Blood Oath 7 Novels & Stories

The oath had changed everything. In the thick deadlock, Lady Anya stepped forward, her calm voice breaking the frozen hush. “An oath has been sworn before the Heart of Ice,” she said, her voice resonant with newly found authority. “We cannot ignore it. To do so would be a profanation against the ancestors.”

I went to protest but him putting up his hands had me stopping. "Do we have a deal by oath?" He asked as he conjured up some of his power. It took a second but the slight nod was all we needed for the oath to take hold. Swirling around the three of us told me that atleast for this we had her completely loyalty

Chase declared. "We swear! We swear it…" The seven warriors did not dare hesitate. They immediately swore oaths, binding themselves under the most stringent terms. Only when the oaths were complete did they breathe a sigh of relief. All they could hope for now was that this secret would stay buried forever.

“The Blood Oath Ceremony is the only solution.” “The Blood Oath Ceremony?” The doctor hesitates just a moment before explaining. “It’s far from a medical solution to anything,” she says with a nervous chuckle. “The Blood Oath Ceremony is an ancient ritual that no one has performed in centuries, but it still works. It requires mates to strip naked and embrace each other in their most bare and honest state.”

he murmured, eyes never leaving the class. Heat flared in her chest. He was forcing her to speak. And he knew she hated the spotlight. Jenna raised her hand reluctantly, her voice shaking. “That’s not… quite right. Blood oaths weren’t made to bind allies but to ensure loyalty through consequence. If broken, the punishment was death.” The class turned to look at her. A ripple of whispers spread. Kaelion straightened, his silver gaze flicking over the room. “Correct. Listen carefully. Some of you may learn something from her.”

To the Esteemed Leaders of the Rosewater Coven, I hope this letter finds you well. After much deliberation, we have come to understand the weight of the blood oath and the deep-rooted traditions that bind it. Though this situation has been painful for us, we recognize that honor and loyalty to the old ways must come before personal grievances. The history between our people has been fraught with tension, and while this ordeal has tested our bonds, we choose to uphold the ancient agreements rather than succumb to further division.

Of course, she’d want to see me choke. I cleared my throat and recited the oath Nova had taught me. “I, Ophelia Hawthorne, undertake this oath of my own free will. With Hecate as my witness, I vow to put the coven first. It’s secrets are my secrets. It’s truth is my truth.” I lifted the chalice above my head, where the moonlight seemed to strengthen. “I give my body to the earth, my soul to the fire, my blood to the water, and my mind to the air. By the power of the divine, I name myself the sixth member of this coven. So mote it be.”

It was truth serum for shifters. “Blood oath,” Darius commanded. “Swear your loyalty to Silverfang. No secrets, no divided hearts.” My stomach twisted. Blood oaths were binding like magical contracts etched into the soul. Break one, and your wolf would turn feral. Zane didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the dagger and sliced his palm. Blood welled, dripping into the bowl. “I, Zane Asher, heir of Silverfang, swear my blood, my wolf, my life to the pack. No rogue ties and no betrayal.”

They had to completely rework the Emperor’s oath, so here’s hoping it doesn’t end with me getting struck by lightning or something. “I, Chris Melgren, stand before the God Oshmin, humbled and blessed by the gifts bestowed upon me. As I stand before him and my people, I vow to be their pillar and their strength. I swear fealty to them and vow to love, serve, protect, and fight for them until my reign ends. In the eyes of Oshmin, I accept the duty and power of the Emperor,” I say in a strong voice.

“And what guarantees do I have that you won’t go back on your word again?” I hesitated only briefly. “I’m prepared to take an oath of blood,” I said solemnly. Theo’s reaction was immediate—his gaze sharpened, his lips pressing into a thin line. The gravity of my offer wasn’t lost on him. A blood oath was no light matter. It required the involvement of a witch to bind the soul to a promise, with the threat of death looming over any betrayal. Once I fulfilled the promise, the curse would be lifted. Should I fail however, it would be triggered immediately, killing me instantly.