Shattered Vows Novels & Stories

Not kind. “If you give your heart to him,” she said, “you will not survive.” Seraphine’s breath hitched. “But the vow—” “The vow does not love you. It does not care for your soul, your dreams, or the shape of your body in the night. It was made in desperation and greed. It was sealed with blood and desire. You are merely the end of its chain.” The lilies trembled around them, bowing as if in mourning. “Break it,” Seraphine said.

“Let me make it right this time, I swear I’ll never see Sylvia again. I’ll cut all ties with her. I’ll take care of you. I’ll repay everything I owe you.” Another vow. I thought back to all his vows these three years — “I’ll spend more time with you.” “I won’t neglect you for Sylvia again.” “I’ll cherish our pup.” Every oath, shattered by his own hands. “Chisel,” I said, bitter laughter in my voice, “you’ve sworn so many promises I’ve lost count. Do you really think I still believe you?” “This time I mean it! Leah, believe me!” He was sobbing now, raw with regret.

I had created with a secret royal art when Damian and I were mated. On the surface, it looked like a simple set of mating vows. But it had hidden clauses, complex rules for betrayal. If Damian broke his vows—if he cheated, if he defiled our bond—he would lose all the power he’d gained from me. And I could reclaim everything I had ever given him. I bit my finger, letting a single drop of blood fall onto the scroll. "By my royal blood, I declare the Loyalty Pact broken," I intoned. "As of this moment, all boons are forfeit."

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…

It would never be me. My heart didn't ache. It shattered, a silent, screaming fracture that ripped me in two. Nausea churned, hot and acidic, in my gut. Every whispered confession, every stolen glance, every secret touch replayed in my mind—not as cherished memories, but as a dizzying, venomous lie. I had drunk it down with a fool’s thirst. I wrapped my arms around my torso, a desperate, futile attempt to hold myself together. An oath to his dying mother... I could never ask him to break such a vow. I could never compete with a ghost.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

He screamed as the Heart rejected him. “You cannot destroy the vow!” Elyra looked directly at him. “We are not destroying it.” Zevarion’s eyes burned with silver light. “We are changing it.” The final chain shattered. The Heart released a blinding wave of light. Malrec was thrown backward into the abyss. But before he disappeared, he smiled. “You may have broken my vow,” he called. The darkness swallowed him. “But you have not broken the one beneath it.” The abyss closed. The chamber stopped shaking.

He whispered into my hair, hips slamming into me, almost fucking my cunt. "I know." I groaned, almost sobbing when his fat crown almost popped into me. He slid his hands into the shirt, cupping my breast, thumb circling my stiff nipple. Lucas was my best friend, this could ruin our friendship but I was too far gone. "Promise me." I grunted, my slick soaking his heavy cock. He was so rough, hands gentle on my hips, but his shaft was spreading me roughly, scraping my snatch raw. "Promise me, you won't talk to Anika again."

He was staking a claim. "And you need to understand something right now, Clara," he said, his voice dropping into a register so dark, so absolute, it vibrated straight through my bones, echoing in the deepest chambers of my heart. I stared up into his pitch-black eyes. I was completely mesmerized. Entirely captured. The chains of my old life were dissolving in the water around me. "What?" "You are never going back to that house," he promised. It wasn't a suggestion. It wasn't a comforting piece of advice from a concerned friend. It was a terrifying, absolute, blood-oath vow. The sheer conviction in his tone made my blood run completely cold with a dizzying mixture of sheer terror and wild, f

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."