Vow Of The Indomitable Novels & Stories

Because for Livia— every word sounded like a lie forced into becoming the truth. And at that moment— without realizing it— her tears fell. One drop. Then another. She did not wipe them away. Did not try to hide them. Because she knew— there was nothing left to save. Livia opened her mouth. But her voice was barely audible. Broken. Fragile. As if every word that came out was a betrayal of herself. “I… y-yes…” her voice nearly disappeared, “I do.” Silence. For a moment. Yet it felt so long.

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

We made our excuses and left, Dec driving us to his favorite bar in Brooklyn, the one where nobody knew who we were and nobody cared. Once we had our drinks, Dec turned to me with that serious expression he gets when he's about to say something I won't like. "Talk," he said. "She proposed marriage." Dec choked on his whiskey. "She what?" "She wants a contract marriage. A one year, business arrangement." "And you said?" "I said I would consider it." "You said you'd consider it," Dec repeated slowly. "To marrying a Vance, your family's sworn enemy. The granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather."

Convinced her figure was superior to mine, she moved closer with a seductive smile, her gaze brimming with allure. In her mind, all men could be won over with enough charm and attention. This was how she had lured Henry away in our past lives, flaunting herself shamelessly under my nose. Surely this dull professor would be no different. However, she underestimated Quinn's pride and sense of morality as a man. His face darkened, and he bolted out of the room without another word. He raced down the stairs, and ran straight into the street. There, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Whose old sow got loose and ended up in my house? Come and claim her now!"

As I walk in I make a resolve to myself. Whatever game Adrian is playing I won’t let him win I won’t let anyone take away what I have built And if he thinks a single proposal will break me Then he doesn’t know me at all.

Now that her child is gone, you will pay the price! "You want a voice? Try again in your next life!" He picked up a bowl of medicine and grabbed my throat, forcing it toward my mouth. I clenched my teeth shut and struggled. He forced my jaw open. The medicine was about to pour in. I had no strength left to resist. If I drank it… I would truly become mute this time. Forever. Connor… how could you be this cruel?

"Looks like my new wife has quite a colorful romantic history." The assistant hesitated on the other end. "Mr. Damien, do you still want to marry Miss Vale?" Damien squinted, holding the phone, his gaze turning thoughtful. "A little vixen is only wild because she hasn't met her match. Once she does, she'll settle down." "......" His thumb brushed against the kiss mark on his neck, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. Amidst the gazes of the crowd, the groom, standing tall, lifted the bride's veil. Their eyes met.

Just truth. I unfolded my own vows. The paper trembled in my hands, but my voice didn’t. “I used to believe love was a promise you kept through perfection.” “But now I know—it’s the vow you honor through truth.” “I vow to be honest. To be bold. To be soft, even when the world tries to harden me.” “I vow to keep growing with you. Not into someone smaller—but into someone fuller, deeper, braver.” “I vow to never forget that we were once broken. Because it makes the wholeness mean more.”

"I just want our child to grow up in a world where love triumphs over hatred, Adrian. Is that too much to ask?" Adrian smiled, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "No, it's not. And we'll fight for that world, for our child's future. No matter what challenges come our way, we'll face them together." As they held each other in the moonlit sanctuary, a silent vow passed between them—a commitment to confront the war with courage, to shield their child from harm, and to emerge victorious, not just for themselves but for the promise of a better world that their family embodied. The invincible threads, tested by fear, now hummed with a resilient melody, echoing the enduring strength of love that would

His voice carried like thunder softened by reverence. “Today, we bind not just two souls, but two families. What is spoken here will echo for generations. As our Viking ancestors believed, love is a shield and a sword — it protects, and it endures. May the gods witness this union, and may your bond be stronger than steel, fiercer than fire, and eternal as the sea.” Wolf’s vows came first, his voice trembling but never faltering. “Kat, you are my fire, my strength, my home. You are my Phoenix — rising from every trial, burning brighter than the world ever expected. I vow to protect you, to honor you, and to love you until my last breath.”