The Promise Trilogy Novels & Stories

“I want your promise though. If I find your mate, then you must swear an oath to me that you'll never hurt anyone I care about ever again. Do we have a deal?” Lizzie looks at me in the most skeptical way. I know she doesn't think that I can find her mate. Butif I can, it may be the only way that I can ever truly be free. So, if there's even a chance, I need to try. “We have a deal,” she says, shaking my hand. “If you can find me a mate that I love more than you, then I will give you an oath that I won't harm anyone you care about again.”

She was looking back at him with a shuttered gaze, concealing her true feelings. Kit lifted her drink and sipped it slowly before tilting her head to the side. "Do the investors expect it because you promised it to them?" Luca grunted in frustration and ran his hand through his hair with a dark chuckle. "I didn't have to promise them anything. Most people expect to have access to my family name and money when they have access to me." Kit watched him for a second before sighing heavily and walking around the island and back into the living room. Luca followed after her at a slower pace, his shoulders hunched defensively.

“About the poison inside those people, why did they plant poison inside them if they can just kill them by hiring people with the killing promise? What happened? Carson asked. “Killing promise is one of the forbidden promises. There were only a few of us who still live and we need to hide ourselves from the higher ups. “ sadness can be seen on his face. “But you’re the one who is stronger than them, why don’t you guys just kill their promise and help the people?” He asked. “It’s not as easy as you think. The ruler killed her wife and that news spread out to the whole city. People wanted them to be expelled as their ruler but they refused and threatened everyone who dared to fight against the

I couldn't see his expression since I was deep down into my memory lane to notice his tender gaze. "You know, we'd promised each other that we'd marry when we were old. It might sound silly for you but I'd actually held onto that promise for the most part of my life." I smiled ruefully, feeling that familiar ache burn in my chest that came everytime I thought of him. What I didn't tell Adrian was that some part of me was still holding onto that promise, and some part of me was still upset that I broke the other promise. That often left me confused because I liked Adrian kissing me. I scolded myself for thinking like a wanton woman and shook off my thoughts. For a moment, I wondered if he sti

No promise wrapped in spectacle. Just certainty.

“The rage and the mercy. You swore once that you would remember, when the moons bled again.” “I don’t understand.” She lifted a hand. The world tilted; images burst behind her Ares bound in chains of light, Clara standing in flame, the pack beneath a burning sky. My pulse matched the heartbeat of the land. “Three nights,” she whispered. “And then the trial will choose which promise you keep.” Her fingers brushed my forehead. A brand of heat spiraled down my wrist the same pattern of light I had glimpsed before and the temple shattered into a thousand shining shards.

“That’s what the Trial taught me.” She reached for his hand. “If this goes south—” “It won’t,” Rowan interrupted, his voice firm. She locked eyes with him. “If it does,” she said softly, “promise me something.” His jaw clenched. “Don’t.” “Promise,” she pressed. He let out a slow breath. “What?” “Don’t let my story be twisted into a reason for more bloodshed,” she said. “No martyrdom. No holy wars.” Rowan swallowed hard. “I promise,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."

The Foster Group's stock nosedived, plunging the century-old empire into its greatest crisis yet. Police scoured the city for Adrian, but he was nowhere to be found. Some whispered he had gone mad. Others claimed he was already dead. I tilted my head back toward the sky and whispered to my child, "You don’t have to be afraid anymore. Mommy has avenged you." However, as I was about to board my flight out of Westbridge, a hand clamped around my wrist. The touch was both familiar and foreign. Dread coiled in my stomach.

The voice surrounded her. “Do you see it now? Humanity’s chaos. Every lie, every betrayal. You want to save them … but they don’t want saving.” She clenched her fists. “They still deserve the chance to choose.” “Choice is the root of destruction.” “No,” she said, louder this time. “It’s what makes us human.” The shards trembled. For the first time, the voice faltered. “Humanity betrayed you, Alina. Even Nathan lied.” Images flickered — Nathan’s secret orders, his first meeting with the Board, the classified directive stamped Project Prometheus — Recover and Replace.