Blood Oath 7 Novels & Stories

For the first time since the war began, Blackthorn felt defeated, fear glimmered in their eyes, they couldn’t fight as they had been surrounded and any wrong move would have led to the death of the Alpha’s son. Helpless, the Alpha fell to his knees and offered something else instead; a blood oath that could neither be broken by time, war or love. Harttman accepted it under their own terms. The oath was sealed under the blood moon The oath state that the Blackthorn’s heir would forever be bound to Harttman’s surviving daughter and the union would be the price for peace. It said should the bond ever be broken or rejected the bloodshed would return in tenfold and finally, if the heir of Harrtma

Just as Kirou was contemplating this, he received a message from the system. [System: A is a sacred vow that uses a person's life as a guarantee. Should the person who initiates the oath lie about the contents of the oath or break the oath after making it, they will be struck down by a blood-red lightning bolt from the heavens, turning them to ash instantly. Due to this very condition, individuals would usually shy away from making such an oath when dealing with strangers as it limits their actions under the conditions of the oath while the stranger is free of any such restriction.]

The 11 warriors taking the oath stood in a line in front of me and the rest of Silverclaw. “Trevor, Dominic, Edgar, Thomas, Theresa, Haven, Han, Krystal, Christian, Joshua, and Jacob, do you vow fealty to Silverclaw, accept the name Barrier, and ensure the safety of the Silverclaw name, even if it brings you your death?” “I do.” They each repeated. “Trevor Barrier, to swear this oath to the Silverclaw family, you must ensure this with a blood oath. Doing so will illuminate you completely if ever you were to betray, or cause ill intent to Silverclaw. Do you accept?”

I was glad to see that she had fully recovered, we hadn't gotten a chance to talk and I made a mental note to try and talk to her amidst the current chaos. Finally, it was my turn. I was to seal the oath with my power and blood. I pressed the blade to my palm and allowed my blood to join the rest in the bowl then Aria pushed my powers allowing it to flow into the bowl which glowed as the oath sealed. “Now, answer me.” I commanded. “By blood and magic, this oath is bound. Do you swear to uphold your end of the deal? Your vow of secrecy no matter the cost?” “I swear.” They said in unison.

I sent her my thoughts, and I felt her settle. The first man approached, and I could feel his nerves. “You are?” “Senith.” He dropped to his knee. “I was sworn to Thinius, and I haven’t taken a new oath.” I looked over my shoulder at Rowan. “A new oath.” “When the oath taker died, while the first oath can not be overridden, a new oath can be done. Their priorities shift, and the new oath takes precedence.” I nodded once and turned back to the man. “Do you want to take a new oath, Senith?”

“I solemnly swear.” “Will you both agree to remain loyal to Luna Gemma Rose Killian no matter the conscious.” “I solemnly swear.” They eagerly voice. “Will you both agree to do all in your power to bring Luna Gemma Rose Killian back to her pack.” “I solemnly swear.” They repeat together again. “Will you both agree that if you break any of these vows or betray me, Alpha William Keen, the blood oath will invoke the most painful death that you so now create in your mind.”

No one dared speak above a whisper: the moon-oath ceremony was older than any Alpha, and lying beneath its symbol was said to twist a wolf’s tongue to ash. Ophelia stood on the eastern arc, palms slick despite the chill. Maeve and Ash hovered just beyond the cordon of guards. On the western arc, Caroline appeared flanked by two retainers, her hair braided in austere coils, sable cloak hiding manacles. Beta Hawthorne stalked behind her, jaw set like quarried stone. Dylan stepped into the center. Moonlight still lingered, pale against the rising sun, enough to sanctify the vow. His voice carried without effort.

Students backed away as I approached, eyes wide, whispers sharp. Elias’s smirk widened. “Here he is. The beast himself.” My fists clenched at my sides. “Say it again.” His eyes gleamed. “She’s not worthy. You’re not worthy. You’re blinded by an omega’s scent, and it’s going to destroy you.” My wolf snarled. My chest burned. The crowd waited, breathless, phones lifted. And then I spoke. “Blood Oath.” Gasps exploded around us. The words were old. Ancient. A vow written in the bones of wolves. Not spoken for decades.

You're just saying anything to save your skin. Ashton coughed up some blood before continuing, "If you promise not to kill me, I guarantee what I offer will be valuable to you. But you'll have to swear an oath. "If you don't need what I have, you can kill me. But if you do need it, honor your oath and let me live." After thinking for a moment, Felix nodded. "Fine. I'll give you one chance to impress me." With that, he raised his hand to the sky and made his oath. Ashton immediately felt relieved—martial artists at Felix's level took oaths very seriously and would never break their word. He had finally managed to save himself.

There was no hesitance or reluctance as Alexander immediately agreed. “Recite the oath of omertà.” Alexander turned to the crowd with confidence in his stature. “I vow to never, under any circumstances, apply for justice to the legal authorities and never to assist in detecting crimes committed against oneself or others. The right to avenge wrongs is reserved for the victims and their families. If I break this vow, may I be punished with death?” I let out a breathy exhale at the vow. This was the infamous code of silence that was punishable by death. To think that Alexander made this vow without fear.