Blood Oath 7 Novels & Stories

One of the young warriors near the back let out a quiet, “Damn.” Warren blinked. “Well… that was unexpected.” Diva didn’t wait for applause. She bowed her head slightly and walked back to her spot. The room remained quiet, unsure how to respond. Above them, unseen in the high shadows, Ronan’s spy watched. Hours later, in the forest clearing just beyond the territory’s border, the spy knelt before Ronan. “We couldn’t go through with it,” he said. “She gave a speech. It… stirred something in the pack.”

she says without turning around. "You knew I was listening last night." "Of course." "Then you know what I want to talk about." She turns to face me. Those pale eyes seem to look right through me. "The oath your bloodline swore. Yes." "Tell me everything." She sits down on one of the stones. Pats the one next to her. "Sit." I don't want to sit next to her. But I need answers. "It was your great-great-grandfather who made the original oath," she begins. "Alaric Blackwood. He was facing a war he couldn't win. His pack was outnumbered ten to one."

But here, tonight, under the rising moon, I felt a bond stronger than blood, stronger than fire, stronger than war. Rafe and I wolf and human, alpha and lone wolf stood together in the ruins, unbroken. And I finally allowed myself to believe that nothing, not even the distant threat of war, could undo what we had forged in blood, pain, and heartache. The moon rose higher, silver and commanding, witness to our oath. Our survival. Our bond. Our choice.

He bit his index finger hard until his nail broke off. “What the fuck are you doing?” Harlow gasped with his mouth open. Jack’s breath came in ragged bursts as he shook his head. “A blood oath. I’m not joking when I say I’ll be loyal to you until I die.” That night, Harlow and I watched as Jack spilled blood from his finger to create a blood oath circle. He would never betray us again and promised to stay loyal until death. The magical circle he made shimmered in silver and became a permanent tattoo on the wooden table.

“ I promise to be a loving husband to you, provide for you , support you in every way possible and always be your cheerleader for richer and poorer, in sickness and health till death do us part “. With the blood oath they took , mysterious things started happening as if they were under an irresistible spell, no matter how hard they try to run they could not escape it.

” The First Wolf suddenly gasped. “I remember.”Everyone looked toward her. “The oldest oath.” The Keeper nodded slowly. “‘Where one heart beats, the other shall answer.’ The original Aria smiled through fresh tears. “It was never poetry.” It was a promise.” The realization spread across the battlefield. The ancient oath spoken in forgotten ages had described this very moment. The joining of two willing souls. Kael looked at me. "I still don’t like it.” I laughed softly. “I know.” You never listen to me.” Not when you’re wrong.” He smiled.

Not forgotten, but finally in its proper place. The first oath had been sworn. And it had been honored. —

Weston, too, entered, his expression torn between pride and hunger. The officiant—one of Magnolia’s pale companions, eyes as empty as glass—held out the knife. Not ornate, but simple, sharp, ancient. Savannah extended her hand. The blade slid over her palm, and blood welled, rich and crimson. She let it fall into the basin. Magnolia repeated the gesture, her blood mingling with Savannah’s. Then Weston. The basin shimmered, as though the three streams of life had ignited something unseen. “Once mixed,” intoned the officiant, “there is no division. The oath is eternal. You will rise and fall together.”

“I, Kalen Drake, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Kingdom of Camelot against all enemies, foreign and domestic; never betray my kingdom, to protect it and its citizens with my life.” “I will obey the orders of the President of Camelot and the orders of the officers appointed over me. I will never do anything that will endanger the kingdom or its citizens.” “I promise to not become complacent, but to continue working hard to become a strong pillar within the Camelot military. So, help me God.” As soon as the oath was taken, an epic silence pervaded in the atmosphere of the hall as a piece of faint music ringed in the hearts of everyone. It was the music of change, the musi

They were quiet for a moment, not sure how to respond. “I don’t know what else I could possibly do to prove my sincerity,” Orion said, lowering his gaze, looking almost ashamed, like a child caught doing something wrong. “That’s why I made the oath. Only with the Sacred Flame as my witness could I promise my whole life to Ember and to you, Your Highness, that my love for her will never fade.” I stared at him, still trying to process his words. “You never told me about any of this,” I said quietly.