Brutal Vows の小説・ストーリー

Heat unfurled there, branding me from the inside out with the echo of his vow, searing itself into my very soul. Dane staggered under the force of it, his body taut with strain. The glow licked up his throat and jaw, washing his face in fleeting light. He clenched his teeth against the pain, but he didn’t waver, didn’t withdraw. His eyes were burning and raw with torment, locking me in place as his voice broke through, ragged and fierce. “It’s done,” he rasped, each word dragged out from somewhere deep. “I’ve bound myself. The vow will hold… even if it kills me.”

At that moment, he wasn't a fighter; he was a merciless force, unchained and driven by something primal. Bruto lay there, a motionless and blood-soaked heap on the ring's floor. Vincenzo sat over him, and continued a relentless storm of stabs, each echoing the air with a sickening squelch. It was a cold-blooded replay of the brutality he'd unleashed on Francois at the peace agreement party. That was my first glimpse of him taking someone's life... and I knew it wouldn't be the last. The ring transformed into a macabre river of blood, spreading in every direction around him.

"By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed, For love is weakness, and weakness, death. As my father vowed, so I vow…” A slash across my palm. Blood dripped onto the altar. Then fire erupted from the cracks in the ground, and the robes began to burn. The torches screamed. The altar bled. I woke up choking, my chest soaked in sweat, my breath ragged. The room was spinning. The sheets of the bed where I laid were tangled, soaked. My skin felt like it was crawling. Like the v

The stones were marked with symbols older than time, scrawled in a language twisted and dark, instructions I’d memorized and practiced for years. With her body lying cold and vulnerable on the altar, I wasted no time. There was no room for hesitation, no space for mercy. The ritual demanded brutality—absolute, unforgiving brutality. It was, after all, the very essence of what demons valued. I gripped the blade in my hand, the steel sharp enough to sever bonds older than flesh, and I began the incantation, my voice a low, steady hum that echoed through the chamber.

Franco cried out as Brago’s fingers stretched him open. “You’re so wet,” Brago murmured, his voice rough. “I could fit my whole hand in you.” “Don’t say such vulgar things,” Franco protested weakly, but his words were cut off as Brago thrust into him, filling him completely. Franco screamed, his body twitching and trembling as Brago began to move, rough and relentless.

This bond was an ancient and unbreakable lycan vow that carried death for betrayal. "Break your promise and die" I threatened, smirk widening, my voice a velvet blade. His blood was warm against mine, the wounds already healing, the pact sealed. Kade’s face was a picture of splintered fury, fire raged within his eyes, but he kept himself immobile, his strength bound by the knowledge of what I could do. He knew I would kill him without batting an eyelid, my claws through his heart before he could blink. The hall fell silent, the crackling of the fire inaudible, the carved wolf heads leaning closer, witnesses to his defeat. I stepped back, relaxed but predatory in demeanor, surveying him, asse

I am a fucking Marino, and my family's legacy was built on pride, and an unyielding refusal to surrender. We would rather die on our feet than beg on our knees. That's the code we lived by, the creed that coursed through our veins. "Still not going to tell me where it is?" A rich, velvety voice, unmistakably Volkov Bratva's, dripped with sadistic anticipation, drawing a chuckle from me. I licked my lips, wincing as my tongue brushed against a tender bruise. A faint metallic taste hinted at a split lip.

He bellowed, "How could you do this to Riri? You've got some woman on the side and abandoned her!" Lionel pressed the jagged edge of the broken beer bottle against my neck.

At this point, I was certain—There was something seriously wrong with the both of them. One loved stealing what belonged to others, while the other thrived on self-sacrifice and wallowing in their own misery. I took a deep breath to suppress my anger before saying, "Get out of here right now, or I swear I'll kill you!” "Henry, you and Sadie are a match made in heaven. The two of you should be locked together forever and stop ruining other people's lives, you absolute trash!"

A throbbing pain radiated through my nerves as various distorted faces magnified before me: "Just as I thought, it's you, the shameless homewrecker Samantha Jewel!" "How dare you, this brazen slut, show your face again!" "Dressed like a tramp, for sure, you're out trying to snatch another man!" "You cuckolded our perfect Mr. Long! I swear I'll beat you to death!" "Scram already, prostitute! Your very existence pollutes the air; why don't you drop dead!"