Novel & Cerita Shattered Vow

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

"By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed, For love is weakness, and weakness, death. As my father vowed, so I vow…” A slash across my palm. Blood dripped onto the altar. Then fire erupted from the cracks in the ground, and the robes began to burn. The torches screamed. The altar bled. I woke up choking, my chest soaked in sweat, my breath ragged. The room was spinning. The sheets of the bed where I laid were tangled, soaked. My skin felt like it was crawling. Like the v

If she ever found out the truth, if she knew the full extent of his involvement in this alliance, the betrayal would be irreparable. “I want him weakened,” Dante said, his voice steel. “I want his organization compromised. I want him questioning his own people. But I will not allow Alessia to become collateral damage.” “She already is,” Natov replied, too casually. “You sold her to him. Now you want to pretend you’re protecting her?” “I did what was necessary to prevent war.” “No,” Natov said with a soft chuckle. “You did what was necessary to save your own skin.” Dante didn’t flinch, but the comment hit hard. Because it was true. He had made a deal with the devil when he married Alessia off

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and pleading. "I promise, I’ll cut ties with Lilith and her family. From now on, I’ll only have eyes for you. We can start over—we can have a happy life together!" I scoffed, curling my lips into a sarcastic smile. I laughed at his naivety and foolishness. "Do you really think we can go back to what we were?" Behind me, I heard his anguished howl. It was the sound of the werewolf in him being consumed by pain, just like how he was.

I had believed every promise he made, no matter how fragile the idea of forever truly was. As long as he said the words, I believed them. But now, the vows faded, the promises turned to dust, and the person I once loved was gone. I carved Pierse out of my life—a slow, excruciating process, like cutting away flesh and bone. And yet, he still left behind cracks that could never be filled. … When Dolly stormed up to confront me outside my office building, I had just wrapped up a major project.

“Is this what you wanted, mother? To see her broken? To see me broken?” Mrs. Johnson’s face contorted, her pride battling with shock. “You never told me about this girl,” she snapped, her voice shaking. “You never invited me to your court wedding. The only woman you ever introduced to me was Sandra! The woman I thought was your wife. And now, suddenly, this stranger appears, carrying your child, demanding your loyalty. Do you expect me to accept her without question?” Stephen rose to his feet, his eyes burning as he loomed over her. He looked like a man torn between fury and despair, his voice ragged as he spoke.

My cloud was broken when a strong, smooth voice commanded, "Stop!" My eyes flit open and my heart stutters. My God, did I mess up? London stares at the both of us, an unreadable expression on his face. I messed up, didn't I? "What's the matter?" Jackie sasses, a brow raised in his direction. "I don't need to hear anymore," he replied with a shrug, "You both made the cut." "That means?" I ask unsurely, narrowing my eyes. It means you're both in," he answered with a small smile, "Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."

"Freya, if it weren't for Shawn, I might have died in that war. While absolute loyalty for a werewolf is enough for them to willingly give their life for the Alpha, there's no denying that he saved me. Before he died, Shawn entrusted Tracy to me. As I mentioned earlier, I thought love was something that would never enter my life, so at the time, I didn't grasp the weight of a vow. Under the moonlight, to lay my departed best friend and Beta to rest in peace, I vowed to take good care of his only family member, his sister Tracy." "However, as time passed, everything began to change. I never anticipated that Tracy would become increasingly dependent on me. I tolerated Tracy repeatedly for the

I looked over at Damon, and the same concern swirled in his eyes. "The prisoner is yours. Remember, a vow with a dragon is a vow for life. Break it without consent, and you will only curse yourself. Garren will decide when the vow is no longer needed." Before we could say anymore, they pushed Apollo forward and stepped back into the shadows. Their presence was no longer detectable as if they had vanished into the air itself. "You bastard," Damon shouted as he charged for Apollo. His hand was formed into a fist as he aimed for him. Apollo didn't even bother to defend himself. He didn't even flinch when Damon's fist connected with the side of his face.

I collapsed against him, shaking, skin blistered where the cuff had burned into me. Lucian held me tight, his chest heaving. His lips brushed my temple, rough and desperate. “He won’t have you. I swear it. I’ll tear the world apart before I let him.” Tears stung my eyes, but I forced a nod against his chest. “I believe you.” For the first time, I truly did. But even as his warmth wrapped around me, the whisper of the Shadow Alpha coiled in the back of my mind. Every vow is a chain. And every chain breaks. To be continued…