The Unbreakable Vow Novels & Stories

Perhaps it was out of desperation that he wanted to hear other options than the one he was about to do. “Instead of using the drug,” Bernard continued, looking at Enzo as he spoke. “We make him give us the vow of loyalty and truth.” The council was silent but Ophelia heard their minds loud and clear. She was thinking the same thing they did, would Enzo agree to this? The vow of loyalty is the same one Bernard gave to Ophelia six years ago. He always went by it, if he wanted to or not. The difference between the drug and the vow is that the drug lasts for only a few hours. The vow lasts for eternity. Some old Glaham tales say the vow even follows you in your death. It is the most hallowed and

I sensed Victor come up behind me and wrap his hands around my waist. “Beta Victor..” Ryder and Jeremy bowed in greeting and Victor nodded. “Ryder, it’s good to see you up and about. I hear you’re almost back to where you were before….” Victor trailed as Ryder smiled and nodded. “Yes, sir! Almost as good as new! Thank you, Tori.” He looked at me again and I could hear the sincerity in his voice. Victor smiled at me. “A warrior’s vow is for life, Tori. Unbreakable. A broken vow means death for the warrior. Not to be taken lightly.” I smiled through the tears.

My vow hung in the air, heavy, unbreakable. This wasn’t defeat. This was the beginning of her end.

"We vow to stand by each other, no matter what obstacles we may face, and to never let anything come between us." Their hands glowed with a soft, white light as they spoke, the unbreakable vow taking hold. Isabella could feel the magic coursing through her, binding her to Luca in a way that surpassed all other bonds. She knew that they were now truly unbreakable, their love and their purpose intertwined.

He bellowed, "How could you do this to Riri? You've got some woman on the side and abandoned her!" Lionel pressed the jagged edge of the broken beer bottle against my neck.

As the chamber filled with the murmurs of a kingdom awaiting fate, the last vow hung in the air—an unbreakable bond forged not only by duty but by the fierce, unyielding power of love. The chamber was heavy with silence, thick like the air before a storm. Elara’s heart thundered in her chest as she watched Kael, his eyes still locked on hers, burning with a fierce intensity that both comforted and terrified her. The vow they had just exchanged wasn’t merely words—it was a binding thread that tied their fates together, a promise steeped in power, danger, and a love that dared to defy the darkness creeping around them. Kael’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “This vow… it changes everything. T

he said, looking up from his paperwork at the table. "Why do you have such intense rogue protocol?" "That's a simple answer. My Grandfather was greedy and heartless. He wanted territory and no one to try and take it. The rogue protocol ensures no one crosses pack borders without prior notifications. His mate was killed by Rogues before he turned so evil. I think that broke him. The oracle who was around when he was a young Alpha told me he used to be different. Even after he marked and mated my grandmother, he never was the same. She said the death of his first mate broke him. Turn his soul black. When my grandmother killed herself, he didn't even morn her. He just continued with his evil ru

asked Anna. "Fine I heard you guys last night and I know I am a thread" she said. "No you are not " said everyone together. "I Promise we will find a way to break this curse". Said Anna. "You will our sister no mater what we will never let you be on dark sight". Said Mariana. "Always remember there is nothing stronger than family and a witch's sister's bond" Said Lilliana. The whole club was full of crowd. Ariana was drinking Mojito, while Jenifer was thinking something with dangerous expression over her face.

Daniel had thrown his last stone. And it had shattered nothing but his own reflection. That night, I wrote a letter. Not to Daniel. Not to the courts. Not even to Lucas. I wrote it to myself. To the woman I used to be. To the girl who once believed love could save everything. I burned it after. But I remember every word. You are not broken. You are awakened. You are not bitter. You are wiser. You are not unloved. You are free. And from now on, the only vow you keep… is the one you make to yourself.

But I cling to the one thing I have left. Not pride. Not strength. Not wolf. Her. Her name. Her fire. Her crown. When she calls—whether with blade, with flame, or only with my name—I will crawl if I have to. Broken. Useless. Empty. It won’t matter. I failed her once. Never again. The whisper shakes, but it stands. My vow, scratched into stone. My promise, carved into ruin. “Never again.”