Shattered Vows Novels & Stories

And beyond him, scattered across impossible distances, she felt other shards calling out in a network of connection that spanned realms and realities. Visions cascaded through her mind faster than she could process. She saw the Oath being sworn, witnessed by moons that had names she could not pronounce but somehow understood. She saw the breaking, the moment when betrayal shattered trust and sent fragments of divine promise cascading across existence like shrapnel from an explosion. She saw Lunas and Alphas throughout history claiming shards and wielding their power, some with wisdom and restraint, others with hunger that consumed them from within.

He had written, "Sera, you are my entire world. Thanks to you, my world is filled with light again. I will love you and protect you forever. I believe we will grow old together. We'll love each other for the rest of our lives." Seraphina read each line slowly. The piece of paper held 19-year-old Caelum's deep, youthful devotion. When she reached the end, she smiled in silence as moisture pooled in the corners of her eyes. She placed the vow back beside the bloodstone and carried both, along with the pieces of tapestry she had cut, into the garden. There, she lit them all on fire. Wordlessly, she watched as the tapestries and the bloodstone turned into a handful of ash.

Mr Richard stuttered out, moving closer to her. Amelia threw him a nasty glare, before turning towards me and my sister. She marched towards Gia, dragging her arm roughly. “Tell them, tell everyone the truth, you stole my jewelry and when I caught you, you attacked me. Tell them the truth, you sick disgusting imbecile.” “I didn’t steal it, you gave it to me.” Gia cried out. “Stop lying.” Amelia screamed out, shaking Gia roughly. “You stole it, I caught you.”

He regarded her in the manner he often did when she spoke of her visions—half protective, half apprehensive of what they might disclose. “Describe to me precisely what you saw,” he urged. She faltered. The truth felt too piercing, as if it might tear open the night if she voiced it. But she inhaled deeply, summoned her courage, and whispered: “I witnessed a vow being shattered. And blood saturating the ground.” Kade tensed. “Whose blood?” “I… I could not discern.” Her voice quivered despite her attempts to steady it. “But the vow—it felt ancient. Something that was never intended to be broken.”

She send people to drug him just to marry into his family Looking at the words written on the papers one by one, she felt like her world which was already cracked were collapsing at her speed she could not catch up no matter how much she ran

“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.

The world outside the police station felt muted, like someone had lowered the volume on reality. Anna walked blindly, her steps unsure, her body heavy with everything that had happened. But nothing hurt as much as betrayal. Not just by Rochester, but by the system that should have protected her. She kept walking. She didn't remember passing the market. She didn't notice the shouting of traders,the sharp aroma of roasted maize and Engine fumes. Everything around her blurred into background noise -white, endless and spinning. Her mind kept replaying it: Rochester’s voice, confident and cruel. The threat by him. “Use what you have to get what you want”. And then his eyes-shameles

Two armored guards emerged dragging a shackled prisoner. Gasps spread through the gathering. The captive barely looked alive. His once-elegant robes were stained with dried blood. Silver restraints had burned deep grooves into his wrists. His breathing was ragged. His eyes hollow. Bella instinctively stepped backward. "What happened to him?" Lord Shevek didn't answer immediately. Instead, he addressed the crowd. "This vampire abandoned his oath." Silence. "He traded our secrets to hunters." More silence. "He betrayed every family gathered here tonight."

The road blurred, flashing past as my insides churned, battered and ready to spill out. A scream ripped from my throat as agony ripped through me, stabbing deep, relentless. The car dragged me for hundreds of feet before my shredded coat gave way. I collapsed into the muck, my vision filled with the sight of my own leg. My flesh was ripped open, blood mixing with stormwater. My body finally gave out. Face-down in the mud and paralyzed with pain, all illusions I’d clung to about Michael shattered. A Good Samaritan eventually stopped and took me home.

She wants me gone. And yet… She showed up at the diner. She replied to my messages. She didn’t throw the book away. She’s fighting me, yes—but she’s still in the ring. And that’s all I need. --- I’m not a good man. I’m not pretending to be. But I know how to win. Not by force. Not this time. With Ava, it has to be different. Because if I break her trust, even once, I lose Leo forever. And if I lose Leo…