The Vow We Keep Novels & Stories

"The Vale family's invitation—do you want to join the feast?" Damien frowned, clearly finding it troublesome. He had already made his biggest concession today. Seeing his expression, Serena chuckled. "It's okay. If you're busy, I can decline the invitation." "No worries, I said if we're going to act, we should see it through to the end," Damien replied with a calm expression.

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.

Now that her child is gone, you will pay the price! "You want a voice? Try again in your next life!" He picked up a bowl of medicine and grabbed my throat, forcing it toward my mouth. I clenched my teeth shut and struggled. He forced my jaw open. The medicine was about to pour in. I had no strength left to resist. If I drank it… I would truly become mute this time. Forever. Connor… how could you be this cruel?

He trembled as he slowly rose. "Very well," he whispered, his voice barely audible, like a sigh. The Silvermoon and Blackrock packs had gathered within the temple. I stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess, voice echoing across the sacred hall. "On this holy night of the Blood Moon, I have three announcements for the packs. First, Damian, I, Eva Lopez, deliver your judgment." A hush fell over the temple. Damian's eyes were vacant, his body drained of all life. I studied his hollow face and uttered deliberately, "For the sake of power, you betrayed the Blood Moon vow. You forcibly broke your mate bond with Chloe, provoked a war, and shed the blood of your people.

Marco stepped in, steam curling around him like some kind of dramatic entrance effect. The buzzcut only made his already sharp face sharper. "I should be fasting today," he said, settling across from me in his all-white habit like some chill, holy hot priest. Then—he grabbed a slice of meat and popped it in his mouth. Broth clung to his lips. Distracting. Too distracting. "Thought you were fasting?" He licked the corner slow, deliberate. "Fridays are for fasting. But I'd break any rule for you."

The room was filled with joy, warmth, and a love that no betrayal, no chaos, no darkness could ever destroy. I looked at Tristan, our hands still intertwined, our hearts still beating in rhythm, and whispered, “Five years from then, I never imagined we’d be here. Safe. Happy. And finally free.” He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Free. And together. Always. That’s the vow we made. Trapped in our vows, remember?” I smiled, letting the word linger, tasting the history, the struggle, the victory behind it. “Trapped in our vows,” I repeated. “Forever.”

I made a vow. Vows are more that promises. They have greater potency that the words of mere promises. I vowed never to turn a human or to feed from a human the day I made that dreadful mistake. What mistake? I killed the man I loved. I fed from him and drained every pint of blood he had in him. So I made my vow. I, Kayla, will never feed. I'll die from thirst and hunger before I ever feed. And because I was turned to a vampire against my will, I will never turn a human to the monster I have now become.

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- I won’t break the bond. I already decided. That’s why I gathered the she-wolves-” Troy grimaced and pulled the obsidian out of my shirt. “A sacred circle?” he asked with his eyebrows raised. “What is the vow?” “That they won’t discuss anything we talked about today. It was Missus Lowry’s idea.” “The vow should have been that they wouldn’t let you break our bond,” he growled in sheer anger as if I had already done it. “I won’t. I already-” “I think you will.” I kicked my sneakers off and left the closet. “You are angry at me for something that hasn’t happened yet,” I said. “How is that fair?”

Just truth. I unfolded my own vows. The paper trembled in my hands, but my voice didn’t. “I used to believe love was a promise you kept through perfection.” “But now I know—it’s the vow you honor through truth.” “I vow to be honest. To be bold. To be soft, even when the world tries to harden me.” “I vow to keep growing with you. Not into someone smaller—but into someone fuller, deeper, braver.” “I vow to never forget that we were once broken. Because it makes the wholeness mean more.”