Blood Oath 7 Novels & Stories

He remembered what happened to his companion in the past, so he said anxiously, “I want you to make an oath on your soul!” He could believe it if Brett swore on his soul. Brett almost passed out in anger. He could not wait to deal with this guy, but he was the only one who knew the truth. Brett decided to calm down and get to the bottom of it first. “I swear on my soul that I’ll let you go and won’t make things difficult for you if you tell me the truth.” As soon as Brett finished speaking, the cynocephaly jumped up excitedly. With the oath as a restraint, Brett could never go back on his word no matter how much he regretted it. The cynocephaly walked up to Philip smugly.

Jonah lowered his head under the flood of accusations, while Shannon had already collapsed onto the floor, crying hysterically. Seeing there was no escape left, Dr. Hamilton suddenly shouted toward the police, “I confess! I was forced into it! They knew I had taken bribes before, so they threatened to expose me if I didn’t cooperate! I’m sorry, Dr. Lane, I’ve disgraced my position as a doctor.” The entire hall exploded into chaos. Medical staff began whispering loudly, their voices rising. As I looked at the pale faces of Jonah and Shannon, I knew one thing for certain: their lies had finally begun to crumble.

The room rang with the wolves' answering growl, low and unified. Relief and fatigue poured into Darian as his shoulders dropped. One by one, I watched the ceremony repeated. A woman with haunted eyes whispered her renunciation with trembling lips. A pair of brothers, still bruised, spoke with fierce conviction, their jaws clenched in determination. Even the youngest—the boy, none other than Caleb—lifted his chin and spoke the words, though his voice cracked halfway through. With each oath, their blood was added to the bowl. The water grew dark; it was no longer water but crimson-streaked, glowing unnaturally in the firelight.

The Royal’s Oath is a sacred magical vow exclusive to the Were royal bloodline, binding the speaker to their word with an unbreakable force. Once sworn, the Oath manifests as a sigil—glowing silver script that appears on the royal’s skin and fades once the promise is fulfilled. It is a mark of power, trust, and absolute authority. It was once a power that dates back to the first Were kings, who wielded it to command loyalty from their subjects and assure them that they are worthy of their loyalty and reverence.

This was the first time that I had witnessed a blood oath being performed, but no amount of literature prepared me for it. “Do you swear to never betray our pack and alliances?” “I do.” The circling blood began to move up his forearm now. Fuck. Where was Chris when you needed to show him cool shit? Oh yeah. He was at the pack, being responsible and shit as acting Alpha. The fucker was missing out right now. I would just have to share this memory with him tomorrow. “Do you agree to forfeit your life if you break this oath?” “I do.” Ziyah’s nails cut through her own skin, allowing it to do the same Matrix shit before she placed it on top of his wound. Their blood braided together and wrapped a

“From what?” This time, silence answered first, then one of the wolves laughed. It was not a pleasant sound. “From us,” he said, and a few of the vampires smiled. Virelle’s stomach tightened. Edric raised one hand, and the room quieted again. “The oath is not symbolic. It is old magic. It enforces order. It prevents certain… appetites from becoming inconvenient.” Virelle glanced around the chamber once more. At the glowing eyes. The sharpened expressions. The hunger that had not truly left some of their faces.

She had no other options left. Alex gently wiped away Kathy's tears and placed her hand on his chest. "I swear on my life to serve you loyally and never betray you." This was the highest oath in their tribe, requiring a blood pact. Breaking the vow would result in a violent death. Kathy didn't interrupt him and let him continue, looking at him helplessly like a trembling little animal.

But there was something much darker within it. Obsession. “And you should know one more thing…” He leaned his body closer. “If you deliberately cause trouble…” His voice was almost like a whisper. “Livia will bear the consequences.” Rossa’s body trembled instantly. The tears she had been holding back finally fell uncontrollably. She no longer tried to stop them. Those tears mixed with the blood that was still flowing from her wounds. Rossa closed her eyes. In front of this man… she always lost. Yet Robert himself stood there in silence afterward.

Third Person’s Pov "Blood oath?" asked Rosalina. "Are you being serious right now?" Her eyes widened in shock. The blood oath was a brief ritual where one cut his or her palm until one drew blood. The crimson droplet subsequently would be used to make a promise on specific terms. It was a ritual of loyalty. There weren’t many elves who dared to go through this ritual because those who went back on the promises would end up with the most painful death. "Yes, I am very serious right now, Princess Rosalina. I'm sorry, but we have to do this. We need to make sure the talk today will stay within this circle," said Alessa.

He hadn't kept his eyes nor hands off of me, it had made me feel special. With the fire crackling in the fireplace I could feel myself being lulled to sleep after listening to the light sound of the rain until he finally spoke making me look up at him. "You asked me why I can't just leave that life," he breathed staring up at the ceiling. "Truth is baby, I'm trying to," he replied releasing a heavy sigh that held within it the frustration of a man attempting to cut off any ties, "that's part of what I've been doing lately. But it's not easy to just walk away once you take the oath ." The oath he was referring to was a blood oath that was a part of a ritual that originated from Roman-Catholic