Shattered Vows Novels & Stories

The priestesses gathered around Olivia again, forming a perfect circle. Zara raised her hand. White fire spun between her fingertips. “To join forces with the Pact, you must take the Red Moon Vow.” Olivia nodded. “I’m ready.” “You are not,” Eun-Ji whispered. “No one is.” Zara continued. “The vow requires blood, breath, memory, and truth. If you break the vow, you die. If you fail the vow, you die. If the Widow takes you first…” Her eyes flicked to Ethan. “Then he dies.”

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.

Elara gasped as searing pain bit through skin and soul—but she did not pull away. She spoke through gritted teeth, voice rising to meet his: “And I, Elara of no crown and broken throne, bind myself to this vow. Let no deception pass between us, no truth go unspoken, no sacrifice unmatched. If he should fall for me, let me fall beside him. And if I am undone—let his memory live in mine.” The flames rose higher. Then vanished. Smoke curled around them. Their wounds sealed instantly, glowing with runes visible only in shadowlight.

His fists clenched, his veins bulging at the sight of burned skin. "How dare you touch my family? You're done!" he snarled. Vanessa collapsed, scrambling to Clarence. "She stabbed me first. Tell him." Clarence shook, his face ashen. His fear was laughable. The fire had burned away my love. Now, it was time to settle the score. I staggered to my feet, declaring, "Clarence, our engagement is over!" "I'm sorry, Kimberly," he stammered. "I failed to protect you. Give me one more chance."

Just like that. And in that moment, as I pressed my trembling hand against the locked door, I felt something inside me shatter. Not just love. Not just trust. But the last piece of the woman who once believed Ethan Smith was her forever.

The slap landed weakly, with almost no force. Yet, it seemed to deal Shane a crushing blow. His whole body went rigid. "Shane, do you even know what her filthy rumors have caused? Three newlywed couples have already demanded their money for the wedding back. One woman has undergone an abortion. Her husband is threatening suicide! And now you want me to go apologize—have you thought about what they'll do to me?" Shane closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

A promise of violence. "Say it again," he whispered in my ear. "Give me a reason." I should have stayed quiet. Should have been the obedient, broken thing he expected. Instead, I smiled. "Monster. Coward. Heartless bastard. Is that enough reason?" His grip tightened. Black spots danced across my vision. Somewhere far away, Lila was screaming, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. This was it, then. This was how I died. Strangled by the man I loved, in front of the sister who betrayed me.

"East side. Meeting some wolves who left Black Fang last week. They want in." The gold pulses and the signal that comes with it tastes different from the scouting-frequency – warmer, more structured, something that has a name now and is starting to take on weight. Iron Vow. The vow is chosen, the iron doesn't break, and the wolves who choose it are the ones who watched Knox set his cut on Viktor's bar, walk out, and decided that walking out was the most loyal thing they'd ever seen a man do. He kisses me. Brief, hard, his hand on the back of my neck in the grip that means I'll be back, and his body has never broken that promise.

I gritted out. She regarded me for a while, then shrugged. “Did you think it's that easy to destroy?” I lifted a brow. “What do you mean?” “I may agree to break it, but will it?” She read the confusion in my eyes and smirked. “I'm afraid that there's nothing we can do about it. The destruction of our vows is impossible. We did not just take an ordinary oath, dear. We took a dark oath, and it can't be broken. It's for eternity. Whether we both consent to it or not, there's no way out.”

My cloud was broken when a strong, smooth voice commanded, "Stop!" My eyes flit open and my heart stutters. My God, did I mess up? London stares at the both of us, an unreadable expression on his face. I messed up, didn't I? "What's the matter?" Jackie sasses, a brow raised in his direction. "I don't need to hear anymore," he replied with a shrug, "You both made the cut." "That means?" I ask unsurely, narrowing my eyes. It means you're both in," he answered with a small smile, "Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."