Shattered Vow Novels & Stories

I sensed Victor come up behind me and wrap his hands around my waist. “Beta Victor..” Ryder and Jeremy bowed in greeting and Victor nodded. “Ryder, it’s good to see you up and about. I hear you’re almost back to where you were before….” Victor trailed as Ryder smiled and nodded. “Yes, sir! Almost as good as new! Thank you, Tori.” He looked at me again and I could hear the sincerity in his voice. Victor smiled at me. “A warrior’s vow is for life, Tori. Unbreakable. A broken vow means death for the warrior. Not to be taken lightly.” I smiled through the tears.

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning. And I wasn’t done writing it yet.

POV: Silver Colt “They say your true self emerges when your heart is shattered. But to me, that night, mine was drenched in blood.” “What? What does a poor thing think she can offer me, an Alpha wolf,” Volvo laughed, “This trick of yours can’t get me girl. You failed.” I ran until the trees blurred and the cold sank into my skin like needles. The bond had snapped. Clean. Violent. Like a chain being ripped from bone. Volvo’s voice still rang in my ears, sharp and final, “What does a poor thing think she can offer me, an Alpha wolf.”

The Vow Lying naked in the center of the spiral, wrapped completely around one another, Serena spoke the words that sealed their hearts: “Tomorrow, when the ritual begins… I give myself to both of you completely. Body. Blood. Soul. No barriers. No hesitation.” Kael’s voice was thick with emotion. “I give you everything I am. My strength. My heart. My future.” Damien’s crimson eyes shone with rare vulnerability. “I give you my eternity. All of it.” The three of them sealed the vow with slow, lingering kisses — a promise of what was coming. Outside the chamber, the blood moon continued to rise.

Kissing her while cameras flashed and the crowd watched and Isabella's heart shattered into pieces too small to ever put back together. Then, mercifully, there was nothing.

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.”

"What are you doing?" "Taking back what's mine." "You can't." Ava pulled. The chains began cracking. Ethan gasped. Elias screamed. "Stop!" Ava pulled harder. The first chain shattered. Then another. Then another. Ethan stood. His eyes slowly returned to normal. Elias stumbled backward. "You can't erase me!" Ava looked at him. "I'm not erasing you." She reached toward him. "I'm separating you." Elias' face changed. "No."

I whispered, though the words were too small for the crime they named. Adolphus laughed from the throne’s edge, but the sound carried strain where certainty used to live. “Forgotten vows do not save queens,” he said. “No,” Rudina answered, turning her fading face toward him with the authority death had failed to steal. “But awakened vows can still break buried thrones.” The red-gold thread under my bond snapped tight. The old feather throne groaned. The shadow child opened both black eyes inside the cradle, and Maelor kicked inside Ashina as if the real child felt the vow awaken.

Gently taking his mangled, crimson-stained hands into her own, Willow lifted them until they were level with his shadowed gaze. “You broke your vow to me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I believed you when you said the beast would settle once I was back at your side for good. But the blood says otherwise. I suppose my presence isn't enough to drown out whatever agony you're feeding.” Roman shook his head, a desperate sound caught in his throat as he reached for her, but she recoiled, putting distance between them.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.