Blood Oath Book Novels & Stories

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.

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Suddenly, a surge of memories overwhelmed her—a vivid flashback to her childhood. --- *Flashback: The Oath* A younger Luna stood in a moonlit grove, her mother, Lady Elara, guiding her through a sacred ritual. The air was thick with anticipation as Luna recited the ancient words, binding herself to a legacy she scarcely understood. "This oath," Elara whispered, "is our lineage's burden and strength. It will protect and challenge you in equal measure." As Luna completed the ritual, a searing pain coursed through her, marking the inception of her hidden power.

"What lie?" "The lie that you are ordinary. The lie that you are weak. The lie that others must lead you. You, Naomi, are meant to lead. You carry the blood of the first Oathed." My heart raced. I had no clue what she was talking about. "What’s the Oathed?" She turned to face me fully now, her white eyes glowing. "The ones who swore their lives to the truth. To protect the bloodline. The blood oath isn’t just a story it’s a bond. It’s magic, and it's tied to your very soul."

“I wanted the truth from you, and I gave you me in return. But you don’t own me, Edmondo. That wasn’t part of the deal.” His jaw tightens. I can see his restraint visibly crumbling. “We made an oath, Cara,” he growls. “A blood oath. You were there. I, as well, saved your life from your father. You owe me.” “You saved me, yes,” I spit. “But that doesn’t mean you own me.” “Yes, it does,” he says, closing the distance between us in two long strides. His hands are on me before I can react. His lips crushes against mine.

I feel his warm lips crash into mine and I completely melt into his embrace. One hand travels up my back, the other wiping my tears from my cheeks, as his arms grow tighter around me. “Monsters will never make my Queen quiver in fear, they will never make her cower, and they will never lay another fucking finger on her.” His words sound like an oath. “I vow that sacred oath, my Queen. As long as I am around that will never be something you have to worry about.” He says, the love just pouring from his lips.

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.]

“Any oath, I will take.” The Image let out a sigh. “Very well then.” Immediately the chains came off and The Figure sat upright with the his remaining strength to have a better look at the abductor. The Image produced a book with a brown tattered cover and placed it before The Figure and he placed his hand on it. “Say after me: ‘I,” The Image began. “I.” The Figure replied. “Your name.” The figure said his name. “Will serve god with all my heart and might, that I will follow god, and do his biddings. I will kill for god, I will live for god.”

She sat down next to him, "If you are truly ours...what can you say of the blood oath sworn at the riverbend?" Elijah searched through his fragmented memories and every dream. He did recall there was an oath of that sort, but he didn't know how to explain it well, purely following instinct as he answered, "That oath was made to bind more than flesh. It was about trust. About never abandoning one another, even if the river floods, even if the world burns. I don't remember the words...But I know the weight of them. And I swear to you now, I'll uphold it. Whether I remember or not,"

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.