom suddenly feels too bright, too loud, too full of vultures circling fresh blood. Lila is still talking, something about emergency meetings and lawyers on standby. But all I hear is the roaring in my ears.

He wanted to hold her and promise her everything. He wanted to tell her that he would stop. That he would let the vow die. But the vow was not just a promise. It was a fire. And fires didn’t go out simply because you wanted them to. They consumed. They spread. They left ash behind. Lucian stepped back. The distance returned. He hated himself for it. Arielle’s expression broke just a little enough to show the pain beneath her strength. “Don’t,” she said again. “Don’t leave.”

He pointed to his heart. Cale looked at Elion’s chest. He saw the rise and fall of breathing. He saw the flush of life in Elion’s cheeks. "You are alive," Cale said calmly. "That is the only metric that matters. If I have to hollow myself out until I am nothing but a shell to keep you breathing... I will do it. That is the Vow." "The Vow?" "The Reaper's Vow," Cale said. The words tasted strange on his tongue, ancient and heavy. "To protect the soul until the time is right."

Yet her eyes burned, unflinching, fire blazing through her fear. “No,” she said, her voice low but steady. “You will not touch him. You will not breach this vow.” The intruder faltered, caught off guard by her defiance. In that fragile pause, Sajah’s men struck, surging forward like a tide. Bullets sang, blades clashed, bodies fell. The chapel became a crucible of fire and smoke, vows written now in blood. ⸻ When the dust cleared, the enemy lay scattered. The leader was gone, vanished into the storm, leaving behind only his laughter ringing in the broken air.

“We’ll make him watch his world collapse piece by piece. I'll finish what I wasn't able to accomplish the first time. I’ll kill her.” Caroline’s lips parted, breath sharp. The words were real now, etched in stone. Kill her. Kill Venus. For a heartbeat, the enormity of it pressed against her chest. Then she exhaled, steady, and let the darkness settle. “Yes,” she whispered, almost reverent. “Let’s make him burn.” Gerald extended his hand. Slowly, Caroline took it, their grip sealing something that could not be undone. A pact written not in ink, but in vengeance.