Blood Oath Book Novels & Stories

The servant nodded eagerly and thanked me. After breakfast, my brother asked about my plans and promised to support whatever I chose. "I want to go back to work at the Group!" I said. After becoming Draven's mate, I had given up my job as a blood-healer. A week later, I returned to the Group as the 'Chief Blood-Healer.' Within a week of my return, I single-handedly developed a serum that cured the Blood-Rot that had plagued our Elders for a century, sending shockwaves through the entire Group.

Cassian’s voice called sharply. She turned. He appeared in the doorway, face pale with fury and fear. “You were not meant to be here.” “You weren’t meant to own me,” she replied. He stepped closer. “That book isn’t what you think.” “It’s worse.” She held it up. “They all died. That’s the oath, isn’t it? One life protecting a secret until it can’t anymore.” His jaw tightened. “You’re lying to me,” she said. “Every day.” “I’m protecting you.”

“No. Let him hear it.” Lyra’s voice grew louder, carrying across the gathered pack. “When the Sundering came, when fire split the world, who stood unbroken? Not the elves, who betrayed their own. Not the vampires, who fed on the ashes. It was the wolves who endured. Our blood carried the oath to watch, to wait, to guard against fire’s return.” Kaelen stiffened. Her eyes gleamed, hungry and sharp. “So when I see you, fire-born, I do not see an exile. I see the breaking of that oath. I see a curse wrapped in flesh.”

I flipped through its pages patiently, with my eyes scanning every line, until I finally stumbled on a remedy. "Hey, Rya, come check this..." I called her softly. She came in closer, and with Oscar and Sera following behind her. They stood around me, forming an enclosed circle where everything I spoke could only be heard by them. "I was checking through the grimoire, and I just find something we've been missing," I continued, pointing my fingers at the page. "It says here that the blood oath has a weakness. The one who activates the oath must maintain it through regular rituals. Except that, the oath weakens and might eventually break," I read it out to Rya.

The oath had changed everything. In the thick deadlock, Lady Anya stepped forward, her calm voice breaking the frozen hush. “An oath has been sworn before the Heart of Ice,” she said, her voice resonant with newly found authority. “We cannot ignore it. To do so would be a profanation against the ancestors.”

“We need to stop them. Now.” John nodded, heart pounding. “But first, we must understand everything in this book.” As they pored over the ancient text, the chanting grew closer, reverberating through the stone walls like a drumbeat of doom. With time running out and the Hollow stirring, John and Sarah must decode the vow’s origin before the ritual reaches its devastating climax. John’s fingers trembled as he flipped through the brittle pages, each word heavy with meaning, each passage darker than the last. The blood vow wasn’t just a curse it was a binding promise made in desperation, sealing away a power so destructive that entire kingdoms fell beneath its shadow.

This time, something new had been scrawled at the bottom in black ink: My offer still stands. You know the cost of pride. Her hands trembled. But her jaw set. “Bastard,” she whispered. — Kieran sat in his penthouse, watching the city bleed gold through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He swirled a glass of red wine slowly, eyes fixed on the tablet in his hand. A live feed. Neera, sitting on the edge of her table, reading the contract. He admired her restraint. Most people would’ve signed the moment their brother was in cuffs. But not her. She was fire in a silk sheath.

Mom towards the front of the room and folders her legs underneath her before looking at each one of us. "So your great, great, great, great grandma Helena was the elder that insisted on a truce with the surrounding wolf packs after the Scarlet Blood War. As you all know, the Scarlet War caused a lot of witch and wolf bloodlines to go extinct. But the killing didn’t stop there, due to the rivalries between the witch covens and wolf packs. Not only were the witch and wolf hunters killing us, but we were killing each other, so a truce was something that was desperately needed. We all needed to feel safe again, so the treaty passed without too much rebellion."

she ordered. "Um... I'm not sure..." Maxmillian stuttered. "What do you mean you're not sure? What are you talking about?" Aleah demanded. "Do they really need to take the oath today? To keep the book safe, I gave it to Amelia—" "You did what?" Aleah screamed at the top of her voice. "Why would you do that?"

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the two men who cherish me above all else are absent. One is Vittorio Luciano, the only son of the Luciano family from the east, while the other is Carlos Gambino, the heir to the Gambino family from the south. This is a matter that could easily be settled with a few words, yet they try to think up all sorts of excuses to brush me off. "Anna, a gunfight has broken out at the port to the north, so I really can't step away." "I have to hold a family meeting with the elders. I can't skip it." However, the two men have barely hung up on me when I see them appear beside my adopted younger sister, Liliana Siciliano, at her coming-of-age ceremony. The