Novel & Cerita Shattered Vows Shain Rose

’ I say to myself and will myself and my crazy mind to focus on the event at hand rather than the unsettling thoughts. Unknown POV The pastor has done all that needs to be done and it is left with only the vows and then, the couple would be bound together for life, joined as a husband and a wife. As required, Randel is the first to say the vow. ’Do you, Randel Perkins take Jessa Smith to be your wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do you apart?’ The pastor recites and at the end, ask Randel the last question whose answer will forever bind us.

“Maybe we bind it to something else. Someone else. All of us.” The chamber trembled. Silver veins crawled higher on the walls. The Keeper’s voice sharpened. “You would shatter the oath. You would scatter it.” “I would share it,” Ava said. She reached out her free hand. “With anyone willing.” Silas stared at her for a heartbeat, then slowly took her hand. Caleb did the same. One by one the others stepped forward, even the wolves pressing their heads against her knees. The shard glowed brighter, its warmth spilling up her arm like sunlight.

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.

Six months later, Lillian and Alonzo held a grand wedding in Arathum. The venue was adorned with fresh flowers flown in overnight, with flower girls scattering petals like rain. Lillian, in a white gown, walked through the floral sea toward Alonzo as music played. They stood together, looking like a perfect pair from a classic painting. Under the officiant's guidance and guests' cheers, they exchanged vows and sealed their promise with a tight embrace. No one noticed a man in a mask, his burn scars hidden, standing in the corner. He blended into the crowd, but his eyes never left Lillian.

“You must be joking. I should marry a man I've never met in my life?” “I'm Stephen Johnson”, he said. “Owner of Beacon oil. I'm a politician and –---” “I don't care who you are,” She retorted. “You think telling me how rich you are will fix this?” He hesitated. “I'm not trying to fix it with money”.Rosy stared at him for a long time, her heart beating faster than she could manage. Then she stood and walked towards the edge of the bed, picked up her bag and just as she was about to leave, the world titled.Her knees buckled, and she collapsed on the floor. Stephen rushed forward, catching her just before she hit the ground.

"By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed, For love is weakness, and weakness, death. As my father vowed, so I vow…” A slash across my palm. Blood dripped onto the altar. Then fire erupted from the cracks in the ground, and the robes began to burn. The torches screamed. The altar bled. I woke up choking, my chest soaked in sweat, my breath ragged. The room was spinning. The sheets of the bed where I laid were tangled, soaked. My skin felt like it was crawling. Like the v

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.

He had come too late. Rosemary struck her chest with her fist, shaking. “I can’t even step outside without feeling ashamed! People look at me like I’m garbage! All my projects, all my contracts — gone! They say I’m a disgrace! And all of this… all of it happened because of you and your twisted world that never stops controlling my life!” Adrian took a slow step forward. “Rose, I swear I’ll fix this.” She stepped back, her fury undimmed. “You can’t fix something that’s already broken, Adrian. I don’t need promises. I need justice… and peace — something you can’t give me.”

Shane tries to hit her, but it is after trying to moving his hand does he realize that it is broken. "You bitch!" Shane roars, letting out a swarm of bugs out of his mouth. Riviera frowns, "vile." She sends fire out of her hands to burn them all. "Really, if you and your brother want to rule this world, you both have to come with something better than that." She then hits the air, sending a wave that knocks Shane off his feet. He struggles to get back up, "you haven't seen anything yet." "I have seen it all. I am the bridge between life and death. And I know that this is your end."

His voice was deep, his eyes never leaving mine as he said, “Rosa, I vow to stand by you, to protect you, to honor you, not because of duty, not because of expectation, but because you are my choice. Every damn day, you are my choice. I vow to be the man you deserve, the one who fights for you, bleeds for you, and, if necessary, burns the world down for you. With this ring, I give you everything I am. My strength, my loyalty, my name. I am yours, Rosa. Always.” The air in my lungs felt too tight, and I realized with something dangerously close to panic that I was going to cry. I, Rosa Smith, who had spent years perfecting the art of being untouchable, was on the verge of crumbling in front o