Shattered Vow Novels & Stories

she asked slowly, "in terms of daily conduct." "Public displays of affection when convenient. A shared residence for the duration of the marriage. No involvement with other parties that would imply an ongoing relationship. Otherwise your time is your own." "Shared residence." "Of necessity. As I expect one out of two of us will still be required to appear, from time to time, in a manner agreeable to both of us." Ivie processed this. "And if I say no." "Then we are done here. The offer lapses when this conversation is concluded. Your fourteen days are not extended."

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.

Valeri clutched a violin in one hand and a bow in the other . She stared to play . The notes formed a soft , weet tune . Then it turned fast , then faster . The music stopped altogether before the soft tune retumed . Valeri ended the song with one hard , fast , loud note . The auditorium fell completely silent until we realized the music was finished . Still in a halftrance , we burst I smiled to myself . Valeri wasn't just a "quiet girl" .She knew about wonderful books and could play the violin like nothing I'd ever heard . Like a caterpillar or butterfly , she was beautiful and amazing when you looked closely .

The void began to collapse inward, pulled toward the radiant center where they stood. But just as she thought they might hold it, a final surge struck outward. The last remnant of the vow’s will — wild, desperate, unwilling to die. It slammed into them, tearing their hands apart. “Kaelen!” “Serenya!” The force flung them in opposite directions, their light scattering through the storm. She reached out, screaming his name as the world shattered around her — the vow folding inward, breaking apart, consuming itself in brilliance. Her fingers brushed air.

I gritted out. She regarded me for a while, then shrugged. “Did you think it's that easy to destroy?” I lifted a brow. “What do you mean?” “I may agree to break it, but will it?” She read the confusion in my eyes and smirked. “I'm afraid that there's nothing we can do about it. The destruction of our vows is impossible. We did not just take an ordinary oath, dear. We took a dark oath, and it can't be broken. It's for eternity. Whether we both consent to it or not, there's no way out.”

I look down at my hands. “Two cries. That was the deal. One when I found out. One when it was over.” I lift my head again. “But then the third time was after the reception, when the dress was gone and I stood in front of that same mirror. Same bathroom. Same woman staring back. Just me. I cried that night because it was real. The vows had shattered before they were ever spoken. The betrayal was already written into the day. I cried when I allowed myself to feel it, because I was done pretending.

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

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.”

she yelled, crying. The wolf let out a dark chuckle. “See? She’s already ours.” Camela screamed, yanking her hand back. Blood sprayed from her palm, splattering the marble floor as the torches flared high up again. The whispers laughed inside her head. Vincent pulled her close, speaking quickly and softly. “We can’t break the oath here. But maybe…if we let it bleed out…” Her eyes grew wide. “What do you mean?” “If we cut deeper. If we allow the vow drain, it might weaken.”

As the chamber filled with the murmurs of a kingdom awaiting fate, the last vow hung in the air—an unbreakable bond forged not only by duty but by the fierce, unyielding power of love. The chamber was heavy with silence, thick like the air before a storm. Elara’s heart thundered in her chest as she watched Kael, his eyes still locked on hers, burning with a fierce intensity that both comforted and terrified her. The vow they had just exchanged wasn’t merely words—it was a binding thread that tied their fates together, a promise steeped in power, danger, and a love that dared to defy the darkness creeping around them. Kael’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “This vow… it changes everything. T