These Hollow Vows Series Order Novels & Stories

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

“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

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and pleading. "I promise, I’ll cut ties with Lilith and her family. From now on, I’ll only have eyes for you. We can start over—we can have a happy life together!" I scoffed, curling my lips into a sarcastic smile. I laughed at his naivety and foolishness. "Do you really think we can go back to what we were?" Behind me, I heard his anguished howl. It was the sound of the werewolf in him being consumed by pain, just like how he was.

“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.

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

“It was where Monroe began his first phase—before even the initial subjects. Before Project Genesis. He called it the Hollow. A proving ground.” “For what?” Elias asked. Null’s expression darkened. “Free will.” They reached a circular chamber. Screens along the walls buzzed to life, stuttering with corrupted video logs and static images. One screen stabilized. Monroe’s face appeared—young, confident, untouched by obsession. “This is Dr. Charles Monroe,” the recording began. “Archive date: Genesis Day minus thirty. If you’re seeing this, then the Hollow has been breached.” His tone was clinical, but his eyes—Damien noted—flickered with unease.

Their faces are lost to time, their voices cold enough to leech heat from the air. “You were called,” the central voice says — male, but threaded with something older than gender. “And you refused.” “I serve my own oath now,” I answer, my voice carrying without need to rise. “Not yours.” A murmur ripples through the veils, like wind rattling a thousand dead leaves. “She is Hollowflame,” one god hisses, the veil quivering as they lean forward. “You were sworn to contain her.” “I was sworn to protect the Hollowblood line,” I correct, each word sharp enough to cut. “And that is exactly what I will do.”

Morwen’s hands shook as she drew a new one in her own blood. Veyra chanted, voice trembling, offering her animus like a sacrifice. They placed fresh relics,black crystals, bone shards, and a lock of hair wrapped in silver thread into the center. They were trying to rebind the Hollow. To force it back under their control. I almost laughed. They didn’t understand. The Hollow wasn’t a tool. It was a consequence. And consequences don’t obey liars. I left them there, bleeding and begging in the dark, and returned to my dorm.

We want exactly the same thing and we are receiving the exact opposite of it. I see it then, in those few suspended seconds, the life that is coming. Empty vows in a room full of people who arranged them. Separate rooms. Her with no allies and no independence in a household that is not hers. Eventually children neither of us chose. The specific, flat, detailed shape of a future that is already decided. I am the one who breaks the stare. I drop my gaze to the stone beneath my feet and clench my jaw and say nothing, because there is nothing that would be useful to say.

But out here, on her porch, with the moonlight soft on her shoulders, Ava allowed herself to whisper the truth she had been holding close: “Maybe the fifth vow isn’t a curse. Maybe it’s a blessing I just hadn’t grown into yet.” And somewhere across state lines, Marcus du Prée whispered his own truth in the quiet of his study: “Maybe this time… I won’t run.”