Virtuous Vows Book Novels & Stories

I can feel my legs becoming weak—just from his little gaze. He chuckles a bit as he look down at my hand. Everyone is focusing on us and I can sense myself burning up. It feels like someone just throw me into the flames or something. He looks up once more, ''I see these vows not as promises but as privileges; I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you.'' Oh wow where did he get that vow? I roll my eyes mentally at my sarcasm.

She whispers before raising the dagger and stabbing deeply into our joined hands, stabbing a hole directly through the center; as our blood combines, she starts reciting the vow in the lost language. "Voveo pacificum esse cum Spritum intravero terras. Promitto quod nullus Spiritus moriturus per manus meas. Iuro quod, cum auferam mulierem Anyam de custodia principum suorum, sit tempus tantum, quando ad octodecim annos pervenerit, ego Spritus Principes ad regnum meum veniant, et quod illis destinatum sit recipiam, hoc votum facio, sciens quod, si fregerit, sanguis meus in aeternum effundetur, me relinquens. est gluma quem quondam fui. " I repeat the vow in English, wincing once more as our pow

He felt stronger, more confident, and more determined than ever before. Luna Harriet reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "The next step of the Alpha Vow is to make a vow of connection to the natural world," she said. "Will you vow to respect the ways of the forest, to live in harmony with nature, and to honor the spirits of the land?"

“2. I promise to be there for you in sickness, health, good times or bad.” “3. The third vow is for prosperity.” “4. I pledge to take care of our children and educate them. I will remain loyal to you for the rest of my life.” I could feel my heart thumping against my chest with each word I spoke, and I also knew what my words did to him. His hands tightened imperceptibly around my waist with each vow I recited. I didn’t know what made it real, his feverish look of desire or my heated desire to make him mine.

Julia blinked, her gaze swiftly averting from Jared's posterior as she coughed twice to regain her composure. Excuse me? Julia''s laughter rumbled in response, her amusement evident. "I promise you, there will be no domestic violence here. I'm a believer in civilized conduct. Domestic violence is an utter disgrace, and it's not something I'd ever engage in," she declared with conviction. Jared's brows arched with a touch of delight, a glimmer of satisfaction sparkling in his eyes. Her usage of the term "domestic violence" indicated a significant step – an acknowledgment of their close bond.

dear lady, I, as Vishnu form, cover this third step with you to thus prosper in our wealth. Bride's vow: Yes, I join you in managing our income and expenses. I promise to seek your consent, as I manage our wealth, fairly earned, so it grows and sustains our family. Step 4 Groom's vow: Oh!, dear lady, I promise to trust your decisions about the household and your choices; I promise to dedicate myself to help our community prosper, the matters outside the house. This shall bring us respect. Oh! my lady, I, as Vishnu, take this fourth step with you to participate in our world.

Victor circled her slowly, his boots silent on the floor. “Do you know how to kneel?” She shook her head, her eyes locked on his chest. He stopped directly in front of her. “Knees apart. Back straight. Hands on your thighs. Palms down.” She obeyed him. The mat was cool against her skin as her knees adjusted and her thighs parted. She placed her hands exactly where he had told her to and tried to ignore the way her body trembled from more than just the chill in the air. “Look straight ahead. Not at the floor and not at me. You are not prey, Ivy.”

And for the girl who had once believed she could be more than a weapon. ~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — UNMARKED ENTRY “There was a time before the crown. Before the war. Before the vows. There was only a girl. A wound. A boy with balm. And the belief that kindness could be sharper than any sword.” —Unrecorded Chapter, Aria Valente

Taking a vow with somebody’s life on the line is a serious matter. It is not simply words. A vow is made using one’s own wolf, and if a life is placed on the line, that individual’s wolf is also involved. A vow that is untrue results in a terrible death for the individual whose life has been used. “You have a sister, don’t you?” I take a step forward. “You and Vivian referred to me as a promiscuous whore. And in a public setting, no less. Make a vow right now and prove to everyone, using her life, that I was the palace whore.”

“We need to stop them. Now.” John nodded, heart pounding. “But first, we must understand everything in this book.” As they pored over the ancient text, the chanting grew closer, reverberating through the stone walls like a drumbeat of doom. With time running out and the Hollow stirring, John and Sarah must decode the vow’s origin before the ritual reaches its devastating climax. John’s fingers trembled as he flipped through the brittle pages, each word heavy with meaning, each passage darker than the last. The blood vow wasn’t just a curse it was a binding promise made in desperation, sealing away a power so destructive that entire kingdoms fell beneath its shadow.