Unbreakable Vow Tattoo Novels & Stories

This isn’t their fight. I have done everything possible to make my body what I wanted it to be, to show my future forced mate he doesn't own me. My hair is currently dyed pink, my eyebrows, my nose and my labret are all pierced. I have many tattoos that cover my entire back, but I haven’t put any on my front yet. I didn’t really want the tattoo artist seeing my boobs or my belly. I sighed, pushing myself to run one more lap around the track. I just didn’t see a way out of the oath. The breaking of blood oath is something that is just not done, and it would be a reason for anyone to go to war. If I asked my pack to help me, Zachary would probably slaughter them.

The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination to take down those who had destroyed her life. … Alex stepped into the bar, his heart heavy with the weight of painful memories. Mother's Day was always a difficult time for him, reminding him of the abuse he suffered at the hands of his mother. His hands trembled as he recalled the incident that landed him in the hospital many years ago. He ordered a bottle of vodka, seeking peace in its numbing effects. As he entered the VIP section, he was surprised to find a woman already there, drinking heavily. His eyes widened as he realized it was Vanessa.

“Go on. What’s the vow?” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I had endured lift just a little more. “I vow to live fully, to love without hesitation, to forgive without reservation, and to never let the mistakes of the past dictate my future. I vow to embrace every moment, every joy, every challenge, every love that comes my way—and to do so with courage and honesty. I vow to build a life with you, grounded in respect, trust, and the understanding that we are stronger together than we could ever be apart.”

In a matter of seconds, they collapsed to the ground, lifeless. My heart raced as I knelt beside one of the witches, my eyes widening as I noticed a tattoo on her neck. It was a symbol I had never seen before. “What is this?” I asked, pointing to the mark. Seraphina’s expression darkened. “It’s a tattoo of vow. It means they swore not to reveal their plan, and if they did, they would die. That’s why they died when they started talking.” I stood up, a sense of dread settling over me. “So, they were willing to die to keep their secrets?”

"I promise to love you fiercely and completely. To stand by your side through every joy and every challenge. To be your safe harbor in any storm. To hold you when you're sad, to celebrate with you when you're happy, to grow with you as we build our life together." "I promise to be the father to our children, to give them the love, the stability, the support that every child deserves. And I promise that through it all, through everything life brings us, you will always come first. You and our family. That is my vow, my oath, my sacred promise to you."

Expensive cologne, smoke, leather. My heart starts slamming painfully against my ribs. "No," he says softly. "You didn’t." His gaze drops briefly to my mouth again, then lower, a full sweep across me and I feel it everywhere. Heat crawls beneath my skin. "But I helped you anyway." He reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. Instead of a weapon, he pulls out a black card, completely plain except for a silver moth embossed into the center, the same moth tattooed across his throat. He holds it out toward me.

It was like it was painted on her body and the shoes, they were the fuck me type of heels making her legs look so fucking long and lean. She held a bouquet of white roses and walked to me. I stepped forward as soon as she was close enough and took her hands in mine and kissed the back of both of them and turned us to face the priest. "Tyson, said you guys wanted to keep it short and sweet, so I'm going to skip most of what I usually say and skip to your vows. Tyson would like you to go first?" I turned to face Tess, and she gave me the sweetest smile. "Tess, I vow to be your protector and provider, your safe space, Ti amo."

"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

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?

My focus returned to the unconscious woman in my arms. I carefully wrapped my jacket around her and lifted her gently. She was trembling, even in her unconscious state, her fingers clutching the remains of her dress as if trying to shield herself. I pressed my lips against her forehead, whispering a vow only she could hear. “No one will ever touch you again. I’ll kill them all before they get the chance.” And I meant every word.