Shattered Vows Novel Harper And Ethan Novels & Stories

They stood, straightening their clothes as if this was nothing but a game to them. Ethan tilted his head at her, voice low and smug. “Did you think you were the hunter, Sera?” His smirk widened. “No, darling. You were always the prey.” They laughed. They walked away. Leaving me shattered, broken—but not defeated. As they disappeared through the door, my breathing steadied. My shaking stilled. My eyes, once filled with grief, now burned with something else. Hatred. Revenge. A promise. Ethan and Raven had won today. But this wasn’t over. Not even close.

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.

"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.

pulled Ethan back to safety. "Be careful!" Harper exclaimed as he dragged Ethan to the side of the road. Startled, Ethan began to breathe rapidly. Harper inquired, "What is troubling you so deeply that you would risk your life? Are you aware that you nearly got hit by a car?" Ethan lost his composure and collapsed into tears, akin to a child, seated on the ground. In his distress, he recounted to Harper how he had been framed and subsequently dismissed from his job.

“I love you, Ethan. But love isn’t enough if we’re not honest with each other.” Ethan finally looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and determination. “You’re right,” he admitted, his voice rough. “We’ve been hiding from the truth for too long. But I’m not ready to give up. Not on us. Not yet.” Just as Sophia was about to respond, the temperature in the room plummeted, and the candles flickered violently. The low, whispering voice returned, echoing around them, “Promises made… promises broken… only one will leave.”

she whispered. Ethan shook his head. “No.” “Ethan…” “I'm not leaving you.” “You have to.” “No.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Please.” “I've lost you once.” He stepped closer. “I won't lose you again.” Ava's hand trembled. For a moment, Ethan saw the woman he loved. Then Veronica whispered through her. “Then die with her.” Ava's hand shot forward. A sharp pulse of energy struck Ethan in the chest. He was thrown across the room.

"You hate me that much? In our last life, we were married. And now, even getting near you scares you?" He gave a bitter smile and smashed the vial on the floor. "Don't worry. I've done enough wrong. I won't hurt you again. I just came to see you and talk to you." Lillian lowered the speaker, but her voice remained cold. "There's nothing to say." Elton opened his mouth, but a voice crackled through the studio's speakers. Tanya yelled, "Useless! I knew you'd fail. Fine! If you don't hurt her, you can both die!"

Inside, the deep violet liquid swirled, infused with a single drop of Ethan’s blood which I had saved within the hidden clasp of my wedding band. I drank. From that moment, he could no longer sense me. Even as a daywalker, the brew burn seared through my veins, but this pain was the price. The only way to sever the bond without him ever knowing. For silence. For freedom. New York Ethan’s last hope shattered. He had to believe she was gone. He remembered the banquet, her quiet question: “What if you cheat?” His careless laugh: “Punish me—make me never find you.” Now he understood. She had meant every word.

Ethan made me feel alive, not just surviving. Then my phone buzzed in the cupholder. Once. Twice. Insistent. I glanced at the screen. Alex: Trouble at the docks. Petrov’s men stirring shit. Need you now. Fuck. Reality crashed back in. “Everything okay?” Ethan asked, noticing my grip tighten on the wheel. “Fine,” I snapped, sharper than I meant. The flirtation evaporated, replaced by that cold edge I hated but couldn’t shake. He flinched, confusion flickering across his face. “Did I say something wrong?”

He turned her toward the center of the altar. There was something on the floor. Ethan. He lay on his back, his chest ripped open. Silver blood—the blood of a Wolf King—pumped sluggishly from the wound, feeding the red stain on Emily’s dress. His eyes were open, fixed on her. They were filled with such profound, shattering betrayal that Emily felt her soul crack. "Ethan!" she screamed, trying to pull her hand away from the Groom. "Ethan, get up!" Ethan’s lips moved. No sound came out, but she read the word.