Novel & Cerita These Hollow Vows Series Order

Dark circles shadowed my eyes, and my lips looked colorless, almost blue. This was it. This was how I would save the man I have now come to love. With trembling fingers, I unscrewed the cap of the bottle. The liquid inside was clear, almost like water. According to the label, it would be quick. It's just going to be a few minutes of pain, and then nothing. No more fear, no more impossible choices, no more being the weapon used against the people I cared about. I could hear cars pulling up outside, people coming back from the funeral. Mikhail's voice drifted up from the courtyard, strong and commanding as he thanked people for coming, as he played the part of the grieving but controlled famil

Inside were flowers and a ring. "Be my girlfriend," he said. "If you don’t want to marry me, that's fine. We’ll just stay in love forever." The screen erupted in hearts and gifts. "Shipper fans are losing it! I knew they were real!" "Even if it’s scripted, I’ll take it!" I blinked, confused. Scripted? Then, I touched the ring. It was soft and tasted sweet. It was cake. When I ate it along with the flowers, viewership skyrocketed again.

she whispered. “What?” Her eyes stayed fixed on Dominic below us. “The Hollow recognizes him.” Cold crawled slowly through my chest. “What does that even mean?” She looked genuinely unsettled now and somehow that scared me more than everything else in this mountain combined. “The Hollow only answers blood contracts,” she said quietly. “Original bloodlines. Bound monarchs. Chosen anchors.” Her voice lowered slightly. “Not modern Alphas.” Another corpse hit the ground beneath Dominic’s hands and dissolved into black smoke entirely this time.

A man wearing dark ceremonial armor marked with the same corrupted symbol carved beside the dead warrior earlier. His eyes glowed silver. But unlike the convergence there was no emotion in them. Nothing human. The vision shattered violently. I gasped sharply. Kael caught my arm before I lost balance. “What did you see?” I struggled to steady my breathing. “The Hollow Order wasn’t trying to destroy the convergence.” Confusion crossed his face. “That’s not what Serena said.” “She was wrong.” Or at least She didn’t know the full truth. The memory still burned behind my eyes. “They weren’t hunters.”

he suggested. “Why? They are right where everyone can see them. And we aren’t alone in watching.” I gestured to the cafe where many watched the soap opera taking place. Who can blame them? All three of the Frost brothers are basically the princes of Ravenwood. Every girl wants to fuck them, the guys that swing that way do too, and every guy wants to be like them.

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

My pulse thundered, too fast, too loud. "Sara?" Mrs. Evans' voice wavered in panic. My vision blurred. The walls tilted. The world spun. "Evans! Get the doctor!" she cried. "Sara! Sara!" A sharp ringing filled my ears, drowning out the voices. The last thing I heard before the darkness swallowed me whole was my name—one I wasn't even sure belonged to me. Voila! What do you think the bracelet means? Also, just a little reminder—this humble writer has a fragile heart, so please be kind with your comments!

insistent? I took a slow sip of my whiskey, the burn soothing the tension gnawing at my gut. Every interaction with her felt like a delicate balance between pushing her away and pulling her closer. The frustration was almost unbearable. I had her, but she wasn’t mine—not in the way I needed her to be. Yet, I could feel it—the way she was slowly unraveling. The walls she built so fiercely around herself were beginning to show cracks. I could see it in her eyes every time she looked at me. She hated me, but the heat between us, the undeniable pull that bound us together, was growing stronger with every passing day.

"That's your problem, not mine. Lionel tried to kill me. He committed assault with intent to harm, and I won't accept any mediation. Save your breath." Rhiannon cried, "Why must you do this? Are you trying to ruin him completely just because we're close?" I didn't say anything and walked away, not wanting to waste any more energy arguing with her. People didn't turn bad overnight, and hearts didn't drift all at once. "It's snowing, Boss," Jane said, handing me an umbrella. I declined it and kept walking. It was the first snowfall of the year. I couldn't help but think back to when I confessed to Rhiannon. It had snowed heavily that day, too. When she nodded, it felt like the whole world lit

"By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed, For love is weakness, and weakness, death. As my father vowed, so I vow…” A slash across my palm. Blood dripped onto the altar. Then fire erupted from the cracks in the ground, and the robes began to burn. The torches screamed. The altar bled. I woke up choking, my chest soaked in sweat, my breath ragged. The room was spinning. The sheets of the bed where I laid were tangled, soaked. My skin felt like it was crawling. Like the v