What Happens If You Break An Unbreakable Vow Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Ok, so you made a promise, but people break promises all the time, Zander. In this case, Amy reaped what she sowed." "Hazel," Zander stooped on his knees so that their eyes were connected. "This wasn't just a simple promise. I made a blood oath to her. I solemnly swear to take care of her no matter what the situation was, then I drank her blood and she drank mine in the name of the Moon Goddess." "Zander - No," Hazel gasped. "If a person breaks a blood oath made in the Moon Goddess' name, it may cause death for the oath breaker."

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

"The most common blood pact with another person thrown into it is union blood pacts. Is that it?" "Yes." "You can only void it if both parties who were thrown into it decide to break it." "How about on the ground of abuse, or being forced?" "No. Unfortunately, the blood pact is the ways of the wolf, brutal and animalistic, as humans might call it, but there's no way to break it unless it goes both ways, both sides." So there was really no fucking way out of it unless Riley broke and was knocked back to his senses. And I didn't think it would happen.

“I need you to sit for a minute,” “I can't,” I replied, still fixated in one position. Now, I was even too scared to move. I touched my chest, trying to calm my heart beat. Alex wouldn't leave me alone. He wouldn't let me fight for myself. He said he would protect me. “He vowed to protect me,” I whispered into the air. I blinked repeatedly, trying to ensure I was still breathing. “Vows can be broken. If he broke his wedding vows, he can break yours too,”

I asked him because the term promise has come up quite some times in the past as well. Are vows really that important? “They mean a lot to me.” He answered as he lifted his head up from my shoulder, “Because all my life, all the important people have broken them very badly.” He moved his face closer to me til our foreheads met and I felt that his skin was a lot cooler than mine, “I will not tolerate that anymore.” He backed away a little, “And so, now it’s either you fulfill your vows or I’ll make you.” I felt my headache increase a little more.

What could he possibly do to make it up to her? Jacklyn didn't show her emotions on her face. She just asked, "Are you sure you won't break your promise this time?" Eugene solemnly swore, "I promise I won't break my word. If I do, let me be hit by a car the next time I leave the house." His over-the-top vow didn't stir any emotion in Jacklyn. Instead, it just made her feel disgusted. If vows worked, there wouldn't be so many scumbags in the world.

he added, “but when it does, it keeps things private. And once you’re marked, I’ll be able to sense if you’re in danger… or if you’re cheating.” He managed a sheepish, guilty smile at the last word. Her eyebrows rose. “Only you? Will I know the same?” “Yes,” Kaplan said quietly. “You’ll know.” She paused, as if scanning that mental checklist again. “Can the bond be broken?” Kaplan’s face lost color. The question landed like a blade. “Yes. It can be broken—but it’s brutal. Like ripping your insides out. Some don’t survive it. That’s why some sects abandoned the practice. Wolves… they still do it.”

A voice interrupted from behind him. Rio, his personal assistant, stood there with a deeply worried expression. He stepped closer, trying to stop his boss’s hand as Jackson reached for a second bottle of wine. “The wedding has already happened. Please stop drinking so much, sir. Tomorrow—” Hearing that warning, what remained of Jackson’s reason, already consumed by alcohol and jealousy, snapped. “Shut up!” Jackson barked, his eyes red and blazing with fury. Crash! Without thinking, Jackson hurled the half-full bottle of wine with all his strength. The bottle flew past Rio’s head, shot through the air, and shattered against the marble wall behind him. Dark red liquid streamed down the wall li

If she didn’t slit her throat and wait for the ancient magic to claim her life, she would've burst into flames and turned to ashes. That’s what he found out in the Night Storm Pack when he was visiting and inquiring about the Unbreakable Oath. He saw it with his own eyes. An old Omega or young Slave just bursting into flames and turning to ashes suddenly as if it’s just normal for them there. The Unbreakable Oath. A vow that any werewolf, Alpha or Omega, wolfless or powerful, can conjure but with the expense of the life of the caster—and the life of the receiver hanging on a thread.