Plighted Troth Novels & Stories

"It is unbreakable, eternal, and blessed. But the bond between second chance mates is even more precious, for it is forged not just in joy, but in the wisdom that comes from loss, in the gratitude that comes from knowing how rare and beautiful true love is." Tears were streaming down Athena's face now, and I could feel my own eyes getting wet. "Tonight, we formalize what the Moon Goddess has already written in the stars—that these two souls belong together, now and forever," Orion declared. He turned to me first, his expression shifting from brother to Alpha, from friend to officiant. "Tristan, Alpha of Silver Ridge, do you come here freely, of your own will and desire?" "I do," I said firml

Raven answered, her voice unwavering. “And do you, Killian Thorne, son of war and keeper of shadows, vow to uphold the sacred pact, and lead with truth?” “I do,” he said, his gaze never leaving Raven’s. As their hands met above the Moonstone, a beam of pure moonlight cascaded from the sky, illuminating them both. Their marks glowed in unison—one fiery red, the other icy silver—then merged into a single, blazing gold. Gasps rose from the crowd. The pact had been accepted.

Briar said coldly, “Andrius, swear an oath. I only believe in those.” Cloud and Lionel agreed. Betrayal was common in the cultivation world. Compared to trust, only a soul-binding oath would put them at ease. Cultivation was about going against the heavens, and one could lie to others. However, if one lied to themselves, their internal demons might rise during tribulation, causing them a horrible death. “I, Andrius Moonshade, swear to the heavens and by my soul that upon refining the palace stele, I will only take 20 percent of the treasures within.”

When they lifted the lid, she was surprised to find nothing on the plate. The man continued, "To mark your first bond, you will seal this oath with your blood. This is to pledge your loyalty and alliance and to give your word that in joining, you both become not two bodies, but one." She could almost grunt in disgust, but before she could digest it, Earl stretched out his hand in front of her. She didn't know what to do, so she just stared at the outstretched hand. "Your hand."

hung in the air. They felt final and cold. I felt a mix of relief and dread. Victors face went pale. He didn't say anything.Isabellas eyes widened in shock. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Mom… please no…”“I've waited long for honesty. Too long for loyalty. And now I have neither " I said. My voice was steady.. My chest felt tight. "This stops here.”Victors hands clenched at his sides. I saw the battle inside him. He loved Isabella. He wanted to protect her.. He also knew I was right. He opened his mouth. Then he hesitated. He looked at Isabella. I saw the fear. Worry between them.I was sure of my decision. My hands were still shaking. I held my phone. I was ready to take the steps that would

A thin trail of blood glistened against Edward’s lip before falling to the ground. ‎The moment froze. Edward’s jaw tightened, his eyes glinting with something dark and dangerous. Then, slowly, a smile curved his mouth—not one of amusement, but of promise. The kind of smile that said Ryan’s defiance had sealed his fate. There’s nothing that will save him now, Edward thought. Not after this. ‎

But when our businesses clashed, the streets ran red with the blood of our homeboys. The violence only ended when John Wenston —son of Karl Wenston married a Shelby daughter out of love, forging a fragile peace. A union that started out of love, gave a momentary peace, but it grew to become our law —a contractual marriage: a decree demanding sons from each family marry daughters from the other. I was briefed about the consequences —the stories of daughters who took their own lives rather than be betrothed to monsters. It was a peace built on broken lives, and perhaps if not for my medical knowledge, I would have considered the same fate.

I explained. Somehow, speaking my intentions made the empty ache in my heart lessen. Since Adrian was on the floor with me, I started with him. “I, Vanessa Suzanne Stinson, accept you, Adrian Nelson, as my mate. To love from now until the time that the moon goddess claims me.” “Thank you, Little Poochie. I am honored to be yours, Vanessa Suzanne Stinson,” he replied and pressed his lips to mine.

Then it was time for the vows. “Do you, Christian Edgar Smith take Trudy Hart to be your love to be your beloved partner, your heart’s companion and your truest friend, to share in all of life’s moments… joy and sorrow, strength and struggle? Will you cherish them, honor them, and walk beside them, in days of sunshine and in storms, in abundance and in need, in laughter and in silence loving them faithfully, from this day forward, and for all the days of your life?” Christian smiled.