Vows Are Spoken To Be Broken Novels & Stories

"He is the key to everything, Ronan. The old ways are dying. The new ways are too chaotic. Without the bridge child to guide us, both worlds will fall to darkness." "That's not an answer." "It's the only answer I can give you." I stand up. "The oath is broken." "Oaths made in blood cannot be broken. You know this." "Watch me." I start to walk away, but her voice stops me. "If you break the oath, the consequences will fall on everyone you love. Your pack. Your mates. Your child." I turn back to her. "Is that a threat?" "It's a warning. The magic that bound your great-great-grandfather's oath is older than you can imagine. If you try to break it, that magic will demand payment."

“Catherine won’t find peace until she’s killed Zarek. It’s the one constant that’s driven her all these years. She took a vow. She’s sworn to do everything in her power to see it fulfilled. Nothing you say or do will stop that.” “She vowed herself?” “Yes.” The information changes everything I’d planned. Vowing yourself as an immortal or supernatural means you can’t turn away—even if you want to. It’s more than honor. A vow becomes a living thing, something that can never be denied. Some believe that by speaking the word, a spell is evoked—unbreakable until the promise is kept. Failing to keep it brings enormous suffering. “Why?” I ask, my voice low. “What could be so important that she’d sac

Once trust was broken, it was hard to rebuild. "I need to end this call now," she stated, her tone more composed but still assertive. "My attention is needed now. Will talk to you later. Take care." Andrew gulped with difficulty. "Okay." I understand. "Stay safe, my love." Without saying anything further, the call ended. Vivian put down her phone, taking a deep breath. Her wolf continued to roam beneath the surface, unfulfilled. However, one thing was clear-she would not permit herself to be humiliated. If they aimed to set her up, they would need to deal with the repercussions.

Ava asked softly. Jackson clicked his tongue. "Let's talk about that later, Ava. Right now, you'd better do what I want. Annul your marriage, and we'll register ours." He almost reached for Ava's hand, but she firmly brushed him away. There was hurt in Ava's eyes as she looked at Jackson. "I once said," Ava's voice trembled, "that marriage, to me, is a sacred and solemn promise. I only want to be married once in my life. To someone who loves me, respects me, and genuinely cares about me."

They kept their voices low enough to suggest courtesy without providing it. “They say he killed his own father at nineteen,” the first one said. “His father needed killing,” said the second. “What his wolf became after is the problem.” The third said nothing. She moved faster. Nyx had been hearing Caelan Voss’s name through the cellar’s inadequate ventilation for three days. She’d catalogued everything she managed to catch: he’d killed the escort of the last potential bride for looking at her too long. The council had given him one final chance to take a mate before they considered alternatives. Alternatives, in pack law, was a word that meant something specific and irreversible. Three women

Damian said immediately, his eyes lighting up with hope. “Promise me you will never treat me like I am less than you,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “Promise me you will never make me feel like I owe you anything, or that I am just a burden to carry. Promise me that you will always be honest with me, and if you ever decide you don’t want me around anymore… you will tell me straight to my face, not lie to me or cheat on me.” Damian smiled, a warm, genuine smile that reached his eyes and made my heart race faster. He lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to my knuckles, a gesture so respectful and sweet that it made my breath catch.

He froze because he understood what I meant by my request. "It is hard for me too, Willow. You are everything I wanted in my mate, but unfortunately, I am tied to someone else. I do not want to cheat on Aida; trust me, it is taking a lot of will and self-control not to," he confessed to me, and I nodded. "I wouldn't ask you to break your vows, alpha," I said, and he intertwined his fingers with mine. "I have broken my vows in my head already," he said, and I looked at him, stunned.

Taking a vow with somebody’s life on the line is a serious matter. It is not simply words. A vow is made using one’s own wolf, and if a life is placed on the line, that individual’s wolf is also involved. A vow that is untrue results in a terrible death for the individual whose life has been used. “You have a sister, don’t you?” I take a step forward. “You and Vivian referred to me as a promiscuous whore. And in a public setting, no less. Make a vow right now and prove to everyone, using her life, that I was the palace whore.”

The binding vow is like a special type of cursed vow that can be created by anyone who can manipulate magic and curses, and it cannot be broken by the most powerful beings. A binding vow can be made between oneself or with another person through a verbal agreement, and once it is made, it cannot be broken or altered. That’s why no one make it except in the dire situations, until unless it is the matter of life and death. A binding vow doesn’t require any specific incantation or a unique spell. As soon as both parties agreed on the details of the agreement, a binding vow is officially formed between them. Once a binding vow has been made, either with oneself or with others, it has to be respe

"Isolde, have I not always treated you well? Can't you do this one thing for me? For us? I swear, once I become Lord, I'll use my power to fully activate your family ring! Our child won't carry this stain forever." I shook my head and laughed, a bitter sound. If he truly loved me, how could he ask me to sacrifice my honor? It was true, Draven had broken up with Sabine when he discovered I was his blood-mate. But even after two years together, he still hadn't completed the final bonding ritual. I should have known. It was always Sabine he loved. Our argument drew the prying eyes of servants in the hallway. "I'll take you back to your room," Draven said, guiding me out by my shoulder.