Why Did Snape Make The Unbreakable Vow Novels & Stories

Carmen said quietly, his eyes still refusing to meet mine. Suddenly, Eliza's fear made perfect sense. An oath was a form of blood vow made between vampires, and while most vampires preferred to steer clear of it because of its severe repercussions, it had been a common practice in the house of assassins where vows of secrecy were paramount. That is, up until the King had outlawed it. Now, such vows that couldn't be broken even in the face of a monarch were considered crimes. It was a vow that could never be broken, a promise to be kept for one's entire immortal life. The consequence of breaking such a vow was a fate universally considered worse than death itself.

about the way they’d treated him, the way they’d hurt him, the way they’d made him feel like he didn’t deserve to be here. A snarl tore from my throat, the sound raw, feral. No one would ever hurt him again. Not while I was alive. Not while I could breathe. I stood, my body trembling with the weight of my vow, my gaze locked on the dark water. "As long as I’m alive," I whispered, my voice a promise, a swear, a bond stronger than any magic. "No one will ever hurt you again, mate."

he asked. “Yes,” I said firmly. “Alright. I’m going to make a small cut on your palm,” he explained. “I’ll do the same to mine, and then we’ll combine our blood in the potion. After that, we’ll recite the vow.” “What vow?” “It’s an ancient Draconian vow. It binds our souls for all eternity.” I nodded, my heart pounding. “Okay.”

Not kind. “If you give your heart to him,” she said, “you will not survive.” Seraphine’s breath hitched. “But the vow—” “The vow does not love you. It does not care for your soul, your dreams, or the shape of your body in the night. It was made in desperation and greed. It was sealed with blood and desire. You are merely the end of its chain.” The lilies trembled around them, bowing as if in mourning. “Break it,” Seraphine said.

Begged until his voice broke. But she still walked away. And from that day onward, Adrian stopped crying. Stopped begging. Stopped showing weakness. He built walls around himself so high that nobody could ever hurt him again. Yet here he was now. Broken by the same woman he loved more than his own life. Grandma Chase stared at him in complete disbelief. The mighty Adrian Chase… The cold and untouchable king of Nexus Corporation… The terrifying man even enemies feared… Was standing alone in a hospital room crying silently because the woman he loved refused to come home with him.

“I’m not discussing this with you.” “You will discuss it,” he snapped. “Our families are bound by blood and sacrifice. Do you forget what we owe? Your fated mate died in that fire, Draco. We promised her sister would never be left unprotected. That promise gave us their loyalty, resources, and strength. Without it, we would not be where we are today. You would spit on your mate’s memory by breaking it?” The familiar weight crushed down on my chest—the ashes, the debt, the oath. For years, it had shackled me, kept me silent, kept me in chains I never chose.

But a secret kept from the soul is a poison of its own. She looked back at Kael. "To save her, you must take the Vow of the Unspoken. You will carry the weight of her magic in your own veins. You will feel her fire, her hunger, and her madness. But you can never tell her. If the words of the bond are spoken while the seal is active, the spark will ignite and the explosion will level this mountain." I looked at Kael, my heart hammering. "Kael, no. You can't carry that. It’s too much for one person."

I breathed, my voice a pathetic, broken sound that I barely recognized as my own. "Please what?" he taunted, pressing just deep enough to make me arch my back off the table. "Say it. If you want me to give you, you have to beg for it. Tell me you’re mine to break." "I... I’m yours," I sobbed, the words feeling like a betrayal of my very soul. "Please, Draco. Do it." He didn't wait for a second invitation. He thrust inward, a sudden, heavy intrusion that stole the air from my lungs.

Soryn intoned, “and stand between her and those who would make her *asset* instead of heir.” “I will follow her choices into danger,” he echoed, “and stand between her and those who would make her asset instead of heir.” “Should I break this vow,” Soryn finished, “let Lunaris stone reject my blood and my name be dust on its roots.” The hall seemed to lean in. Daire’s shoulders tightened. “Should I break this vow,” he said, tasting each word, “let Lunaris stone reject my blood and my name be dust on its roots.”

"Get out immediately. Otherwise, I will kill you!" At the last moment, reason still defeated the efficacy of the medicine. It could be said that it was Shawn's love for Gale that defeated the love potion. He swore at her grave that she would be the only woman in this life. There would be no other! How could Shawn break his vow to Gale! He would think of the night when his hair turned white all night every time he looked at himself in the mirror every day, with silver hair! It broke his heart! Shawn was holding the table with difficulty with one hand. His eyes quickly swept across the table, and he grabbed a pen with the other hand!