Lethal Vows Book Novels & Stories

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."

This was all so absurd. “Is that it?” I asked. “Yup,” she said with a shrug. “That’s it. Once the vow is placed, your loyalty is locked in place.” I nodded in consideration. “What was that bit about severance?” “It means that only death, abdication, or exile can break the vow,” she replied seriously. It sounded so intense, but she didn’t seem fazed. Must have been a wolf thing. But I didn’t care about any of that. I only cared about whether I could make Killian trust me or not.

“During each of our initiation, we are submerged into a human-sized test tube while each member slits their wrist and allow it to drop into the water. It's called a soul-l**k and the connection is very powerful; lost method of stamping a covenant.” Turns out, my guess wasn't far from the truth. Lex felt relieved he hadn't gone through that. What a stupid thought to even consider it. “Detective,” El stared into Lex's eyes. “I'm sure you already know what happens when one goes against the blood script. They don't die, their loved ones die.” Ayodele, Yetunde, they had broken the oath.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

Liam’s POV If you think you have had a bad day, then I’ve had worse. First, I was left at the altar by the woman I was supposed to marry because of the ring bearer. Second, I got a child. My ring bearer. Let’s roll the tape back. “What? You’re surprised?” Lola stepped closer and whispered so that only I could hear her. She looked at me like I had fallen directly into her trap. And yes, I did. I fell directly into her trap.

Its warmth bloomed like a heartbeat. “This oath,” she said, “it is sacred. If broken—” “I know,” Lucien cut in. “I will not die.” “No.” Her eyes opened. “You will be erased. The Vowfire does not leave ash. It leaves nothing.” Lucien drew a thin dagger from his belt, its edge gleaming faintly silver despite the dark. “Then let it leave nothing of me if I betray you.” He didn’t flinch as he sliced a line across his palm. His blood welled slowly, thick, dark, laced with something ancient.

This bond was an ancient and unbreakable lycan vow that carried death for betrayal. "Break your promise and die" I threatened, smirk widening, my voice a velvet blade. His blood was warm against mine, the wounds already healing, the pact sealed. Kade’s face was a picture of splintered fury, fire raged within his eyes, but he kept himself immobile, his strength bound by the knowledge of what I could do. He knew I would kill him without batting an eyelid, my claws through his heart before he could blink. The hall fell silent, the crackling of the fire inaudible, the carved wolf heads leaning closer, witnesses to his defeat. I stepped back, relaxed but predatory in demeanor, surveying him, asse

he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the stillness. “I… I apologize, Alpha. The door was unlocked. I couldn’t resist.” She held the book out, her hand trembling slightly. He ignored it, stepping fully into the room and closing the door with a definitive click. “You read the words. You gave them voice. Do you understand what those letters are? They are vows. Promises of devotion and obedience.” Thalia’s breath hitched. “I meant no disrespect.” “Intentions are meaningless. Consequences are everything.” He moved closer, not with aggression, but with a predator’s grace that was far more disarming. “You have taken something that was not yours. Now, I will take something in return. A l

The liquid hissed against the stone, steam rising as if the Chalice itself fed on loyalty. One by one, wolves rose. Alphas and warriors, healers and seers, the young trembling but defiant—all came forward. They cut their palms and spilled into the Chalice, murmuring oaths of vengeance, loyalty, kinship. The Chalice grew heavier with blood, its contents swirling as if alive. Some vows rang with fury: “By my blood, I’ll burn Kael’s name from the earth!” Others were soft with grief: “For my brother, slain last moon. I give my life freely.”