Blood Oath 7 Novels & Stories

They had been allies—men loyal to the crown Dante and Amara had carved out of steel and terror. The silence was broken by one of Dante’s men running forward. “Boss!” His voice cracked with urgency. He shoved a bloodied scrap of cloth into Dante’s hand. On it, scrawled in jagged crimson strokes, was a single phrase: “Blood answers blood. The oath will be fulfilled.” Dante’s fist closed around the cloth, crushing it. His veins burned. He knew exactly what it meant. “The Blood Oath,” Amara whispered, stepping closer to read the words. Her tone was almost reverent, but beneath it simmered disdain. “The ancient pact… from Lorenzo’s shattered alliances. The families swore vengeance should his line

As usual, her intentional touch calms me and my beast. “Do you remember what I told you about Lillibet Llewellyn and the vow I made to protect her line until the Thirteenth Daughter?” he pauses and looks at Rose for a response. She nods, slowly, her nervous energy grows until it is almost suffocating. “Well it wasn’t just a simple vow spoken in the heat of the moment. I took a blood oath which bound me to Lillibet and every first born Llewellyn daughter from that night on. The effect of a blood oath is similar to the effect of ingesting my blood.” He drains his cup as his words seem to echo around the room.

Ethan mixes the blood and then brings the still-fresh cut on his arm to me, and I press my palm to him, feeling a weird sensation in my chest the moment our palms are connected. "Repeat after me," Ethan ordered, and I listened attentively to him. "I, Ethan, swear to uphold my part of this blood oath and if for whatever reason I defunct against it, I readily accept the consequences." "I, Caleb, swear to uphold my part of this blood oath and if for whatever reason I defunct against it, I readily accept the consequences." I pledged and as soon as the words were out of my lips, a sharp spike went through my chest sealing the deal.

The black veins on his skin pulsed erratically as the darkness inside him sensed the rising tide of human passion. “Tell me again, tell me you are really staying– because once I have you properly claimed, there is no going back.” he demanded huskily, breaking the kiss just enough to look into her green eyes. “I am staying by your side no matter what,” Amelia said clearly. The finality in her voice seemed to break the last of his internal resistance. A shudder ran through his body as he processed her absolute commitment. “Good,” he breathed, the word filled with a mixture of possession and reverence. “Because now that you have said it, I am not letting you go.” His hands moved from her waist

“We stand here not to revive the old order, but to bury it properly.” She looked each woman in the eyes. “The new oath is simple, We vow to tell the truth. We vow to protect choice. We vow to never again let love become a weapon.” The women watched her, breathing shallow, waiting. “No blades,” she said. “No blood bowls.” “No sacrifices.” “No spells.” “No chains.” Just truth. Olivia placed one hand over her heart. “If you accept this vow, not to me, but to yourselves, step forward.” One woman stepped.

“How can I work with someone whom I still believe killed my mom.” “And I believe your family has done plenty of killing too,” he replied evenly. “But tonight isn’t about old blood. It’s about staying alive.” My hands were still shaking from the fight. I set the gun down. “On one condition. We share everything we find. No secrets. The second we know who the Swan is, we go our separate ways.” Luciano nodded slowly. “Deal. But you stay here until it’s safe. No running off to your father half-cocked.”

I feel his warm lips crash into mine and I completely melt into his embrace. One hand travels up my back, the other wiping my tears from my cheeks, as his arms grow tighter around me. “Monsters will never make my Queen quiver in fear, they will never make her cower, and they will never lay another fucking finger on her.” His words sound like an oath. “I vow that sacred oath, my Queen. As long as I am around that will never be something you have to worry about.” He says, the love just pouring from his lips.

I asked, not quite believing it. “To your intent,” he said. “Your truth. If you want to compete, you drop your blood into the basin and take the oath aloud. If the water turns gold, you’re accepted. If it turns black…” He hesitated. “It means you’ve been rejected. It means the Sanctum doesn’t believe you’re ready. Or worse—it sees something in you, it doesn’t trust.” A cold shiver slid down my back. “And then what happens?” Callum’s jaw clenched slightly. “Then you walked away. Or you’re forced to. No one’s ever entered after being rejected. Not unless someone on the Council intervenes. But that’s rare. And… costly.”

“The House of Morrigane will not touch it.” A breath. “We have an oath to fulfill. Properly, this time.” Her gaze hardened. “And a debt… six hundred years old… that will finally be paid by the right hands.”