Vow Of Deception Novels & Stories

“I drove all night, risked my life, and lied to him for days to surprise him with his dream car—the G-Wagon—the one you guys helped me move. And when I got to the apartment—.” I started crying again. Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?” “He was in bed,” I confirmed, swallowing hard. “With Lisa.” The words were out. Thomas stared at me for a beat, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, then to pure, visceral rage. "No," he growled, shaking his head. "No way. Charles wouldn't..." But the conviction in my eyes, the tears streaming down my face, and the undeniable truth of the situation shattered his denial. He let out a primal yell, a sound ripped straight from the de

From the center of the broken crystal, a thin red light appeared. Not silver. Not gold. Red. Aeliana stepped backward. “The Blood Vow.” Damien raised his weapon. “What is that?” Father Benedict, who had remained silent until then, answered in a trembling voice. “The first promise made by those who wanted to control the Memory.” Victor looked at him. “You knew about this?” “I knew the vow existed. I never knew it had survived.” Zevarion’s gaze hardened. “What does it do?” Father Benedict looked at Elyra.

However, I was still unprepared for what came next. For the first time, Dante's fingers touched my cheek as he carefully raised my veil. He moved near my ear after leaning in and kissing me coldly and meaninglessly. His murmur was poisonous. He declared, "I will break you. Forget those vows I made. I'll bring you misery. And every day of your life, I'll make sure you regret what you did.” My heart fell. I became his bride in an instant.

“Do you, Dante Romano, take Caterina Caruso to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Dante said without missing a beat. I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body.

I held his hand and gently squeezed it, like a caress of someone offering themselves. “Why would I even do anything else,” I said calmly, barely holding back my smile, “if from this day on I am yours and you are mine? Would I still want anything else?” Wade loosened his grip on my neck, and I felt the shift in the air between us. I quickly seized the opportunity and brought his hand to my lips, kissing it softly and tenderly—an offering, a small gesture filled with deception. “I wouldn’t risk my life…” I met his gaze, “…and my chance of becoming your woman, Wade,” I whispered, almost inaudibly, faking sincerity in my eyes.

The vows were no longer spoken out of obligation or strategy. This time, everything was real. And so their story did not end in deception, but in truth, forgiveness, and love that finally found its voice. The End

The parchment is pale ivory in hue, with faint silver veins that shine only under the divine truth or mortal lie. The boundaries are inscribed in the script of runic oldspeech, a message interpretable by great scribes and scourgeborn enforcers only. The message itself is penned in the ink of blood taken from signers' bodies, and from a pen that is forged of the wing feather of a deposed god.Once signed, the agreement cannot be broken by magic, mortal agency, or divine intervention. Only death—inescapable and true—will render the agreement null.Some claim there is a "False Vowshroud", a duplicate that not only binds your life—it binds your bloodline, cursing descendants to the agreement.

"We can switch the herbs, mess with the oils or something....I dunno. We just can't sit here and do nothing." I knew that. I knew that it was a dumb idea for us to wait for our incoming destruction, but I had no idea how to solve this problem. The Moon Vow was one of the most powerful, dangerous vows known to wolves. And it was for a reason. "You do know that we can't risk lying to the moon goddess, right?" Olivia said, her voice slightly trembling as her eyes darted between us. "We will be damned for all eternity if we dare utter a word of falsehood in that vow—"

Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtain forbidden knowledge. The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I cannot walk away from the scene. I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding . This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.

Elara gasped as searing pain bit through skin and soul—but she did not pull away. She spoke through gritted teeth, voice rising to meet his: “And I, Elara of no crown and broken throne, bind myself to this vow. Let no deception pass between us, no truth go unspoken, no sacrifice unmatched. If he should fall for me, let me fall beside him. And if I am undone—let his memory live in mine.” The flames rose higher. Then vanished. Smoke curled around them. Their wounds sealed instantly, glowing with runes visible only in shadowlight.