The Vow Novels & Stories

"I vow to be peaceful when I enter the Sprite lands. I promise that no Sprite will die by my hands. I swear that when I remove the woman, Anya, from the custody of her princes, it'll only be temporary; when she reaches the age of eighteen, I'll let the Sprite Princes come to my kingdom and take back what was destined for them. I make this blood vow, knowing that if I break it, my blood will spill for eternity, leaving me to be the husk of who I once was." As soon as I recite the final word to the vow, our wound starts to heal, and my oath forever binds me. Kade's vow is simpler than mine, and I notice when Delphine only cuts into Kade's palm, not spilling any

Chase leaned back, creating a small distance between them. He closed his eyes as he said without looking at her, "This KING is promised to you that I, CHASE DANIEL MILLER, could never lay a finger on you without your consent. This is my Vow and I'm certain that you know two scary vows are for us, for The Millers. The rulers of VitraVand Kingdom. That's why we rarely make vows because we don't break vows. We can't break vows and now, You can't break our engagement" His last words sounded very threatening to her as Nishma was speechless and it was true that she saw his other demonic side for the first time in her 19 years of life.

I demand hardening my eyes on hers. "No!" she sighs and pushes her hand into mine. Her small hand glides in mine and I watch her scowl at me. "Let's get this done with," she says. Using the pen knife, I cut into her thumb, Summer whimpers, as the blood trickles, I hurriedly make a small cut on my thumb. "Repeat after me: WITH MY BLOOD, I VOW TO SPEND THE NEXT NINETY DAYS WITH SINCLAIR DECLAN SORVINO," I lead the vow.

Then he dropped to one knee before her. “I swear my loyalty to you,” he vowed softly. “In this life and beyond it. Wherever you go, I will follow. Whatever happens, I will stand beside you forever and for all time.” Ivanna’s heart swelled painfully with love. “I swear the same,” she whispered back. "Forever and for all time." And suddenly I understood. The vow. It was an eternal vow. It was Something ancient and terrifying that pulsed through my chest even now. Then Kael—wearing Thorin’s face—leaned down to kiss her.

“2. I promise to be there for you in sickness, health, good times or bad.” “3. The third vow is for prosperity.” “4. I pledge to take care of our children and educate them. I will remain loyal to you for the rest of my life.” I could feel my heart thumping against my chest with each word I spoke, and I also knew what my words did to him. His hands tightened imperceptibly around my waist with each vow I recited. I didn’t know what made it real, his feverish look of desire or my heated desire to make him mine.

"What vow?" The messenger raised a finger to point at Dean, a trace of mockery in his tone. "That vow. The one where you swore that if there was ever a next time, you would rather be the one to suffer. You promised you'd never again let those around you pay with their blood and lives." Dean's pupils contracted slightly, his entire body freezing as if struck by the weight of those words. He lowered his head, his voice barely audible, "I remember. That was the vow I made in secret."

There was no turning back. “I, Damon Westwood before the elders and members make this vow in spirit and soul" he began. I repeated after him and then he began to recite the vows. “Before the eternal stars and the silent moon,I kneel in shadow and light alike.I vow to bind my breath to the living, my blade to the forgotten,my soul to the endless hunt.” He started. I repeated after him and he continued. Our voices were the only thing we could hear. “By ash and by fire, by blood and by dust,I renounce slumber while the fanged still walk.Let no glamour cloud my sight, let no darkness sway my spirit” he said and I repeated again.

“Ah, Dante. Always so quick to fight. But what if I told you… this isn’t your war anymore?” He lifted a detonator. And pressed the trigger. The chapel ceiling split with a deafening crack. Flames licked the edge of the altar. The escape tunnel collapsed. The only exit sealed. And the First War of Blood and Vows had officially begun.

Ronan felt it retreat, coiling back into whatever dark seam it had crawled through. A last whisper brushed the edge of his mind—cold, patient. You’ll get tired again. And then you’ll break yourselves for me. Ronan didn’t chase it. He looked at Selene and Mirra instead, and his voice came out quiet and final. “Let it wait. We’re not done.” Selene nodded, swallowing hard. “We start the vow tonight.” Mirra’s grip on Selene’s hand tightened, grounded and sure. “And we don’t do it alone.”

His thumb traces circles on the back of my hand. I want to make a vow. Not a legal contract. Not something a lawyer writes. Not something Harold Finch can file away in a drawer. Something from me. To you. To Eleanor. Something real. Something that cannot be broken. Something that will outlast me. What kind of vow?