Blood Oath Series Novels & Stories

As usual, her intentional touch calms me and my beast. “Do you remember what I told you about Lillibet Llewellyn and the vow I made to protect her line until the Thirteenth Daughter?” he pauses and looks at Rose for a response. She nods, slowly, her nervous energy grows until it is almost suffocating. “Well it wasn’t just a simple vow spoken in the heat of the moment. I took a blood oath which bound me to Lillibet and every first born Llewellyn daughter from that night on. The effect of a blood oath is similar to the effect of ingesting my blood.” He drains his cup as his words seem to echo around the room.

Her knees nearly gave out, but she locked them hard. Not here, not in front of them. Edric began the vow. “I enter by blood.” Virelle forced air into her lungs. “I enter by blood.” The words were barely out before the basin pulsed beneath her hand. “I bind myself to the laws of Blood Oath Academy.” “I bind myself to the laws of Blood Oath Academy.” The silver glow deepened. “I will not betray the oath without consequence.” “I will not betray the oath without consequence.” The mark on her skin burned hotter, and a strange pressure built behind her ribs, like a second heartbeat waking up beneath her own. Edric’s gaze sharpened.

Their fate, and the fate of the Moretti dynasty, hung solely on the words I was about to speak. I looked down at the plain platinum band in Vincent's hand, then at the empty space on my finger where the Mourning Star had rested. I had spent the last week planning my revenge and my escape. But my entire identity, my entire life, was inextricably tied to the two men who now stood ready to accept their ruin. They were my first love, my first heartbreak, and now, my final, impossible choice. "Vincent," I began, my voice clear, strong, and unwavering. "You are right. I am stronger than they are. And I am profoundly tired of being an asset. I want to be a master. The one who issues the commands."

His mind, once sharp with strategy and war, now wrestled with memory. Emily had never spoken of another man. And yet, time could hide many sins. He stopped abruptly and reached for the phone again. He dialed a number known only to him and a handful of ghosts. The line connected after two rings. “Old Wolf,” a rasping voice greeted. “You don’t call unless the past is biting you.” “I need a confirmation,” Gennado said quietly. “Not documents. Not stories. Blood.” There was a pause. “You want DNA.”

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.

Meanwhile, Lucas didn't even bother to say hello, instead hiding behind Clara as if watching a show. I smiled generously and replied, "Sorry, this is a custom piece from Saint Laurent. It's not surprising that you've never seen it before." Laughter bubbled around us, and Clara's face soon turned red. She was about to retort when Ethan stepped forward and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ethan Hurrix." Ethan's last name seemed to catch Liam off guard. He hesitated but forced a handshake. "Liam Waltz." Ethan stood half a head taller, his presence clearly overpowering Liam. Combined with his prestigious surname, Liam's unease and irritation grew.

She was silver-white and ancient and exactly what the bloodline had been waiting to produce. I watched her and felt the warmth of her in my chest and understood, again, what the founding charter had said. She hadn't been late. She had been waiting for the moment that was ready for her. This was it. After a moment, both wolves settled back. The acknowledgment was done. Dane looked at us. "The oath is simple," he said. "It says what it means. No embellishment needed." He held out his right hand toward me. I placed my right hand over his, palm up. He drew the ceremonial blade across my palm, shallow and clean, and I didn't flinch. Then Xavier's hand, the same. The bowl caught what it was suppos

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

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.

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.