Our Deadly Vows Novels & Stories

When Catherine Zyla unexpectedly became the Luna of the Silverspring Pack, her world was turned upside down. On the very day she discovered she was pregnant, the Alpha handed her divorce papers, shattering her dreams. The impostor heiress came to provoke her, and her mother-in-law disdained her for having no power or influence. Catherine decided to leave, packing her bags and planning to disappear with her baby. But just as she was about to go, a stunningly wealthy and influential men came to her rescue, arriving in a convoy of luxury cars and vowing to shower her with affection and care. Julian Liddell, the eldest of the six, insisted, "Cathy, wear these exquisite jewels every day!" As Cathy flourished, embraced by the lavish affection of the wealthy man, her desperate ex begged for a second chance, "Cathy, let's remarry."

‎⚠️🔞 18+ WARNING 🔞⚠️ ‎ ‎Cassian rammed in asking, "whose idea was this? To provoke me to fuck you? Who spiked my drink?" as Cassian asked he brought his palm down repeatedly on Orion's ass. Tears filled the boy's eyes and moans from Azriel and Orion echoed. "whose idea was it," Cassian growled. "nobody's" Orion moaned. Cassian reached around holding the base of Orion's cock. Stopping his orgasm but still kept pounding. Till Orion cried frantically, “me Daddy, I did, fuck!!!" Cassian laughed sadistically and said, “then you should bear the consequence of your actions. I'll fuck you till the drugs wear off. It's gonna be a long night" ‎ ‎Cassian Blackwood ruled an empire… until the boys he raised returned. ‎Azriel and Orion don’t see him as a father, they see him as their property. Every move, every breath, every desire belongs to them. His mother, his friends, even his own body are pawns in their obsession. ‎And Cassian isn’t fully himself. Lucien, his hidden other, emerges when he’s cornered… giving the boys everything they crave. And eventually push Cassian to the back of the mind. ‎In this world, love is control, obsession is power, and freedom is an illusion. Some sins are inherited. Some are created. Some… can never be escaped. ‎ ‎Our Perfect Sin: an intense, dark MM erotic tale of possession, desire, and destruction.

On the first night of our graduation trip, Richard Clark, the class representative, suggests that we find our match via room numbers. "Let your luck decide your fate! You'll get to stay in the same room with your partner regardless of gender! How exciting is this?" Throughout my four-year college life, I've been in an underground relationship with Faye Lister for three years. No one knows about our relationship at all. I dig out a ball from the box and wait for my turn to get matched. When it's Faye's turn, she claims that her number is seven. That's when Richard raises his voice. "The other person who gets Room 7 is… Xavier Jensen!" Xavier, the guy whom Faye had once pursued in a grand fashion, shoots her a smile immediately. Everyone cheers on them, claiming that even God wants them to be together. I'm the only one who doesn't say anything. No one knows that I've heard Richard and Faye having a secretive conversation before the start of the game. "Find the ball with a circular bump. That's the mark I've specifically left for you and Xavier." As I watch Faye approach Xavier and arrange his collar with scarlet cheeks, I find myself smiling as well. It turns out that I've wasted three years waiting for Faye to announce our relationship. This time, I decide to be the one leaving this relationship.

Aria endured Richard's cruelty and betrayal until death released her—only to wake five years in the past. Armed with knowledge of her tragic fate, she walks away before the nightmare begins, building an empire from ashes while he remains oblivious. But when Richard finally realizes what he lost, his desperate attempts to reclaim her are met with icy indifference. Now the hunter has become the hunted, and Aria holds all the cards. Will she grant him mercy—or make him beg?

Three years ago, during our marking ceremony, my fated mate suddenly proposed to my stepsister, Ashley Calisto. When I was publicly humiliated, Owen Wagner, Alpha of the pack and president of the Wolf Alliance, started to pursue me obsessively. A few months later, I became his Luna. He has treated me with great care and tenderness for the past three years. That is, until I get pregnant and accidentally overhear his secret conversation with a witch. "I need a potion that will kill the pup in her womb without her noticing," Owen says. The witch asks in confusion, "Alpha Owen, why don't you want this heir?" Owen replies coldly, "The only one worthy of bearing my pup is Ashley. This entire thing had been orchestrated to protect Ashley anyway." So, all this tenderness has just been part of a carefully crafted lie. If that's the case, I'll let them have each other.

Two formidable Lycans are hot on our trail, determined to claim us as their mates. Crescent Moon cowardly slaughtered the Eclipse Howlers, when I found my dying Luna-mother, she made me promise to deliver the mysterious box in her hand to the King and Queen of the Royal Kingdom of Werewolves when I turned eighteen. Xanne, the Beta's hybrid daughter, and me, still minors, are the only survivors of the massacre. But the desperate Lycans, who have searched for their mates for years, sensed us early on, leaving us no choice but to flee from their grasp. Until we deliver the box, we have no time for anything else, and the mates will need to wait until we are of age. But the chase intensifies, and they do everything in their power to catch up with us on our way to the Kingdom. In the end, we have to submit to this powerful divine race. Four fated mates arrive at the Palace, where Eon, a rebel and son of the Royal Chief Warrior, awaits us. When we meet him, the mate bond kicks in again, creating a new bond that baffles us, leading to unprecedented challenges in our relationships. Deception and intrigue tear us apart, pups are traded for power, until we are forced to reveal the secrets that take place between the Palace walls...

That was the day I ran away, I was giving birth outside the house in the snow, listening to my mate Alpha and his woman having sex inside. My life was so desperate！ Yes, this is my story! My parents died many years ago, I was an orphan and omega, and I lived the life the other members of the pack wanted the least, I was slapped in the face and bitten every day, I had no wolf and almost no friends, they all treated me like trash. But on the night of my 18th birthday, my wolf and my Mate showed up at the same time. I thought my life would be better for it. But they both only existed for one night, and the next day they both disappeared. My wolf was lost and my Alpha mate didn't even remember me. I was just his medicine, his slave. I was pregnant and my mate didn't even know...

“This is wrong. You’re supposed to help me fix my marriage” “And yet here you are, squirming under my hands like you're begging me to break it” “You're too close… I can’t think straight when you’re this close” “Then stop thinking. Just feel.” He leans in, his breath brushing against my lips. “Tell me to stop Lillian—and I will. But if you don’t, I’m going to kiss and claim your body like I’ve imagined a thousand times on that chair” *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* When Lillian Calloway walks into marriage counseling, she’s desperate—not just to save her crumbling relationship with her emotionally distant husband, but to hold together the image of a perfect life. Then she meets Dr Ronan Carter. Calm, devastatingly handsome and far too familiar for her comfort. Each session unravels more than just the crack in her marriage—it exposes desires she’s locked away for years. Ronan makes her feel alive. And when the professional lines begin to blur, Lillian finds herself stepping on the edge of something forbidden. He’s her counselor. She’s his client. Falling for each other will cost them everything. But what if the biggest lie was the marriage they were trying to save?

Heartbroken from a miscarriage and a cheating husband, Madeline’s life feels shattered. A night out with her best friend lands her in the bed of Colin Denver—her husband’s rival. Mortified, furious, and confused, she refuses his outrageous proposal: a fake engagement. But when Max’s fiancée, Melissa, reveals a deadly grudge from their shared past, Madeline is kidnapped and forced to confront a history she never knew. Colin risks everything to save her, and when he’s shot protecting her, Madeline finally faces the truth: love doesn’t follow rules, and age is no barrier to the heart. Betrayal, revenge, and a love that defies all odds collide in this gripping story of heartbreak, danger, and unexpected passion.

For my birthday, I got a gift box. Inside was a dead silver fox. Its fur was peeled away. Dark, profane runes were carved into its flesh. My wolf cried out in agony, then shattered. I desperately reached for my Alpha, Darian, through our mate bond. “Darian… help me… My wolf… my heart…” His response was ice cold. “Maeve, stop being so dramatic. It’s just a prank. A Luna should be stronger than this. Amara has a fever. I’m with her.” He just cut the bond. He chose his childhood friend over me. Her mate had recently died, and she only had a low-grade fever. I was left to collapse in agony. I didn't get help until a pack beta found me and rushed me to the medical center. It took me three whole days to recover. When Darian finally came back, reeking of Amara’s sweet perfume, he sneered at me. "I knew you were faking it. How could a dead fox hurt you? You just wanted to stop me from comforting her!" I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just handed him a document to sign. Compensation, I said, for choosing Amara over me. He signed it without even looking. "Is this about money? Don't be another jealous she-wolf. Don't cause trouble for me. I can give you anything. Amara and I grew up together. She's important to me. You know that." I just nodded. I didn't say a word. The next day, he took Amara to an Alpha-only alliance dinner. Pictures were all over the werewolf social feeds. He had no idea what he’d signed. It wasn’t a compensation agreement. It was a rejection of our mate bond. I counted down the three days. I calmly packed my most precious things. Then, I pulled out my burner phone. “Uncle Marcus? I need a private jet to the South.”