Sacred Vows Novels & Stories

Eli tried to say something but Jennie cut him off "If anyone of you dare cut me off once more than i am gonna cut your tongues so zip up those fucking mouths and listen!........." Everyone virtually zipped their mouths "I can't tell because.....(Jennie closed her eyes and gathered all her courage) The promise i made was vow" Gasp escaped from everyone's mouth once they heard Jennie's confession. ( A promise that is vow is made between 2 people and only has one condition. Don't break it other wise at first the person whom you love the most would lose it's most important thing and if broken once more then the person you love the most dies. it's cruel and dangerous and is forbidden in all magic

“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.

The old priest arrived within the hour, cloaked in shadows, holding an ancient tome wrapped in velvet. They stood in the garden of the estate, beneath a moonlit arch of crimson roses, barefoot in the grass. Sera’s fingers were laced with Valerio’s. She was shaking, but not from fear. From the weight of it. The gravity of love in its rawest form. “Are you ready?” Father Leto asked. Valerio nodded. Sera whispered, “Yes.” The priest opened the book, and began reciting the vow in Thorne blood dialect, an ancient promise made between warriors and their bonded. It was not recognized by any court or church, but in the eyes of Valerio’s family—and their enemies—it was binding.

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.”

It was time for me to take the oath, a sacred vow that would bind me to my people and my destiny. The elder’s voice echoed through the field as he recited the ancient words, each syllable resonating with power and tradition. When it was my turn, I raised my hand and swore to protect and honor the pack and the kingdom, to uphold their laws, and to lead with wisdom and strength. My voice trembled slightly, but my resolve was unwavering.

We promised to keep the inn’s doors open for anyone who needed it, and to keep being as loud as needed when people tried to strip kindness into commodities. When we got home the light had softened in the way that makes rooms feel like things you can fold. Marcus paused at the entrance to the nursery and looked at the little crib with something like reverence. “I’ve been thinking about vows,” he said. “Not the public ones—private ones. The ones I keep failing at and the ones I want to get good at.” “You owe me a vow about pancake distribution,” I said, because binding agreements are the only kind I can handle without dramatic paperwork.

Alaric spat. “Oh, so she matters,” the brother mused, his breath ghosting my cheek. “More than the empire? More than your inheritance? More than the vow you broke?” My pulse stuttered. “What vow?” I rasped. He leaned closer, so close his lips almost brushed my ear. “The vow that tied him to me. Blood vows don’t break, Saphira. They only punish.” Alaric cursed under his breath something harsh, ragged. He knew what the brother meant.

The Alpha made a speech about the sacred nature of what they were about to do, the permanence, asked if anyone wanted to back out. No one did. He went on about the specialness of Thea, the importance of keeping her safe. Then, when it came time, he prompted each of them to come up, kneel before her, and speak their vows. One by one, they came up, knelt in front of her, and said these words. “I swear by the moon goddess to protect you with my hands, my wolf, my life. I vow my life in service to you, to do what you ask of me, to keep your secrets, to act as an extension of you, to act only in ways that bring you honor.”

Mum spoke first. “The Moon marks what is broken and returns it made whole. We honor her law today.” She looked between Cowrie and her groom, then Gavin and Sariah, then Ruhan and me. “Three vows. One for bond, one for peace, one for rule.” Cowrie went first. “I vow to guard what is mine and take what is offered in trust.” Her husband repeated it. Mum nodded. Gavin spoke next. “I vow to shield what is mine and serve where I am needed.”

I vowed. However, when everyone thought that I was about to conclude, they all gasped in surprise when I continued and took out a poisoned dart. " .... and I add to my solemn vow that I shall continue to selflessly care, love and serve you both in both, life and DEATH !” I promised and took the most difficult vow of royalty- the ‘Supreme Vow of Life’ as I pressed the poisoned dart in my palm and held it over the sacred fire so that the dart disappeared inside my palm, leaving a hot trail of bubbling blood in its wake.