Novel & Cerita Blood Oath 7

My men were trained and they were loyal to me, to my mafia and I always try my best to care for them, for anyone working for me and I’ve made sure it stayed that way. “I didn't… I didn't have a choice!” Darius groans loudly, sniffling. “He was going to hurt them… he took them… I couldn't let him hurt them. I couldn't…Please…” The room is quiet when I speak again. “What is the oath?” I ask quietly, my voice cracks into the coldness of the room and I push Darius face to mine and his lips trembled. “Say it.” “Bond…” He starts slowly, his voice shaky, and he gulps down a bit of his fears with the only moisture in his mouth. “Bond with blood, we are one, as family, heart and soul…. And for each o

Every step he took along the gravel road sent bolts of piercing pain through his body. Soon, he was sweating from the pain. After finally catching up to Ameera, he cut off her path and wheezed, "Ameera, please give me one more chance. I promise to love you, please!" Ameera frowned and expressed irritably, "I don't need your love. I have stopped loving you a long time ago." "Is it because of him? Hubert, you shameless bastard, how dare you seduce my wife?!" Marlow jabbed an accusatory finger at Hubert to launch into a senseless rant.

“No. Let him hear it.” Lyra’s voice grew louder, carrying across the gathered pack. “When the Sundering came, when fire split the world, who stood unbroken? Not the elves, who betrayed their own. Not the vampires, who fed on the ashes. It was the wolves who endured. Our blood carried the oath to watch, to wait, to guard against fire’s return.” Kaelen stiffened. Her eyes gleamed, hungry and sharp. “So when I see you, fire-born, I do not see an exile. I see the breaking of that oath. I see a curse wrapped in flesh.”

We all spoke automatically. "The elders of water, earth, fire and air will infuse their gift, making a chalice of obsidian. Each of you are to place your stone into the sacred chalice." Once the chalice was created Esme offered her, Rosalie's, Uncle Hanks and Aunt Lolita's stone pieces by placing them in the chalice. One by one all 26 pieces were offered up and placed in the chalice.

“We’ve lived too long under oaths that served only one side. It’s time we write our own.” He reached under the table and pulled out a rolled piece of parchment, its seal unmistakable even in the dim light. Rowan’s crest. The original royal oath document that had once bound Blackthorn to the crown—terms for troops, taxes, obedience. Kael had kept it. Not as a treasure. As a chain he’d finally broken. He set it in the center of the table. “For years,” he said, voice low, “this was the only promise that mattered to the crown. My father’s name inked under their terms. My blood expected to enforce them.”

She was drinking from the waterskin as if bored of hearing the tale again. "An oath of success" Godson continued, "To guarantee their success, Kamalu and his two friends were forced to take a blood oath, one which binds them as a sacrifice to the gods. It was a sacred meeting, and should have remained a secret until the end of the war." Godson rubbed his brow as the crease began to form. The glee in his eyes had disappeared, replaced now with sadness. It was as if he was in the battle himself.

"I've spent seventeen years honoring a promise made on my behalf before I understood what it meant. I intend to spend whatever comes next honoring one I've made for myself." The old oath required a physical gesture, a warrior's blood mixed with the soil of the bound pack's territory, sealed before witnesses — and Dominic performed it there in the hall, a shallow cut across his palm, blood pressed into a small dish of Moonlight earth Reid had prepared in advance, the ancient words spoken clear and unhesitating.

It curled it's hand up in a fist, dug it's nails through and let blood drop. Andreas exhaled, knowing what it was doing. "The oath of a demon is maintained by the earth so it has no escape whatsoever, therefore, i hereby pledge my allegiance to you and the king-" Nick's eyes widened. Anthony's mouth fell open. Was this really happening? "-I, Klitanis Odevan, hereby decree that from this day forth, my words and blood, will be forever loyal to Eleanor Starr and King Andreas Louise Montrier." Before Eleanor's eyes, a small part of the earth opened and licked up it's blood. What just happened?

Oliver holds his hand out while Rhett tucks the dagger of death back into his belt. “Do you Oliver swear allegiance to me, Queen Lamia? Do you swear to protect and uphold the laws of MacTire? Do you pledge your service to the Kingdom of MacTire and to its people?” Oliver doesn’t wince when I draw the blade down his palm, “I swear to the moon goddess that I shall serve, protect, and uphold the standards the people of MacTire deserve. I pledge my allegiance to you and serve the realm under your rule.” Pressing our palms together, our blood mingles, and the energy from the oath begins to resonate through the both of us, “With this promise you enter a blood pact. Breaking this blood pact will re

Chris exhaled once again; his face etched with the tiredness that was consuming his entire being “I don’t have the luxury for taking chances.” “I, Hendrick Griffiths swear the divine death bond of loyalty to Christopher Walter, my junior brother and our master’s chosen; I swear with my blood, entwined with my spirit.” The older man stood up and swore before Chris had a chance to react. He took the blade that he had hidden like a treasure under his belt and inserted the blade towards his heart as he extracted his heart blood.