The Unbreakable Vow Novels & Stories

“Catherine won’t find peace until she’s killed Zarek. It’s the one constant that’s driven her all these years. She took a vow. She’s sworn to do everything in her power to see it fulfilled. Nothing you say or do will stop that.” “She vowed herself?” “Yes.” The information changes everything I’d planned. Vowing yourself as an immortal or supernatural means you can’t turn away—even if you want to. It’s more than honor. A vow becomes a living thing, something that can never be denied. Some believe that by speaking the word, a spell is evoked—unbreakable until the promise is kept. Failing to keep it brings enormous suffering. “Why?” I ask, my voice low. “What could be so important that she’d sac

“Im going to give you a little introduction little dove and you know why? Because you are going to help me.” “Help you with wh..what?” Annas voice shook. “Help me bring back the bitch who broke my ribs with her fucking car!” He roared. His voice resounded over the phone loudly, i could tell how close he was to her now. “ hmmm ….umhmm….” Anna took in breaths, crawling or pushing her way away from him. She had stopped talking now, to conserve her leaking strength. “The boys will be back with the first aid soon enough. And ill buy you some time to be alive while you bring that bitch back to me.”

It was dark, but there was light peeping. “In the presence of God, I make this vow,” I uttered. Like the previous ones, I never saw this one. I married the only man that made my heart ache like this, the only man who can also make the pain disappear. And just like the fate of promises, sometimes they are meant to be broken. I watch the peaceful darkness being lit by the tiny lights of the city. Every grain of light coming from the towering structure seemed to be a memory that slowly peeked into my mind.

He was right. "And I'm guessing it can't be broken". Alex nodded. "The blood oath wine is scary and was made to bind people by the words they say. It's a pinky promise that can not be broken forever. Never". "Never?" Amelia's eyes still mirrored a bit of hope on that black ball as she raised them to match his. "Yes." She inhaled and exhaled again. "Unless… ." That ray of home came back to her eyes. Her face lit up with joy. Something to hang her worry on.

They simply stared. Williams was watching her like she might vanish if he blinked. In his mind, he was already making a vow: no matter how many walls she built, no matter how hard she tried to push him away again, he wasn’t going anywhere. He would stay. Uninvited. Shameless. Until she finally gave in and admitted she couldn’t live without him.

“I already am.” And just like that, amidst the shattered serenity and the raw vulnerability, I knew. Whatever storm was coming, whatever darkness lay ahead, we would face it together. Even if it ultimately destroyed us, we would face it hand in hand, our unconventional love a defiant flame against the encroaching night. The fragile peace had been shattered, but in its place, an unbreakable vow had been forged.

As soon as the cars entered the woods, the safety became unbreakable. My fingertips tapped against the armrest as I stared at the messages. The word "Vow"... I still had no idea why I had written it. I knew it was an unbreakable promise, one that had to be fulfilled at all costs. But... I did not know why my mind had chosen to deliver that word to her. Each word echoed in my heart with a loud thump. This reaction was unfamiliar. Why did a simple message from her leave me unsettled, as though I needed to keep her right in front of me forever, under my direct protection and command?

They kept their voices low enough to suggest courtesy without providing it. “They say he killed his own father at nineteen,” the first one said. “His father needed killing,” said the second. “What his wolf became after is the problem.” The third said nothing. She moved faster. Nyx had been hearing Caelan Voss’s name through the cellar’s inadequate ventilation for three days. She’d catalogued everything she managed to catch: he’d killed the escort of the last potential bride for looking at her too long. The council had given him one final chance to take a mate before they considered alternatives. Alternatives, in pack law, was a word that meant something specific and irreversible. Three women

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.

It was like it was painted on her body and the shoes, they were the fuck me type of heels making her legs look so fucking long and lean. She held a bouquet of white roses and walked to me. I stepped forward as soon as she was close enough and took her hands in mine and kissed the back of both of them and turned us to face the priest. "Tyson, said you guys wanted to keep it short and sweet, so I'm going to skip most of what I usually say and skip to your vows. Tyson would like you to go first?" I turned to face Tess, and she gave me the sweetest smile. "Tess, I vow to be your protector and provider, your safe space, Ti amo."