Shattered Vow Novels & Stories

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

She collapsed onto the bed, sobs wracking her body. Yesterday, her life had been fire and certainty. Dave’s arms. His possessive touch. His voice telling the world she was his. Now she was here—small, frightened, stripped of power. “What’s happening to me?” she whispered brokenly. A memory stirred. A woman bathed in moonlight. Silver eyes filled with sorrow and resolve. You will forget, the voice had said gently. But not forever. Bella clutched her chest as the pressure built again, her head pounding.

The woman I had loved for so many years had deceived me and given birth to another man's child, yet she kept demanding me not to overreact. "We're done. The wedding is off," I stated icily. With a loud crash, Rhiannon smashed the teacup in front of her. The shards flew up and cut my forehead. She screamed, "Why can't you try to understand me? I don't want to owe Lionel anything. He saved my life. I have to repay him somehow!" Blood trickled down my forehead. However, I didn't feel any pain from it. The unbearable ache in my heart was way more pronounced compared to my physical pain.

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

“You brought her.” Lyra stepped forward. “You know me?” The Warden lifted her head. Her eyes were blind, milky white—but they locked onto Lyra with frightening precision. “I know your blood. I tasted it once, long ago. When your mother bled into the soil to seal her vow.” Lyra’s breath caught. “What vow?” “To break the prophecy,” the Warden whispered. “But fate is not so easily undone.” She raised a hand. The vines wrapped around the scroll Kael carried, lifting it from his grip.

“I… can’t lose him.” The shard roared in triumph, the flames collapsing inward as though my words had been the key it waited for. Heat engulfed me, my vision searing white, and I felt the fire sink claws deeper into my soul. The battlefield faded at the edges, replaced by the suffocating certainty that the choice had already been sealed. And as Damian’s voice broke through, shouting my name, I knew with terror that the shard had taken my vow as its claim. Would saving Damian mean damning everyone else I loved?

I say, before rereading the prophecy. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night She will begin to heal He who is broken "Okay, that part makes sense. Although, similar to what GoldMoon told us, the word ‘broken’ isn’t exactly accurate. Dominic isn't broken, he was abused and scarred.” “It’s semantics, Princess, just like with the Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind, or as we now call it, The Gift of the Ceryneian Hind, Dominic is described as broken. Maybe the prophecy used that word because he can’t shift.”

“I love you. You being here is the best part of my birthday. Hearing you say that you love me makes me the happiest person alive.” “Really?” I asked looking at him. “I talk with you most of the time and you can ask our friends if I even try to date anyone when you were gone. I have always been honest with you that I love you and I am just waiting for you to be ready.” “I am ready. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “I love you and you are all that I want.” THE END Vows are supposed to be kept for they aren’t merely words that we say but there are times when vows are broken. When vows are broken though it doesn’t mean that things are ending, it merely open new opportunities