Novel & Cerita Blood Oath 7

Dani quickly caught him and helped him to sit on the sofa again. “It’s done. Khalid has made what I suppose you could call an unbreakable vow. We call it the blood oath. Anything we say to him, he cannot repeat or use in a way that could harm us. The blood oath will take every drop from his veins if he does.” Isis explained, looking a little wobbly herself. I quickly moved to wrap my arm around her so she’d stay upright. “You didn’t have to push yourself.” I whispered, nuzzling her neck.

The blood oath was a bond among people, who swear their loyalty and confraternity to each other, connecting them through their blood. The bond allowed the tied ones to communicate through the mental conversations. I was going to be tied to the bond that all the soldiers, and guards share with the royal family.

Dani quickly caught me, helping me back to sit on the sofa again. “It’s done. Khalid has made what I suppose you could call an unbreakable vow. We call it the blood oath. Anything we say to him, he cannot repeat or use in a way that could harm us. The blood oath will take every drop from his veins if he does.” Isis explained, looking a little shaky herself.

Harry’s hand trembled slightly as he took the report. But in the next moment, his eyes returned to their previous viciousness and cruelty. “I didn’t expect your deceitful methods to become so sophisticated. Now you can even bribe the hospital for a report!” After saying this, Harry forced me to kneel in front of Emily and apologize. With each bow, humiliation washed over me. Seeing Harry so biased towards her, Emily felt an unspoken sense of triumph, but she still maintained a gentle facade.

Alexander, Tyler, and Jake followed suit, their expressions solemn. We stood in a circle, our hands joined over the bowl, and I began the oath. "I, Sophia, Luna of the Shadow City, pledge on behalf of the werewolves that we will never harm humans. If we break this covenant, I willingly offer my soul to the Moon Goddess." One by one, Alexander, Tyler, and Jake repeated the oath, their voices steady and resolute. The room seemed to hold its breath as the binding words filled the air, sealing our commitment to peace with the weight of centuries of conflict behind them.

I didn't know what he saw in my eyes but he faltered, a sense of dawning realization about him that was equally despondent and heartbreaking to look at. I continued, “Should I lie, may lightning strike me down. May I lose my life, my reputation, my title. May I die miserable and my body be fed to wild dogs. May I never receive the Moon Goddess’ blessings for as long as I exist in this world and the next.” The oath was completed and gradually, in what felt like a defining move against an enemy, I lowered my bloody hand. “Now, Alaric,” My tone was hushed. “Can you swear the same?”

I asked. Dante’s hands moved with the ritualistic memory of an old reader. He produced a chalice, candle wax, and a dagger that had been used in blood pacts so many times the metal had a worn patience. “You ink your names. You cut your palms. The words are read aloud. The first to break the oath — by action or by curse — melts. If it is external, the signer dies. If it is mutual, both die. There are clauses for heirs, for succession, for erasure. It is absolute.” “And the cost?” I said. “You said there’s a way to make it less… savage.”

I did not look at him but I could see him through the corner of my eyes while I kept my attention on my son. On the pale curve of his face… On the faint rise and fall of his chest. The priestess began the oath. “I swear before the moon and the blood that binds us.” Anton hesitated “Say it.” Kade coldly said And Anton’s voice trembled. “I swear before the moon and the blood that binds us.” “I will speak the truth.” “I will speak the truth.” He replied. “And nothing but the truth.” “And nothing but the truth.” He replied again.

"They chose to submit to Silver Moon rather than be destroyed." Tucked inside the scroll was a photograph, taken by a pack member the moment Corbin surrendered the Alpha's scepter at the elder council. He was on his knees. His once-proud golden eyes were dull and lifeless. He looked like a lone wolf, utterly defeated and cast out. "Ladies and gentlemen," the officiant's voice carried from the beach. "The ceremony is about to begin." I stood. "Let's go." Just as we stepped out of the tent, a desperate howl echoed from the distance.

The fire surges again, gold licking at the sky, as if it approves. Mara steps forward, voice carrying like thunder. “The Alpha and his Omega stand as proof of the oath we all share. Blood given freely. Bonds forged not in fear, but in love.” I can feel the hum of it in my bones. The pack bows their heads, and for a heartbeat, I almost believe in gods. Then Ronan ruins it, in the best possible way. He turns to me, grips my jaw, and bites. Not the polite kind of bite. Not the one that hides behind ceremony. The kind that claims. That promises. That marks. That makes my cock hard and my legs weak.