Unbreakable Vow Novels & Stories

Carmen said quietly, his eyes still refusing to meet mine. Suddenly, Eliza's fear made perfect sense. An oath was a form of blood vow made between vampires, and while most vampires preferred to steer clear of it because of its severe repercussions, it had been a common practice in the house of assassins where vows of secrecy were paramount. That is, up until the King had outlawed it. Now, such vows that couldn't be broken even in the face of a monarch were considered crimes. It was a vow that could never be broken, a promise to be kept for one's entire immortal life. The consequence of breaking such a vow was a fate universally considered worse than death itself.

Indeed, it was only when people experienced betrayal themselves that they truly understood the pain. "Daphne, from now on, we are no longer friends. You are my enemy." Everyone else acted as spectators. No one stepped in to break up the argument. After all, they had just seen how harshly Yvonne had spoken about Yvette. Even though Yvette and Xavier were already married, Yvonne had claimed that being unloved made Yvette the third party. Her lack of moral standards had alienated everyone. Now that Yvonne had been betrayed, no one was willing to help her.

As we raised our glasses to toast to our success, I knew that our commitment to excellence would guide us through the uncertainties that lay ahead. And as the harvest moon cast its silver glow upon the vineyards, illuminating the path forward, I embraced the future with unwavering faith. The Zaveri wines, once embroiled in scandal, now stood as a beacon of hope and resilience—a tribute to the indomitable spirit of those who dared to defy the shadows and reclaim their destiny.

With a soft clink, two dull platinum wedding bands tumbled out. Inside the bands, our initials were still engraved. At that moment, every last bit of strength drained from my body. I lifted a hand to cover my eyes and sobbed. The fifteen-year-old Pierse had made his promise with a heart full of certainty. And the fifteen-year-old Eva was simply happy to believe that the two of them would grow old together. Back then, neither of us knew the truth. When the fifteen-year-old Pierse made that promise, those very words came back like a bullet—hitting the twenty-eight-year-old Pierse right between the eyes.

It’s automatic now, a survival trick long since learned to leave myself behind before anybody else can destroy what’s left. My body keeps moving but my mind pulls somewhere high and far away, floating uselessly near the ceiling while he talks at me with one hand still locked around my wrist. I can’t even understand his words anymore. The room is thick and muffled. I stare at the ugly floral bedspread while he laughs under his breath and tells me to relax. My mother used to say some men could smell weakness the same way wolves smell blood. Then she married one. Then she died. I stopped believing anybody was coming to save me after that.

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…

“Catherine won’t find peace until she’s killed Zarek. It’s the one constant that’s driven her all these years. She took a vow. She’s sworn to do everything in her power to see it fulfilled. Nothing you say or do will stop that.” “She vowed herself?” “Yes.” The information changes everything I’d planned. Vowing yourself as an immortal or supernatural means you can’t turn away—even if you want to. It’s more than honor. A vow becomes a living thing, something that can never be denied. Some believe that by speaking the word, a spell is evoked—unbreakable until the promise is kept. Failing to keep it brings enormous suffering. “Why?” I ask, my voice low. “What could be so important that she’d sac

“I understand.” A beat passed. Then he turned to face me fully, taking my hands in his. “Rosy, I meant what I said earlier. I want to marry you.” My breath hitched. “I want to introduce you to my mother. Not next year. Not someday. Soon. I don’t care what anyone says. You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like I wasn’t broken. That proved to me that I was not impotent like I wasn’t just chasing pleasure but actually seeing someone. Feeling something real.”

“You didn’t do this for me.” Rowan shook his head. “We did it with you.” Lucien’s voice was quiet, reverent. “And for what comes next.” Selene swallowed. “This feels like—” “A vow,” Rowan said. Lucien nodded. “An unbreakable one.” No rings. No ceremony. No witnesses. Just three people standing in a sanctuary that had nearly broken—and choosing not to let it. The enemy beyond the wards felt it. Selene knew it the way one knows when a storm changes direction.

Alaric spat. “Oh, so she matters,” the brother mused, his breath ghosting my cheek. “More than the empire? More than your inheritance? More than the vow you broke?” My pulse stuttered. “What vow?” I rasped. He leaned closer, so close his lips almost brushed my ear. “The vow that tied him to me. Blood vows don’t break, Saphira. They only punish.” Alaric cursed under his breath something harsh, ragged. He knew what the brother meant.