Vow Of Deception Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“And by ‘faster,’ he means luckier. This is the kind of system where if you hold your breath wrong, it bites you.” Camilla’s fingers clenched. Her knuckles turned white. “Slow and careful. We do this right.” Time crawled. They worked through layers of deception embedded in the files—decoy intel, forged manifestos, even a video claiming to expose fabricated crimes committed by various families to sow discord. Voss had planned for everything. Every step into his empire was lined with landmines. Then, without warning, the suite lights flickered. Sera froze. “That’s not me.”

"What vow?" The messenger raised a finger to point at Dean, a trace of mockery in his tone. "That vow. The one where you swore that if there was ever a next time, you would rather be the one to suffer. You promised you'd never again let those around you pay with their blood and lives." Dean's pupils contracted slightly, his entire body freezing as if struck by the weight of those words. He lowered his head, his voice barely audible, "I remember. That was the vow I made in secret."

“I’m prepared to face the truth with you now, to share everything I’ve gathered. But I need you to understand that at the heart of this deception was a fierce desire to protect.” “What about loyalty?” I shot back. “You’ve ripped apart loyalty! Do you even realize what you’ve taken from me? From us?” The truth of the matter began to echo around us: loyalty spurred alliances beyond casual friendship; it solidified relationships that withstood outside threats. I had thought our bond was unbreakable, yet one act of deception had carved fissures too wide for mere words of apology to bridge.

My happiness was shattered. “It’s okay, Maria. Even if you are unable to say your vow, you will remain my queen,” he announced. “You will rule beside me as the queen. So, relax, Maria. I won’t fail you.” Liar. Everyone already knew that I wasn’t his real mate. They knew that I couldn’t say the vow because I wasn’t his mate. “How do you want to deceive everyone? Do you think they are fools?” I screamed. “They all know that I am not your true mate. I can’t take the vow, Alex. I’m useless.”

I roared, pointing him on the chest, my finger shaking in rage. “Vic—” He swallowed hard as he cut himself before he could even say my name. A flicker of something like pain cracked through his stoic facade but it was gone before I could analyze it and justify his betrayal again. “I never presented myself as your friend you assumed it yourself. And if you think that I betrayed you, that's on you. Yes, I have deceived you. I gain your trust in false pretenses. But I only did it to prove a point to Enrico. We are not anything, remember that.” What he said stung like a bad punch line on a comedy bar but to deceive me just to prove that he had me by the neck is another kind of pain.

The priestesses gathered around Olivia again, forming a perfect circle. Zara raised her hand. White fire spun between her fingertips. “To join forces with the Pact, you must take the Red Moon Vow.” Olivia nodded. “I’m ready.” “You are not,” Eun-Ji whispered. “No one is.” Zara continued. “The vow requires blood, breath, memory, and truth. If you break the vow, you die. If you fail the vow, you die. If the Widow takes you first…” Her eyes flicked to Ethan. “Then he dies.”

“Let me make it right this time, I swear I’ll never see Sylvia again. I’ll cut all ties with her. I’ll take care of you. I’ll repay everything I owe you.” Another vow. I thought back to all his vows these three years — “I’ll spend more time with you.” “I won’t neglect you for Sylvia again.” “I’ll cherish our pup.” Every oath, shattered by his own hands. “Chisel,” I said, bitter laughter in my voice, “you’ve sworn so many promises I’ve lost count. Do you really think I still believe you?” “This time I mean it! Leah, believe me!” He was sobbing now, raw with regret.

He whispered to himself, “No more mistakes. No more betrayals.” As the shadows lengthened, one thing was clear — the fight had only just begun.