Brutal Vows Novels & Stories

He explained calmly. I sat there for a while letting his words soak in before a burst of confidence rushed through me. "Fuck you and your rules." I said in his face as I emphasized the word 'fuck' He clenched his jaw and his eyes flared with anger, but he took a deep breath before speaking. "You just got here so imma let this slide. But just know I don't do this often so do it again and I won't hesitate to slit your wrist." He said calmly as his hands rested on his temples.

I exclaimed. “What, you never witnessed that back at Grey Wolf?” He looked at me, smiling. “I did, but I never did it myself,” I replied. “And to be honest, never thought I’d witness it again.” “It goes great with my favorite Russian phrase.” Blake had a glint in his eyes. He turned to the other poor bastard, who was convulsing uncontrollably in fear. As Blake’s warriors struggled to hold him down, a puddle formed on the floor from him pissing himself. Blake just as swiftly sliced his dick off and yelled, “Hui tebé v rot!” as he did the same thing again, shoving it into his companion’s mouth.

pure , raw and animalistic one . A vulgar smile curved his mouth " now let's get this bra off as well "

Her eyes raced up to meet his, pupils dilating in sudden awareness of his touch. “What?” She whispered, tongue darting out to moisten her lips, and he nearly groaned aloud at the action. Damn it Ethan, he admonished himself silently, now was not the time to imagine doing shocking things to that mouth….or having those luscious lips doing things to him. He grimaced in disgust and abruptly broke the contact, uttering a curse under his breath. Damn traitorous body. When he spoke, his voice came out harsher than he’d intended.

Bruce stated sternly. “Oh, come on,” Trevor said with a grin. “Where’s your sense of humor?” “Here’s one you might like, Bruce,” Christopher began. “The Brut and the Bitch.” “Oh, good grief!” Bruce exclaimed with disgust and walked to the bar. “Ah, here’s a good paragraph,” Christopher said with a smirk. “Bruce smacked the mistress’s ass as he pressed his erection against her thigh. She reached up and grabbed the front of his brown hair –”

“I vow to you, Valeria… to hunt you when you run, to catch you when you fall, to fuck you until your legs shake and your voice breaks. I vow to mark every inch of your skin with my teeth and my cum, to fill you so deep you’ll feel me for days. I vow to protect this pack with my last breath—and to ruin you sweetly every night until the moon forgets how to rise. You are mine. My obsession. My salvation. Forever.” My breath hitched. Heat flooded my core so fast my thighs trembled. I repeated it back—voice shaking but sure. “I vow… to let you hunt me, to let you catch me, to take every inch of you until I’m shaking and screaming. I vow to wear your marks, to drip for you, to be your obsession… f

There was no turning back. “I, Damon Westwood before the elders and members make this vow in spirit and soul" he began. I repeated after him and then he began to recite the vows. “Before the eternal stars and the silent moon,I kneel in shadow and light alike.I vow to bind my breath to the living, my blade to the forgotten,my soul to the endless hunt.” He started. I repeated after him and he continued. Our voices were the only thing we could hear. “By ash and by fire, by blood and by dust,I renounce slumber while the fanged still walk.Let no glamour cloud my sight, let no darkness sway my spirit” he said and I repeated again.

Securing potions tempt bay. Fractured recoiling voluntary crumpling shards faded. "Yield broken amplified voluntary." Retreat halted scrys proof. Victory echoes deeper amplified voluntary weakened murmur. Chambers rut renewed claiming fierce devouring thrusts unrelenting arching pinned wrists eyes hunger. "Magnificent," growled savage depths stars coiling haze teased touch roamed pinching moans built locked heels deeper. "Alexander that fuck dripping harder," whimpered amplifying blinding wolves mental savage ripped clenching followed roar spilling hot entwined glow.

I tore my hands out of my mother's grip and grabbed the guard's small blade. I slit my palm and winced as pain throbbed in my body. I grabbed my mother's hands, staring into her wide, horrified eyes. My trembling lips parted and rage burned in me as the screams haunted me and my brother's fading eyes burned into me. “I, Octavia Valerius, swear to bring vengeance for Blackwater Pack and the Valerius family. I swear to conquer the Thorne Alphas and the Lockwood Pack.”

"It's time you learn the oath like a Bratva queen. Repeat after me ...You care for no one but the Bratva ..." Maria stares at me in horror but refuses to speak. I grab her throat, applying enough pressure until she opens her mouth and gasps for air. Maria grabs for my hand, and I let go. "Say it," I hiss. "You care for no one but the Bratva ..."Her quivering voice sounds like music, the sweetest song I've ever heard. "Good," I reply. "Now repeat—and you shall love none other than the Bratva." She swallows hard as a tear lets loose from her lashes. "—and you shall love none other than the Bratva."