Blood Oath Book Novels & Stories

"Yes, Mr. Nelson." I gave a polite smile to Mr. Nelson but he did not respond and saw the other side. He is angry with me because he also thought that I would kill those people. From his rude behavior and bad response, my smile turned and my face turned into a serious mode and I also moved my eyes from his face to the people with confidence and put my hand onto the holy book and said: "I, Danial Den, take this oath that I will speak the truth and nothing else except for truth and clear all the things and tell every word to you through the observers of this holy book and God and our leader, Mr. Nelson Berg in front of us."

"Do you think I trust you? I may give you my body, and you'll just kill them all anyway. So, we have to take an oath first. You cannot kill any of them before or after I give you my body. You must also give them the antidote to the poison." During the time he was searching for books on male pregnancy in his beloved's library, he had found one about Elven oaths. It had explained that oaths were a sacred form of binding contracts used by Elves to ensure fairness in deals and to prevent treachery. Prince Kayziel could easily deceive him without one. But with an oath, there would be no way for Prince Kayziel to betray him without suffering the consequences.

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.

“Balance requires order. Your families defied it. The oath corrected what pride destroyed.” “It wasn’t balanced,” Juliette said. “It was bondage. You called it justice. I call it a curse.” Carrow tilted his head. “Then come. Undo what was written.” He gestured to the stone basin on the altar. Within it, dark liquid simmered - ink mixed with something more ancient. Floating in the center was a rolled scroll, sealed in blood-red wax. “The original oath,” Carrow Elias murmured. “Signed in blood. Written in vengeance. It can be broken - but not without cost.”

When the pen touched the document— Blood from her wound dripped. A red drop fell right on top of her name. Livia Moreau. She finished her signature with trembling hands. Her blood stained the contract. A promise she had never even chosen. Robert smiled with satisfaction. “Good.” He closed the folder. “Now everything is finished.” But for Livia— This had just begun. This marriage was not salvation. It was hell. And the man who would become her husband… Hated her more than anyone else in this world.

As secrets surface and desire ignites, she’s caught between a man she should fear and a passion she can’t ignore. The deeper she falls into Alexander’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s her captor… or her only chance at survival. Dark. Addictive. Explosive. Blood & Oath is a gripping mafia romance about loyalty, revenge, and a love so fierce it might just destroy them both.

That was when I realized how immature my past decisions had been. Of course, I hadn't forgotten the most important thing. After dinner, I quietly slipped into my old room and unlocked the desk drawer. Sure enough, the letter remained there, still untouched. I had no idea what Antoine had written back then, but I knew I had to read it quickly before he noticed. As I unfolded the letter, neat, youthful handwriting filled the page. It began with an apology for what happened that day, but I wasn't mad anymore. Antoine had clearly done his research. He earnestly explained the dangers of rabies and said he'd only acted out of fear for my safety.

Too many hands touched these books, too many mouths shaped numbers into fictions. One truth is already clear. The betrayal wasn’t a drunken mutiny. It was an infection in the marrow of my own circle. Officers I hired. Wolves I trusted. Orrin, who once carried me half a mile through snow after my leg snapped. Lio, who served under my father and sharpened my blades when I was still learning where to hold them. Dever, who stitched his own chest closed in the field and laughed while he did it. All of them turned against me and chose violence instead of dialogue.

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.”

Everyone stilled. “I was born Selene… daughter of Alpha Thorne of the Crescent Moon Pack.” Magnus went rigid That pack was wiped out years ago,” he said. “Destroyed in one night.” Luna nodded slowly. “Because my father broke the Hidden Oath.” The room erupted. Kael’s voice cut through the noise. “What was the oath?” Luna raised her eyes to meet his. “A blood pact made to bind a powerful force beneath the land — a spirit wolf. But someone… someone released it.”