Vows And Other Promises Dramione Novels & Stories

Damon stood in the center of the snow-covered landscape, watching as Dean, dressed in his black suit, walked toward him step by step, like the only home he would ever need in this life. The priest's voice echoed across the silent mountainside. "Damon Greyson, do you vow to always stand by Dean Harrison, to love him, cherish him, and protect him, no matter what the future holds?" Damon’s gaze was unwavering, his voice clear and certain. "I do." The priest then turned to Dean with a warm smile. "Dean Harrison, do you vow to trust Damon Greyson, to accept him, and to offer him the same love and companionship, regardless of what the future may bring?"

I said, looking at the two of them dancing and showing off. “Yeah. Maybe. Hey. Look at me. I promised you I wouldn’t talk or even look at that guy. It will be hard since mom said he and dad are going into business together, but I swear Chris, I’m yours.” Ivyrose kissed me just as the music hit the chorus. “Cause it’s witchcraft…wicked witchcraft…” I closed my eyes and sighed in relief. She remembered her promise and she was mine.

"Graham's three tables back. He hasn't looked away from us since we walked in." I didn't turn. I'd trained myself out of turning toward danger a long time ago. "Let him look." "That's the idea." The announcement came an hour in, delivered by a master of ceremonies with the particular oily warmth reserved for news that would sell a great many society-column inches by morning. Torin Blackwood, and his fiancée, Elena Marsh. Applause moved through the room in the calculated ripple of people who understood status before they understood affection, and somewhere in that ripple I finally let myself look for Graham.

Shravan whispered, leaning forward, making Drishti grin through her tears. "And I promise to get on your nerves for the rest of our lives," Drishti vowed, making everyone laugh. "Okay! Jokes apart. You, Drishti, are the strength I didn't know I needed and the joy that I didn't know I lacked. Today, I choose to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to be by your side in happiness and in sadness. Today, I promise to be yours for eternity," Shravan vowed. "And I promise to be yours, heart, body, and soul," Drishti vowed.

"I, Damien Norman, bind my wolf spirit to Seraphina Grant's for all eternity." The vow still echoed in her ears, but everything else had changed. Seraphina turned her head and saw Damien supporting Layla by the bridge. Layla spoke in the Primal Tongue. "Damien, I wanna wish to be with you forever." Damien only froze for a moment before smiling gently at her. "Sure. Then I'll wish that you'll recover and never suffer from illness again." After that, the two of them carved their new vows into the Promise Stone together.

He said deeply and promised each and every word which scared Nandini but in a positive way. "You..you love blood a..and getting peace …h..how could you?" he felt a sharp pain in his heart looking at her vulnerable state. “Promise me! Falcone promise me D’Alberto! You overcome your addiction to blood.” she did what her mind allowed to say. “Am already …..because My addiction is YOU….My Dini!” he looked into her honey brown orbs "One more thing! Husband and wife seal the promise like this!"he pulled her more and locked the promise with a kiss.

She was tense and stammering but she was glad, she wasn't muted because of fear and she wasn't trembling before him as she had thought she would be. Romeo leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. "The Werewolves promised that no one, I, your husband, included, could lay a finger on you without your consent. Your father and those human emperors made us take that vow. I'm certain you know that vows are sacred to us. We rarely make vows because we don't break vows. We can't," he said suddenly without looking at her. His eyes remained closed. "That should be enough to ease your fears."

he asked. “Yes,” I said firmly. “Alright. I’m going to make a small cut on your palm,” he explained. “I’ll do the same to mine, and then we’ll combine our blood in the potion. After that, we’ll recite the vow.” “What vow?” “It’s an ancient Draconian vow. It binds our souls for all eternity.” I nodded, my heart pounding. “Okay.”

The Vow Lying naked in the center of the spiral, wrapped completely around one another, Serena spoke the words that sealed their hearts: “Tomorrow, when the ritual begins… I give myself to both of you completely. Body. Blood. Soul. No barriers. No hesitation.” Kael’s voice was thick with emotion. “I give you everything I am. My strength. My heart. My future.” Damien’s crimson eyes shone with rare vulnerability. “I give you my eternity. All of it.” The three of them sealed the vow with slow, lingering kisses — a promise of what was coming. Outside the chamber, the blood moon continued to rise.

Davina’s voice trembled, yet carried strength: “Dami… I never thought we’d stand here. You broke me once, but you healed me a thousand times over. You gave me strength when I had none, love when I doubted it, and a family that became my world. I vow to never let fear steal our joy again. I vow to love you, even when life tests us, even when the world doubts us. You are my home.” Damon’s voice was deep, steady, yet thick with emotion: “Lii… I swore I’d win you back, even if it took years. And here we are after five, then 12 years. I vow to protect you, to cherish you, to never let you feel alone again. I vow to be the father our children deserve, the man you deserve, and the partner who will