Sacred Vows Novels & Stories

Built on blood and flames. She wrote: I. Loyalty to power, not name. II. The crown passes through fire, not blood. III. Silence is no longer sacred. Only purpose. IV. Betrayal will not be forgiven. Nor remembered. Only buried. V. No man rules without my shadow beside him. When the ink dried, she lit the corner of an old De Rossi oath scroll and used it to scorch the first page. The ash crumbled like history. A new world was here.

“Forsake your selfish endeavors! The covenant shall be made to the Coven, not to oneself! The Goddess. The Great Mother. A sacred vow that can never be broken.” The pages are delicate and thin. I carefully turn the page to see what wisdoms await me. A soft knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts. I quickly hide the book as I hear the lock begin to turn.

"With this hand, I will multiply your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your lethal wine. Her heart thudded, How strange and scary, Did he just say the wrong vow? And are the people here deaf not to hear the wicked vows? "With this candle, I will dim your way in the light" He added as he impassively blew off the candle flame, It was the opposite vow. How could a groom vow to dim his bride's way to light and the whole assemblage silent like it's the most normal thing on earth? "With this ring, I bind you to eternal doom" he added and propelled her finger into the silver wedding ring violently.

The priestesses gathered around Olivia again, forming a perfect circle. Zara raised her hand. White fire spun between her fingertips. “To join forces with the Pact, you must take the Red Moon Vow.” Olivia nodded. “I’m ready.” “You are not,” Eun-Ji whispered. “No one is.” Zara continued. “The vow requires blood, breath, memory, and truth. If you break the vow, you die. If you fail the vow, you die. If the Widow takes you first…” Her eyes flicked to Ethan. “Then he dies.”

he replied, his voice low and rough. “I want one final look at the Delacroix before I bid.” She studied him for a moment. Grayson was a known buyer, private, ruthless, and obscenely wealthy. He had purchased several high-value pieces through the house in the past two years, always paying in full and never negotiating. She had no reason to refuse him, even at this hour. Cassandra nodded once. “Very well, but make it quick. The vault locks automatically at one.” She turned back to her tablet, but she could feel his eyes on her.

At that, he took Kace’s hand and led the way infront of the priest. The ceremony began. Kace tried to get rid of those unwanted thoughts in her mind. She wanted to get this thing over with, without hurting those people around her. Soon after, the exchange of vows took place. Chandler took her hand while saying his vow. “I, Chandler Andrew Parker take you Millie Wilson as my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish you for the rest of my life, for better or for worse… till death do us part.”

“Still sounds like a marriage to me.” Silence filled the kitchen after the call ended. Lucas leaned against the counter. Elias leaned against the table. They looked at each other, neither speaking. Finally, Elias broke it. “You ever think about that?” Lucas frowned slightly. “About what?” “Marriage. Again.” Lucas sat down, taking his time with the answer. “I used to think vows meant everything. That once you said the words, nothing could touch you. Then I learned they don’t mean much without action.”

He politely nodded to my father before taking the seat next to me, his presence both a shield and a challenge. “Breakfast with the devil?” he whispered in my ear, just loud enough for me to catch. “You’re braver than I thought.” I shot him a warning look, but he just grinned, the charming yet dangerous devil in disguise. My father’s gaze flicked between us, sensing the tension, the unspoken bond forming in the cracks of his control. “Remember your vows, Alessia,” he said pointedly. “Marriage doesn’t free you from obedience. It ties you to loyalty—to both your husband and to me.”