Shattered Vows Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don’t worry. I got rid of Tiara, too, and cut off all her finances… She became someone else’s mistress, got beaten by the wife, and ended up in the hospital. She still hasn’t woken up…” “I’ve paid my price, too. Can’t we start over?” I looked down at the hand gripping my arm, then lifted my eyes to meet his. He looked nothing like the confident man he once was. Now he was just a hollow, defeated shell. “Do you really think you deserve me?” His grip loosened. “I know I don’t. But can’t you forgive me just this once?” “No.” I looked at him calmly. “My mother entrusted me to you on her deathbed. And what did you do to me?

It was like it was painted on her body and the shoes, they were the fuck me type of heels making her legs look so fucking long and lean. She held a bouquet of white roses and walked to me. I stepped forward as soon as she was close enough and took her hands in mine and kissed the back of both of them and turned us to face the priest. "Tyson, said you guys wanted to keep it short and sweet, so I'm going to skip most of what I usually say and skip to your vows. Tyson would like you to go first?" I turned to face Tess, and she gave me the sweetest smile. "Tess, I vow to be your protector and provider, your safe space, Ti amo."

“Sophia is right. They will come for you. Loving me is a breach of every law—family, society, blood. But contracts are not meant to be easy. They are meant to be tested.” He took her hand, pressing his lips to her knuckles with reverence. “Do you understand, Kira? This vow may demand fire. It may demand blood. But if you stay… you will never face it alone. Not for a single breath.” Tears burned her eyes, but she nodded, her whisper steady. “Then let the fire come. We’ll sign it with our scars.” And when he kissed her, sealing the vow, it was no longer just love. It was a contract written in blood and fire—eternal, unbreakable, dangerous.

I look down at my hands. “Two cries. That was the deal. One when I found out. One when it was over.” I lift my head again. “But then the third time was after the reception, when the dress was gone and I stood in front of that same mirror. Same bathroom. Same woman staring back. Just me. I cried that night because it was real. The vows had shattered before they were ever spoken. The betrayal was already written into the day. I cried when I allowed myself to feel it, because I was done pretending.

Alaric spat. “Oh, so she matters,” the brother mused, his breath ghosting my cheek. “More than the empire? More than your inheritance? More than the vow you broke?” My pulse stuttered. “What vow?” I rasped. He leaned closer, so close his lips almost brushed my ear. “The vow that tied him to me. Blood vows don’t break, Saphira. They only punish.” Alaric cursed under his breath something harsh, ragged. He knew what the brother meant.

The void began to collapse inward, pulled toward the radiant center where they stood. But just as she thought they might hold it, a final surge struck outward. The last remnant of the vow’s will — wild, desperate, unwilling to die. It slammed into them, tearing their hands apart. “Kaelen!” “Serenya!” The force flung them in opposite directions, their light scattering through the storm. She reached out, screaming his name as the world shattered around her — the vow folding inward, breaking apart, consuming itself in brilliance. Her fingers brushed air.

He trembled as he slowly rose. "Very well," he whispered, his voice barely audible, like a sigh. The Silvermoon and Blackrock packs had gathered within the temple. I stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess, voice echoing across the sacred hall. "On this holy night of the Blood Moon, I have three announcements for the packs. First, Damian, I, Eva Lopez, deliver your judgment." A hush fell over the temple. Damian's eyes were vacant, his body drained of all life. I studied his hollow face and uttered deliberately, "For the sake of power, you betrayed the Blood Moon vow. You forcibly broke your mate bond with Chloe, provoked a war, and shed the blood of your people.

Instead, he said quietly, “That man today he wasn’t Vesper muscle. He was a messenger.” “For who?” “For the ones who don’t miss,” Dante replied. “And they don’t warn unless they want something.” Isabelle wrapped her arms around herself, cold settling deep in her bones. “What do they want from me?” Dante stepped closer. “Control,” he said. “If they break you, they break me.” “And if they kill me?” His expression flickered something dark and dangerous slipping through. “Then I burn the world down.” The honesty of it terrified her.

Ava smiled. "You won't." Ethan stared at her. "What does that mean?" Ava looked down. The symbol on her palm had disappeared. Instead, a tiny golden light remained. She whispered: "I finally remember everything." Ethan's eyes widened. Ava smiled. "And I remember that love was never supposed to keep us together." The Genesis Core shattered. A deafening explosion swallowed the room. Ethan screamed her name. "Ava!" Everything went white. Then, silence. When Ethan opened his eyes, he was lying on cold concrete.

This was all so absurd. “Is that it?” I asked. “Yup,” she said with a shrug. “That’s it. Once the vow is placed, your loyalty is locked in place.” I nodded in consideration. “What was that bit about severance?” “It means that only death, abdication, or exile can break the vow,” she replied seriously. It sounded so intense, but she didn’t seem fazed. Must have been a wolf thing. But I didn’t care about any of that. I only cared about whether I could make Killian trust me or not.