Unbreakable Vow Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Please, Master.” Adrian immediately stood up and entered the bathroom without saying much. The moment the door closed— the man roughly rubbed his face several times. His mind once again became filled with memories of that night. About the touches. About the woman’s body. About the pleasure that still remained far too vivid in his memory. “No…” Adrian’s voice sounded low amidst the warm steam of the bathroom. “I have to stay loyal to Charlie.” He had already made a promise. And Adrian always kept his promises.

It was dark, but there was light peeping. “In the presence of God, I make this vow,” I uttered. Like the previous ones, I never saw this one. I married the only man that made my heart ache like this, the only man who can also make the pain disappear. And just like the fate of promises, sometimes they are meant to be broken. I watch the peaceful darkness being lit by the tiny lights of the city. Every grain of light coming from the towering structure seemed to be a memory that slowly peeked into my mind.

“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.”

He tried to sound as gentle as possible. Her gaze darkened; she had figured that he would go back on his word. However, there was nothing she could do. This was his territory, and he was Xavier's best friend. Since she couldn't leave, she said nothing else and stopped insisting on leaving. Seeing that she was staying, Tristan grabbed another medication. Then, he packed it up before giving it to her. "After you go back, remember to apply it three times a day. Otherwise, there might be a permanent scar."

"Terrified of being that connected again. Terrified of feeling you. Being vulnerable like that. The first time you rejected me through the bond it nearly killed me. If you did it again—if something happened and you—" "I won't. I swear on everything I am. On my pack. On my life. On our love. I won't hurt you again. Won't reject you. Won't leave you. The bond will be permanent. Unbreakable. Forever. Until death. Beyond death maybe. That's what I'm offering. That's what I'm asking for. Will you accept?"

Ava asked softly. Jackson clicked his tongue. "Let's talk about that later, Ava. Right now, you'd better do what I want. Annul your marriage, and we'll register ours." He almost reached for Ava's hand, but she firmly brushed him away. There was hurt in Ava's eyes as she looked at Jackson. "I once said," Ava's voice trembled, "that marriage, to me, is a sacred and solemn promise. I only want to be married once in my life. To someone who loves me, respects me, and genuinely cares about me."

“Then we fight together. Until the end.” And he rose. Towering, broken, unyielding. His vow seared like fire in his chest. His beast snarled its defiance. His love tethered him to the fragile, burning now. It was no longer about crowns or curses. It was about the vow carved into eternity at the cost of his own heart. Some promises break your heart just by being kept.

One not only sworn by a ring, but the path that they had traveled together. Unbreakable.

If she didn’t slit her throat and wait for the ancient magic to claim her life, she would've burst into flames and turned to ashes. That’s what he found out in the Night Storm Pack when he was visiting and inquiring about the Unbreakable Oath. He saw it with his own eyes. An old Omega or young Slave just bursting into flames and turning to ashes suddenly as if it’s just normal for them there. The Unbreakable Oath. A vow that any werewolf, Alpha or Omega, wolfless or powerful, can conjure but with the expense of the life of the caster—and the life of the receiver hanging on a thread.

“And I will not watch you die in another man’s territory.” Bella’s knees weakened. She hated him for the way her body answered. For the way her wolf leaned into the claim. For the way a single touch made her feel— Alive. Marcus made one final attempt. “If she leaves—her bond to this land will sever. She could—” Dave silenced him with a stare colder than moonlight. “She will not break. My blood will carry her.” Lord Halden lifted a decree scroll—sealed with black wax bearing a sigil of claws intertwined with a crown.