Why Did Snape Make The Unbreakable Vow Novels & Stories

He didn't speak. Didn't make a sound. Just watched from the shadows for hours. Before leaving, he passed a note to one of the Blood Elders. It read: "I promise to honor your wish - never to see you again in this life." The Blood Scrying had cost him dearly. Half his power, gone forever. But the note's ink was mixed with his blood. Making it an unbreakable blood vow. My bloodline stirred at his scent lingering in the hall. But I felt nothing.

"Put it away. If he takes an unbreakable oath that he will be back to be my apprentice after finishing school, he can go now." "An unbreakable oath is granted by the powerful deity, if you take the oath, you have to fulfil it. Otherwise it will haunt you until death which means you have no way to run from it." "Hayden, you’d better think carefully." "Thank you. The token need to be traded somewhere more useful. I will make an unbreakable oath. Besides I know nothing about the sword, maybe it is good for me being his apprentice. " "As long as you have made up your mind, we will respect your choice."

“Avalon, truly we did not intend to cause you hurt. We never believed that it was possible. You were a halfling. We knew that there was a possibility of you inheriting the fire magic, but only in so much as being able to summon it. We had no idea that you would be the strongest fire wielder the St Legers have known. Only full elemental users have the ability to find a mate. There was no way of knowing what you would be one of the lucky few.” “There was a chance, how ever small it may have been. And you took that away from me!” tears glistened in my eyes, I felt so betrayed. By Lilith, by my Mother, even by Lysander for leaving me. “Is there anyway to break the bond?” I cast my eyes down to t

His mind was stuck with the thoughts and anxiety as he is no longer can feel Shawna's thoughts or feelings. His mind asked: Did the bond break? No... No... It is not possible without the wand... which is no more... I have to protect her... I can not let the bond break. I will do whatever is required to keep up. The next moment he left his room towards the WitchWorld. SHAWNA'S POV:

Luther couldn't gain power. Tod The God of Unbreakable bonds walked up to me and reached out for my hand, taking it in his. Gaining my full attention. Were they making me create an oath? You would think Alex would say something but he accepted my okay fast. He didn't even ask was I sure. "This is going to be an Unbreakable oath. Truly unbreakable because Ill be using all the power in the room to create it." He lied. So I'm guessing I could break it if needed. They just wanted me to believe that I couldnt.

Sara’s nose scrunched up in disgust. “I am 90% certain she spiked my drink with a love potion! I was a young warlock, making my way in the world, finally allowed to leave my parents house, approved by the council. She was at a bar… we were trading spells and suddenly she looked prettier, and well…” he simply shrugged before continuing. “I never called her back though, since when I woke up it had worn off.” He shuddered and Sara growled low, rolling her eyes.

Teen boys had sworn over bleeding hands that we would never let ourselves be a part of the wickedness that sprouted from our father's progenitor after we'd uncovered his plans to sever what we held dearest. Despite Cillian's transformation into a rogue over the years and my intent to end his life growing stronger, I'd never considered he'd break a vow before the goddess's blessed waters. Maeve had invariably been who I'd bet on to carry out Whelan's orders. Not Cillian. Not the man who was wronged unforgivably by the devil of a were. "That promise was made centuries ago by naive lads who'd not tasted the gall of the future." He tilts his head backward, assuming a mocking stance. "You couldn'

"I pledge my strength, my loyalty, and my life to the Lycan Lord of Chaos, to stand by his side in the darkest of nights, to follow his lead until the end of days. As the moonlight touches my forehead, this vow is bound." With each oath spoken, I could feel the weight of their devotion, their trust in me. It was a bond forged not only in words but in the shared struggles and sacrifices of a rebellion against the oppressive rule of the witches. "Yes," I replied, my voice carrying the weight of centuries-old memories, "it is true. Your ancestors pledged their loyalty to me during the Great Lycan Uprising, a rebellion against the oppressive rule of the witches."

A sacred vow, enforced by ancient magic, that they would never speak a word of this realm to any outsiders not already privy to the truth. A powerful spell was then cast by the high council, interweaving each human's oath into an unbreakable enchantment - one that would cause immense, unimaginable pain like nothing they'd ever felt before to anyone foolish enough to break their vow. For the oath-breakers, the agony would be so excruciating, so all-consuming, that death would eventually be a blessed release from their endless torment. The consequences of defying this primordial magic were grave beyond measure. Not even the most steadfast could withstand the anguish for long before their minds

The sound cracked across the room. “I made him. Everything he is now, I helped build.” Her voice rose, venomous. “He wouldn’t even know how to touch a woman like her if I hadn’t taught him—” Her hand knocked over a crystal bottle of Dior perfume. It hit the edge of the table, bounced, and shattered on the floor in a burst of glass and floral scent. Imani stared at the mess—silent now. Her chest heaved. Her nails dug into the polished surface of the vanity as if it were the only thing holding her upright.