When Vow Breaks Mga Nobela at Kwento

In a world of werewolves, identical twin Alphas Damon and Mason Daerk rule the Southern Gate Pack with contrasting styles—Damon, stern and ruthless, and Mason, gentle and lenient but yet they don't seem to see eye to eye on pack matters. Their dynamics shift with the arrival of Emma, a beautiful and timid omega wolf who becomes the object of their desire. As they navigate their complicated relationships with Emma, they're threatened by Estella, a rogue wolf and Emma's aunt, who seeks revenge against the pack. As tensions escalate, the twins must put aside their differences to defeat Estella and protect Emma, ultimately discovering their own feelings for her. In the end, can Emma accepts both Damon and Mason as her mates? Will they ever find love and unity together?

Everyone in Harbor City knows that the city's prince, Brandon Schmidt, is a devoted husband. Countless homewrecker wannabes are dealt with before they can even reach me. But one day, I see Brandon's text conversation with one of his mistresses. "You're going to open up for me tonight." "It's so embarrassing to be doing this on your wife's bed." Meanwhile, my arm is shattered from dealing with one of his competitors. The conversation makes my stomach turn. So be it, then. No one's getting off easy now.

Cecilia Henderson has lived her life in a bubble of privilege and purity, sheltered from the darkness that funds her father’s empire. Her world is charity galas, college degrees, and dreams untouched by violence. But when a single waltz with Zacian,the ruthless Boss of All Bosses, shatters that illusion, everything changes. Dominic Henderson, her father, is drowning under Zacian’s tightening grip. Desperate to protect his family and reclaim his power, Dominic strikes a dangerous bargain with rival bosses, setting the stage for betrayal and bloodshed. As tensions ignite and loyalties fracture, Cecilia becomes the ultimate leverage; a pawn in a game she never knew existed. But Zacian doesn’t see her as a pawn. He sees her as his weakness. And in a world where kings burn kingdoms for love, innocence may be the deadliest weapon of all.

Lady Seraphine D’Argent was born to power, bound by blood to an ancient vow that shattered her noble house and cast her into exile. At twenty-three, she lives in the shadow of her family’s disgrace, mastering the dangerous magic tied to her emotions and guarding her heart against the past she cannot outrun. But when the blood moon rises and the forgotten vow awakens, a mysterious emissary named Riven Ashlor appears—masked, immortal, and cursed to fulfill a promise sealed centuries ago. He claims Seraphine is the final key to breaking the pact... but the price may be her freedom, her power, or her heart. As Seraphine is drawn into a slow-burning entanglement with Riven, a second suitor emerges from the ashes of her past—one who stirs old memories, forbidden desires, and the dangerous hope that love could be hers by choice, not fate. Now, torn between two men and haunted by a legacy of betrayal, Seraphine must navigate the tangled web of family secrets, magical politics, and seductive lies. To survive, she’ll have to risk everything—her magic, her heart, and the truth buried deep in her bloodline. The vow is awakening. The gods are watching. And love may be the most dangerous power of all.

Rejected Mate. Dangerous Alpha. Deadly Secret. Lena Ashford expected her fated mate to change her life. She just didn’t expect him to reject her in front of the entire kingdom. Humiliated by Prince Adrian and replaced with her beautiful stepsister, Lena thinks fate has abandoned her until the broken bond chooses again. This time, it chooses Alpha Kael, the most feared wolf alive. A ruthless ruler with a reputation for violence, a kingdom built on fear, and eyes that make even Alphas look away. Everyone says Kael is incapable of love, so why is he willing to kill anyone who touches his mate? As Lena is dragged into Kael’s dangerous world, assassination attempts, political conspiracies, and buried secrets begin closing in around her. Worse still, strange powers awaken inside her—powers no omega should possess. Now the kingdom wants to use her, her enemies want her dead and Kael is hiding the terrifying truth about what she really is because Lena was never meant to belong to a prince. She was destined to stand beside the one man everyone fears… even if loving him starts a war.

In the twilight realm of Solvalla, the throne is a death sentence. To save her brother from the front lines, Weaver Isolde Thorne steals a noblewoman’s identity and enters the "Catalyst Trials," a ceremony to find a bride who can absorb the king's petrification curse. When King Alaric Valerion chooses her, Isolde finds herself bound by a blood-pact to a silent man who is more stone than flesh. As their "soul-link" forces her to feel his every hidden desire, a shadow from the court threatens to expose her weaver roots. Isolde must navigate a fake marriage where the stakes are her life, all while a mysterious stalker closes in, forcing her to choose between the brother she protected and the King she is starting to love.

Mine, my wolf said. Who's yours? I asked. The answer was Alpha Damir. I told my wolf to shut the hell up. --- Some vows are made in grief. Some are made in blood. I made mine on my knees in the rain, pushing dirt over the only two people who ever loved me, with smoke still in my lungs and fury so hot it had nowhere left to go. I came back from the UK and something felt wrong before I even reached the gate. The mansion was on fire. My father was already gone. My mother had seconds left and she used every single one of them to give me a name. Alpha Drakan. I carved that name into the inside of my chest and made a vow. Find him. Look him in the eye. Carve his heart out while it's still beating. Except Alpha Drakan was already dead. Two months in the ground. My parents died last night. Dead men don't order killings. Which meant I had the wrong name and the wrong man. My mother hadn't known. She was dying, she couldn't have known. But the name was Drakan and the blood was Drakan and the throne belonged to Drakan. His son. Damir, Alpha of Vordheim. Next of kin to a dead man and sitting on everything that name owned. My mother had pointed me here and here was where the answers lived. He was the one I suspected. The one I was watching. The one I had every intention of killing when the time was right. And then the moon goddess, who clearly has a vicious, twisted, absolutely unhinged sense of humour, went ahead and made him my mate.

She was never supposed to exist. He was never supposed to want her. Nyx has spent her entire life hiding what she is. In a world ruled by werewolf packs, she is the one thing every Alpha, every warrior, every wolf alive has been trained to kill on sight: a Skinwalker. Born with the ancient curse to steal the form, scent, and memories of anyone she touches, Nyx has survived by being invisible. No pack. No name. No trace. When the feared Alpha of the Obsidian Throne, Caelan Voss, demands a bride from the weakest pack in the territory to seal a blood treaty, the elders don’t hesitate. They choose their most disposable member—the orphan girl no one would miss. Nyx is dragged to the altar expecting death. Instead, something impossible happens. The mating bond ignites—not the ordinary wolf bond, but something older, something even the Moon Goddess cannot control. A blood tether. It means Caelan feels everything she feels. Every fear. Every lie. Every surge of heat. And Nyx? She accidentally absorbs a piece of his wolf during the bonding kiss. Now she can shift—but into his wolf form. A massive black wolf with silver eyes that every pack member recognizes as their Alpha. The wrong bride. The wrong species. The wrong vow. But the Moon didn’t make a mistake. She made a weapon. When the truth about what Nyx is comes out, will the bond that was never supposed to exist be the thing that saves them both—or the thing that destroys everything?

The day Dad brought my ashes home, Mom, who had claimed for years to be suffering from severe postpartum depression, suddenly told the truth. "Actually, I made the illness up. "We were never short on money, either. My company took off years ago. You never had to work six jobs a day until you nearly collapsed." Dad froze, then looked up at her in disbelief. Mom went on nonchalantly as if she were discussing nothing important. "And that day on the highway, it wasn't because my depression flared up and I lost control, leaving Caleb at the rest stop by himself. "He was spoiled by you. He actually dared to talk back to Adrian, so I left him there on purpose to teach him a lesson." Dad's eyes grew redder and redder. After a long moment, he forced one question through his locked throat. "Why?" Mom gave a light laugh. At the red light, she reached over and touched his earlobe, as if she were talking about a tiny, harmless joke. "Because you kept using my love for you as an excuse to bully Adrian. It was just a small punishment. "Now the punishment is over. Daniel, you really have suffered these past six years. I'll make it up to you from now on. "What about Caleb? Children recover quickly. He should be better by now, right? Why didn't he come home with you?" Dad looked at her through tears. Two seconds later, he suddenly laughed. With trembling fingers, he patted the urn in his arms. "He's here."

When the earthquake struck, Pierse Jones instinctively shielded me with his body, taking the full brunt of the impact and suffering multiple fractures. In the hospital room, the girl in the next bed looked at me with envy and said, “Your husband didn’t even care about his own life to save you. He really loves you.” I forced a smile. “Yeah.” But just last night, after I had fallen asleep, he slipped into the bathroom, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke to someone else—his little mistress, “I’m fine, don’t cry. Be good.” “As long as I think of you, I’m not afraid of anything.” Pierse and I grew up together, from childhood sweethearts to each other’s first love. We had been together for ten years, admired by everyone as the perfect couple. No one knew he had a mistress on the side, a girl who looked just like me when I was eighteen.