Virtuous Vows Book Novels & Stories

“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.

" I looked into his deep eyes and saw my reflection clearly within them. In this life, there was no betrayal, no despair. Only blooming flowers and a love that would never fade. "Joseph, I love you too."

However, he seemed different to me. I was going to be destroyed by this man. The person who wanted to shatter me was the one who ought to be close to me. I was aware of it. I could feel it in my bones. The priest spoke calmly and clearly as he began the vows, but I could hardly hear what he was saying. Everything seemed surreal to me. And then the words appeared. "Do you consider Kayla Adam to be your legally wedded wife, Dante Cruz?" the priest asked. At last, Dante turned to face me, "To love and cherish, from this day forward, till death do you part?" His hateful gaze met mine.

“You don’t come until I say. Understood?” “Understood,” I gasped, my fingers fisting the sheets. The praise in his voice made me clench around nothing. He didn’t rush. He licked me for long minutes, savoring every fold, every tremor. “That’s it, beautiful. So perfect. You taste like home now. Like something I could worship every single day.” His voice was rough with lust but threaded with something deeper care. “You’ve been starved for this. Starved for someone who sees how strong you are. You are so fucking strong, Ava.”

Then I place my hand on the sacred book as we take our vows. “I, Alpha Aleksis Benedikt Voyslav of Berserker and Blue Moon Packs, do solemnly swear to be faithful to my mate, Jasmine Rose DeWinter, to protect her, to guide her, and devote myself to her and to my packs and to uphold the laws and justice accordingly.”

I said, voice low enough to slip under her ribs, “your body has already chosen to live. Now we teach it how to live. It will require two things: a vow and a price.” “A vow,” she repeated, half-asleep. “Say: ‘I will not let my blood be used to make cages. I will be a blade that opens doors.’” She shivered, then spoke it, and the mirrors carried it away, and the room kept a copy. Vows spoken in a mirror-room pretend to leave you; in truth they wait for you in the long hallway of your next bad choice. “And the price?” she asked.

“I, Zacharias Stone, promise to devote my life to developing my love and compassion for you, our family, and all living things. I take you for the love you have in your heart. My primary concern is our connection since it gives me strength. I make a commitment to do everything in my power to further it by being trustworthy, loyal, and patient with one another. I commit to working hard every day to develop into a more authentic version of myself for the duration of the time we are together, and I will do all in my power to support you in doing the same. I will use the Ten Grave Precepts, the Three Boundless Precepts, the Threefold Refuge vows, as well as your advice and counsel, as my compass