Vows Of Deception Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lives would hang in the balance, sacrifices would be made, and the truth would be laid bare. As the night closed in around us, our determination burned brighter than ever. We would expose the shadows of deception, unmask the puppeteers, and fight for a future where werewolves could live in peace. Little did we know that within our own pack, a traitor lurked in the shadows, their allegiance hidden behind a carefully crafted facade. Their every move was calculated, their loyalty a mere illusion. Unbeknownst to us, they had been feeding information to our enemies, sabotaging our efforts from within. Their deception ran deep, intertwined with the very fabric of our existence.

Just fate. And the vows? I won’t wait for the priest to speak. I won’t let her lie through a smile as she promises herself to someone else. My vows will be whispered into her mouth as she gasps. As she shakes. As her hands claw at my back and her lips part with breathless devotion. I will vow to take her again and again. To keep her. To ruin her. I will speak them into her until she’s sobbing and clinging to me, lost and remade.

“Alpha Kade, you may present your case.” Kade stepped forward. He looked tired, older than his years, carrying the weight of everything he’d done. “Honored Elders, members of this council—I come before you today to confess a deception that has undermined this pack’s integrity for months.” His voice was steady. “The mating bond between myself and Aria Wynter Thornveil, sealed during our wedding ceremony, was fraudulent. I used a prosthetic fang to simulate the marking. There has never been a true mate bond between us.”

Eirwen felt a chill crawl up her spine when Vow placed the book beside it and slowly opened to a page near the center. In delicate handwriting—gold ink, smudged with ash—it read: “Lie to the Crown. Lose the tongue.” Eirwen didn’t laugh. But she did smile. Just a little. “This some kind of mafia poem?” she asked. Triarch Vow didn’t move. Domenik did. He stepped toward her, voice softer than it should’ve been. “This is not metaphor. It’s doctrine.” “You want me afraid?” “No,” he said. “I want you honest.”

They all stared back at me with different looks on their faces. Alannah leaned closer to Ternen. “Will the vow hurt?” I shook my head. “No, it’s just a vow to the goddess to keep whatever we say here secret, even under threat of command or death.” Alannah paled. I reached through the middle and held out my hand. “Don’t be scared. It doesn’t mean you will face death. It just means the goddess recognizes your sincerity for secrecy and she makes it so that we can keep our secrets.” I smiled back at her.

"You two would answer the few questions we have for you then we can decide what the judgment will be." He picked a piece of paper from his table and raised it. "Do you know what this is?" "Yeah," Gwen and I answered, but her voice was a mere whisper compared to my loud response. "So, you agree that you committed a crime of deception and that you lied against the great Lunar power which is a great sin. The Moon goddess could afflict our community with multiple woes, troubles, and challenges, casting shadows of uncertainty because both of you turned something as sacred as mating into a joke."

The sight of her—the woman who had lied, schemed, and betrayed me—was too much to bear. The program began, and soon we were reciting our vows. Her words rang hollow in my ears, every syllable grating against my nerves. It was all lies. Every word she spoke was another thread on the web she had spun around me. When it was my turn, I repeated my vows, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. But I said them anyway, playing along in this charade we were both trapped in.

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.

he expressed, to which I did not deny nor correct. He added, “Those are the feelings you should embrace when we act on these fake vows, as I will do the same, and when it comes to acting on them, we will find a way not to have my mark,” he extends his hand to meet mine, and perhaps this is a perfect deal to lay his debt.

Ironically, there was no love to be found in this arrangement. The priest turned to us. "Do you, Tatum, take Arden Voss to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" "I do," I answered softly. The priest nodded before turning to Arden. "And do you, Arden Voss, take Tatum to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" Silence. My breath caught. One second. Two. The air suddenly felt too thick to breathe.