The Vow Novels & Stories

We had three main vows, vow of life and death, vow of clarity and vow of loyalty. The vows were ment to strengthen the mating bond that was already strong as it was. the first one was the vow of life, that in this life nothing shall seperate them but death, and if you can guess, divorce to us was a rare phenomenon. The second of clarity, that the relation shall be as a clear lake nothing clouds it. The third was a vow of loyalty, that in this life time, the mate shall not be with any other partner but his mate till death set them a side.

They all stared back at me with different looks on their faces. Alannah leaned closer to Ternen. “Will the vow hurt?” I shook my head. “No, it’s just a vow to the goddess to keep whatever we say here secret, even under threat of command or death.” Alannah paled. I reached through the middle and held out my hand. “Don’t be scared. It doesn’t mean you will face death. It just means the goddess recognizes your sincerity for secrecy and she makes it so that we can keep our secrets.” I smiled back at her.

We both had come so far, and now we stood together, ready to begin the rest of our lives. The ceremony was a blur, the vows spoken from both our lips were meaningful, heartfelt. As the priest declared us husband and wife, I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Luca’s lips twitched upward too, just enough for me to see the happiness, the pride in his eyes. And when he kissed me, it was everything. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was the culmination of years of pain, struggle, and love. It was a promise, a vow to always stand by each other. To never give up. To fight for what we had.

"Swear that if you ever try to claim those shares, you forfeit everything." Penelope's eyes darted around the room, finding no allies. "I..." her voice cracked. "I swear." "Louder." "I swear that if I break my oath regarding Diana Knight's shares," Penelope's voice strengthened with desperate anger, "I forfeit everything. My name, my possessions, my home..." "And?" "And..." tears slipped down her cheeks. "And everyone who calls me family or friend." "Perfect." Ashlyn's smile was victorious. "Now seal it."

“I, Chandler Andrew Parker take you Millie Wilson as my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish you for the rest of my life, for better or for worse… till death do us part.” After Chandler placed the ring on her finger, it was her time to say her vow. “I, Millie Wilson take you Chandler Andrew Parker to be my husband…” She paused, swallowing hard and looking at Chandler. Her hand was trembling as she held the ring on the guy’s hand. “…and I will cherish you…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence anymore, when a loud bang echoed inside the church.

From the corner of my eyes, my father watched me nervously, his smile faltering at the fear of what I might be thinking. I never imagined faking an answer to a question like this. To spend a lifetime built on false vows and promises. This is not something I wanted for myself or my children. “I do,” The words tasted bitter as they rolled out of my tongue. Instinctively, I slipped the ring onto his finger without being prompted. The priest took another ring and handed it to the man. I gently removed my glove, revealing my sweaty tender fingers. I sucked in my breath as he reached for my hand, fighting the urge to pull back. After that ring slips in, I will be bound to this man.

Zara’s gaze flickered toward the crowd. Her mother. Eyes glassy. Emilia. Frozen still. Chantel and Kemi. Watching her with silent strength. And Regan… just beside her. She could feel the heat of him. The conflict in him. The uncertainty. The priest’s voice faded into the background. Do I really belong here? The moment drew nearer. The vows loomed like a wall she couldn’t climb over. The priest turned to Regan. “Do you, Regan Kareem, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…”

Slowly, she placed her hands in his, her fingers trembling once before going still. “Then by the moon’s decree, the vow is sealed. Two packs, one fate. May the moon bless your union and chain your destinies as one.” The moon elder proclaimed, then drew a silver blade across both their palms, a symbolic cut, and pressed them together. Their mingled blood dripped onto the stone, glowing faintly as the ancient runes awakened. Everyone clapped as the vow ended and they left the stand. The chatter and celebration continued afterward. Suddenly, the chatter changed into gasps, and everyone turned their heads toward the entrance.

She wants me gone. And yet… She showed up at the diner. She replied to my messages. She didn’t throw the book away. She’s fighting me, yes—but she’s still in the ring. And that’s all I need. --- I’m not a good man. I’m not pretending to be. But I know how to win. Not by force. Not this time. With Ava, it has to be different. Because if I break her trust, even once, I lose Leo forever. And if I lose Leo…

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 handfu