Vow Of Silence Rules Novels & Stories

He already understood. But that undeniable justice was delayed by the thunderous growls rising from the hundreds of throats, the fury vibrating in the air. People slammed their fists to their chests, some shouting curses, others demanding justice in voices thick with rage. That energetic reaction rippled through the ground beneath my feet. The priest stepped forward, lifting his hand for silence. His black robe swayed as the noise died down slowly. “Respecting werewolves' traditions is a noble gesture, my lord.” He spoke on everyone’s behalf, his voice calm but heavy with authority.

he said looking straight into my eyes, I took in a deep breath, trying not to let his words get to me. “I want compliance.” He brushed his fingers against my jaw, down to my throat. “And when you fail, I punish you.” “Rule one, you do not cry over Diego.” My chest constricted, I gulped. “Rule two, you speak only when I permit you. Silence is safer for both of us.” He began to unbutton my shirt in a gentle way, dragging his fingers on my bra, tracing my nipples from the material. I gasped as he pulled a cup down and one of my breasts spilled out to his hungry eyes.

"You're serious." "Completely." "We'd need rules." "Obviously." He leaned forward, and suddenly the air between us felt charged. "Then let's write them down." *** Twenty minutes later, we had "The Contract": Duration: 30 days Safe word: Mercy Either party can stop at any time, no questions asked Complete honesty required Rule #1: Friendship comes first Rule #2: No catching feelings Rule #3: What happens during the arrangement stays private I stared at the second rule. "No catching feelings? Really?"

And I do not allow what is mine to be damaged. Rule #3: Honesty is required. Obedience is learned. You are not expected to obey me immediately. You are expected to be truthful. If you are afraid, you will say it. If you are angry, you will say it. If you feel unsafe, you will say it. Silence creates mistakes, and mistakes create consequences. Rule #4: You will not run. Not because I would enjoy stopping you, but because there are things beyond my territory that would not return you alive.

I held the door wider and let him in. We sat at the table with the finalist page glowing like a night‑light. He didn’t touch the screen. He didn’t reach for me. He kept his hands open, palms down, like a person learning how to ask. “Rules for us,” I said. “Or rules for the world.” “Both,” he said. “Start with you.” “Fine,” I said, and surprised us both by not needing to think. “Rule one: No weaponizing. Not the pregnancy. Not Noah. Not our proximity. If there’s a choice between winning a headline and keeping a person, we keep the person.”

Her loud voice said. They turned to her immediately. “Drop your phones and bags here, “She said pointing to a corner in the room and they obeyed. “Now you can take your seat, “She said and they all sat down with Kenny sitting beside Rachel. “My rules are very simple and you must obey them. Rule no 1:No talking No2:No laughing No 3:No sleeping No4:No standing. Stay on your seat till this is over. No5:No smiling

“ I need you to trust me, little one. This is important.” I hesitated, feeling uneasy about what might happen next. But with Merilla nudging me on and a hundred questions swirling in my mind, I nodded and let him blindfold me. The moment the cloth covered my eyes, my senses heightened. I could feel every breath I took, every slight shift in the air. My heart pounded in my chest as the room went silent. “ We’re going to prove if you’re really my mate,” Kaden said, his voice calm yet commanding. “ I need you to touch each man’s hand and see if you feel anything.”

But my soul did. Fuck this. “…in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” the moment the last words left my lips, I saw it. The tightening of his jaw. A small, restrained flinch—nothing the audience would catch. But I did. His silence was louder than applause. Damn it. Did he think he was the only one who hates this? Later, inside the suite reserved for newlyweds, luxury mocked everyone from every corner. The room smelled like roses and secrets. But… it wasn’t romantic.

It was a record of choices. “Power does not belong to those who take it,” the words shimmered. “It belongs to those who carry it gently, who understand that truth is not a weapon but a light. The Covenant of Silence was formed not to protect order, but to protect their own privilege. They bound themselves to old bargains, trading honesty for control, and for centuries they have hidden what would break their hold.”

I warned him, my fingers clenching into the fabric of his under-layer, "the Vancouver broadcast units will run the video as a permanent injury. You must maintain complete vocal silence." ​"I am not going to make a sound," Rhys promised. ​The silent, synchronized communication between us was absolute. We were no longer operating under the rules of a franchise, and we were no longer hiding behind the boundaries of a clinical contract. We were a single, unified entity, our physical and emotional survival completely bound together in the center of the hostile arena. ​I positioned my right hand flat on the elevated bone of his clavicle. I wrapped my left hand around his elbow, establishing the ne