Where Vows Are Exchanged Novels & Stories

“According to our ancient custom, they shall now share one drink, to signify their unity. And we shall drink to celebrate and bless their unity.” The liquid shimmered dark red in the golden cup. Wine—or maybe something stronger. I lifted it, my hands steady despite the tremor in my soul, and took a single sip before passing it to him. Draven drank deeply, his eyes never leaving mine. The priest smiled, relief washing over his face as if he’d completed a dangerous task. “Now, the vows shall be exchanged.” As the words began—the promises of loyalty, devotion, obedience—I barely heard them. My mind raced with every whisper I’d overheard, every strange order I’d noticed, every secret no one woul

Mum spoke first. “The Moon marks what is broken and returns it made whole. We honor her law today.” She looked between Cowrie and her groom, then Gavin and Sariah, then Ruhan and me. “Three vows. One for bond, one for peace, one for rule.” Cowrie went first. “I vow to guard what is mine and take what is offered in trust.” Her husband repeated it. Mum nodded. Gavin spoke next. “I vow to shield what is mine and serve where I am needed.”

Her on-again, off-again lover stood by her side with proud eyes. “Now Enzo and Alex will move to the ring of oaths and perform the mates’ dance,” Wilford said. “We have to dance?” I hissed. Enzo chuckled. “It’s not an actual dance. We just circle each other seven times and exchange vows. Pack traditions.” The moonlight was directly over the ring of oaths. When my mate and I stepped into it, we were bathed in the moon goddess’s light. “The vows are private. Only for each of us to hear,” Enzo whispered.

“We, uh, we’ll proceed with the vows now. Standard form. Repeat after me if you would.” Dante doesn’t even glance at him. Eyes stay locked on mine. The man starts anyway. “I, Dante Volkov, take you, Elena Vance, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” Dante repeats it word for word, but he says it slow, deliberate, like he’s carving each promise into my skin instead of speaking it.

" I looked into his deep eyes and saw my reflection clearly within them. In this life, there was no betrayal, no despair. Only blooming flowers and a love that would never fade. "Joseph, I love you too."

"I promise to stand by your side, in sickness and in health, in joy and sorrow, until death do us part." My heart swells as I repeat my vows, my voice trembling slightly. "I promise to love and cherish you, to stand by your side, for better or worse, for as long as we both shall live." After we have finished our vows, the minister leads us in the exchange of rings. The simple bands of gold feel heavy on my hand, symbolic of the commitment we are making. But it is a good feeling.

VOW EXCHANGE "Anika Hodgens, I promise to choose you as my wife for the rest of my life, even after life or reincarnation. I will love you with all my heart in word and deed. I will laugh with you, sob with you, scream with you, grow old with you. To be your kin and partner in life's roller coaster is all I could hope for. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I don't yet know, I give you my hand, my love, myself, the good, the bad, and the yet-to-come." Jaz wholeheartedly says her vows as her eyes fixate on Anika. Her heart literally beats through her ears. "Jaz Amanda, You love me even in the most complex way and complete me in ways I never knew possible. From this day forth, I promi

“Ashton, repeat after me. Before God and these witnesses, I Ashton, take you, Rosa, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death—this is my solemn vow.” Ashton repeated after the priest as tears rolled down his face. “Rosa, repeat after me. Before God and these witnesses, I Rosa, take you, Ashton, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death—this is my solemn vow.” "Ashton, do you have a symbol of your vow

Evelyn, meeting Adrian's gaze, declared with unwavering resolve, "I do." The officiant nodded, satisfied, and continued with the ceremony. Evelyn spoke from the heart, promising to stand by Adrian through thick and thin. Her vows resonated with a truth that surpassed the confines of the arranged marriage they had once been thrust into. As the officiant reached the moment of "You may now kiss the bride," a collective murmur of excitement swept through the crowd. Evelyn and Adrian turned towards each other, their eyes reflecting the journey that had led them to this pivotal moment.

“Wayne Knight, I promise to be that person whom you'd come home to and realize you can never be discriminated where she's involved. I'll be that person that'll hold your hand even when you're at your lowest. I'll love you even if people think you're not deserving of any emotional attachments. Wayne, I promise to stay with you whether you are black, blue or red. I'm your mate who was created to fit your needs. But more than that, I'm your second side who would not turn away from you but instead cleave to you till eternity.” Wayne's eyes flashed blue and stayed that way. “Olive,” he purred. The officiating ministress signalled that the vow taking was over, as the allotted time was up. Each mat