Novel & Cerita Vows To Him

“Don’t ‘Luna’ me. You can’t just-just say yes to dying for me like it’s nothing.” “It’s not nothing,” he said, quiet. “Then don’t pretend it is,” I snapped, the panic in my chest burning like shame. “Don’t make it sound easy.” His voice didn’t rise. “It isn’t.” “Then why are you-” “Because I already made this vow,” he said, and suddenly the room was too still. He looked at me like the truth was a blade he’d carry for both of us. “I made it the night they tied pups in the ravine. I made it the first time I saw you shaking and told you to breathe with me. I made it every time I put my body between you and a knife.” He lifted a shoulder, a small, raw shrug. “Saying it out loud at the Blood Moon

He glanced up at Alexander and looked at him in astonishment. Carl: Is it what I think it is? Alexander: Yes, a vow from me. I promised never to betray you, never to betray our friendship, and you will carry my vow, my friend. Carl: It's an honor, my brother. I will gladly wear it to our events. Thank you, thank you very much.

When she continued to meet his icy gaze with her own defiant one, he finally let out a defeated sigh. "Fine." "Fine?" Stunned, she watched him. She had expected a war of wills, not a sudden surrender. "Yes. I will pull the scouts off your trail. Are you satisfied?" His expression was a blank mask, unreadable. "Swear it on the Moon." He nodded solemnly. "I swear I will not send my men to follow you." He had given his word. That meant the deal was struck; Roman Vale never broke a formal vow to her. A small, victorious smile touched her lips.

“Help? He was a loose end, just like you.” I glanced at the door, then back at her. “You don’t have to do this. Whatever they’re paying you, my father can double it. Just let me get him out of here. He still might make it if we move fast.” “Double it?” She stepped closer, voice dripping with mock pity. “Money doesn’t buy loyalty to the Swan. Your father couldn’t save your mother, and he sure as hell can’t save you. That alliance with the Volkov’s? It’s going to get you both buried. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure the message gets sent loud and clear with you dead.”

“From this moment on, I swear, I will spend the rest of my life making sure you’re surrounded by nothing but truth. By vows.” My throat tightened. “I should have protected you from him,” he continued, his voice dropping, heavy with guilt. “I should have seen it and stopped it but I didn’t.” A tear slipped down his face, slow and unhidden. “I swear to God, Lila… I will never leave you again.” His voice broke slightly, but he didn’t look away. “I vow to protect you. I vow to make you my entire world. I vow to keep you always and I vow to love you… even after death.”

he began, his voice low and solemn, “I vow to protect you, through war or peace. To honor you, even when it’s hard. To never let the weight of my title stand between what I feel and what you deserve.” My breath hitched. I hadn’t expected that. “I vow,” he continued, “to never let another soul touch what is mine. And I vow to love you—wholly and wildly—even when I’m undeserving.” The room was still, save for the faint flicker of lanterns. The elder nodded at me. “Your turn, Luna-to-be."

Evelynn sighed into him, her hands sliding up his chest to grip the back of his neck. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers. His voice was hoarse, stripped bare. “I need you to promise me something.” Her lashes fluttered. “What?” “That you’ll never face something like that alone. If it calls to you again…” His throat worked, words breaking rough. “You wait for me. Always.” Evelynn’s eyes stung. She pressed her palm flat against his chest, over his heartbeat. “Always,” she whispered. The vow settled between them like a brand.

"That's enough." He's quiet for a moment. Then he presses his lips to my forehead and holds them there. "I'll see you," he says. "Every day. Every version. I promise you that." "I'll stay visible," I say. "I promise you that." These are the real vows. Not the ones we said at an altar in front of people watching for cracks. These ones, in the dark, with nothing to prove to anyone. His breathing eventually deepens and evens out. Mine does too, pulled along by him like a tide following the moon.

I closed my eyes, I knew I would, I would do whatever it took to protect them, so I answered, “I solemnly vow to do so" He continued, “Do you vow in front of all these people as witnesses that you will listen to the advice offered to you as far as it is in the interest of the people" I answered again, using the same words as the last and just like that, we continued. He continued giving me the vows I pledged to and I agreed to all of them. At the last vow, after he had said it, he paused and it felt like everything had stopped. I raised my head now to look at him, watch it all come to me.

He says and Domenic takes the lead. "Autumn, I promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us." He was so nervers about forgetting his vows, he had studied them for days. I can say that he has already honored every word of the promise he just made.