The Unbreakable Vow Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was an armor, an invisible but unbreakable shield that not even Adam's icy cruelty could shatter. I looked at Kyla, my eyes meeting hers in a silent vow. The stakes were high, higher than they'd ever been. But if Adam was trying to break my spirit, he would find that some things, some people, are unbreakable. I would endure, survive, and fight until I was back in the arms of those who loved me. And in that unspoken promise, I found a flicker of warmth that no amount of cold could ever extinguish.

Unbreakable. Forever.

"You'll have to go through us first, Victor. We won't let you desecrate this sacred place." Victor's laugh reverberated off the chamber walls, filling the air with a chilling resonance. "You're outnumbered and outmatched, my dear guardians. Surrender now, and perhaps I'll be merciful." I glanced at Maya and Lila, determination burning bright in their eyes. We stood united against Victor and his relentless pursuit of power, our resolve unyielding against the tide of opposition. With a surge of adrenaline, I reached for the artifact closest to me, its energy pulsing beneath my fingertips. "We won't back down," I declared, my voice echoing with newfound strength. "Not now, not ever."

I can not be protected without it. He must have seen it on my face because then his concern first deepend, and then… his face became hard. His palm came to rest on my mating bond, and he said gently, “I give you a vow.” I remained quiet. Shivering. His mouth fell close to my ears as he whispered, “A life bound vow. No matter what happens in the future, I will protect you with my life, Misha. I swear to protect you with my life and stop any danger that would come your way. This vow shall not break until I die or if I break this promise, I shall die.”

She's given all she has to bringing them safely into the world. "Give me your vow" I remind her, ordering her to fulfill her promise before I surrender. "Unbreakable" she smiles, pulling a knife from her pants as she cuts her hand; "I Calipsi Sainti vow, that if Tristan Hayes surrenders himself and agrees to take no more action to prevent my spell, will ensure the safety of his mate and pups; as long as I live" her name instantly brings up vile in my throat.

Like a ball of flame, it raced through my body, threatening to turn both me and my unborn pup to ash. At that moment, I finally understood. Every vow had been a lie. My unborn pup and I had been nothing but a joke. I had been nothing but a mere tool. The last thread of light vanished, and darkness swallowed me whole. My consciousness began to blur. The red antidote—the only thing that could counter wolfsbane—was the final thread keeping me awake. Right then, cold and familiar footsteps echoed from the distance. I struggled to open my eyes, my vision blurry, only to make out two figures entwined together.

I had just broken my vow. *** (Don't forget to drop a comment/review. Don't be a ghost reader! 🧡)

“He ask⁠ed me to‍ rem‍ember something. In case anything e⁠ver happe‍ned to him.” “Remember what?”⁠ “He said, ‘Remember who I trust.’” Maria’s voic⁠e dropped lower, a‍s if the words shou‌ld‌n’t t‌ravel‌ far. “That was i⁠t. I ask‌ed‍ him what he⁠ meant, and he s⁠aid I’d know when it matter⁠ed.” Ivie didn’t speak fo⁠r a mom‍en‍t. She thought of the ledger, the torn scrap folded in her poc⁠ket, the single word⁠ in her father’s hand.

“I love you. You being here is the best part of my birthday. Hearing you say that you love me makes me the happiest person alive.” “Really?” I asked looking at him. “I talk with you most of the time and you can ask our friends if I even try to date anyone when you were gone. I have always been honest with you that I love you and I am just waiting for you to be ready.” “I am ready. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “I love you and you are all that I want.” THE END Vows are supposed to be kept for they aren’t merely words that we say but there are times when vows are broken. When vows are broken though it doesn’t mean that things are ending, it merely open new opportunities

With a soft clink, two dull platinum wedding bands tumbled out. Inside the bands, our initials were still engraved. At that moment, every last bit of strength drained from my body. I lifted a hand to cover my eyes and sobbed. The fifteen-year-old Pierse had made his promise with a heart full of certainty. And the fifteen-year-old Eva was simply happy to believe that the two of them would grow old together. Back then, neither of us knew the truth. When the fifteen-year-old Pierse made that promise, those very words came back like a bullet—hitting the twenty-eight-year-old Pierse right between the eyes.