Blood Oath Series Novels & Stories

Marco placed his hand atop theirs. Three hands, three lives, one secret vow. “Blood for blood,” Damian murmured. “Love for loyalty,” Adriana added. “Death before betrayal,” Marco finished. And with that, the oath was sealed. Unbeknownst to them, the walls of the safehouse were not as impenetrable as they believed. In the crawlspace above the ceiling, a pair of eyes glittered in the dark. The spy shifted, careful not to make a sound, but his lips curved into a silent smile.

Marlow shot him down stoically, "Quit yapping. I'll buy it back for three times the original sales price." "We're not selling it." "You'll sell it because I said so. You're just a small-time lawyer. Did you truly think you could oppose the Brunsfields? I'll offer you ten times the original price. You have one day to hand the keys over to my assistant," Marlow warned him icily. Hubert was unfazed and smiled briskly before getting up to leave. "You can try. Anyway, I have work to do. Goodbye." Marlow glared intently at his departing figure and cried out, "You know where my wife is, don't you? Since she asked you to deliver the documents, that must mean you two are in contact!"

Elliot enquired "Yeah I think the name is one Sarah but we found a purse with an ID named Ariah something I can't remember it's a little bit confusing" "Okay, thanks for the help, sir," he said and extended out his hand for a handshake. "Oh yes sir I'm glad I could help," He said and extended his hand too to receive the handshake and we left the scene "What was that all about" I asked him "Seeking permission so we wouldn't end up in trouble by tampering with the evidence and the corpse trust me you wouldn't want to end up on their bad side" Elliott said

“Damien.” He wiped it with the back of his hand. “I’m fine.” “If you say that one more time, I’m going to haunt you before this house gets the chance.” His mouth twitched. Then pain cut across his face. He gripped the edge of the cradle. The room sharpened around us. “What can you tell me without it hurting you?” I asked. His breathing steadied slowly. “That the oath was made by my bloodline after the Frost queens were buried.”

“Did you—” “A pack member helped,” he said quickly, gaze flicking away in clear discomfort. “You were unconscious.” “Right. Because of course I was.” She looked back at him. “Start talking.” He stepped closer, slow enough not to crowd her. Like approaching a skittish animal. “I’m Kael,” he said. “I lead the wolves you saw last night.” “Lead as in…?” “Alpha.” She stared at him. “You’re telling me werewolves are real. And you’re their boss.”

It seemed to be reaching out toward Cassian, like a dog straining at a leash. "The Velvet Oath is not a contract written in ink," Cassian said, stepping closer. The air around him felt electric, charged with a power she couldn't name. "It is a blood-bond with the void. It kept this world stable for centuries, fed by the lineage of the Vale and the Dray. When your mother fled, the balance broke. The shadows grew restless. They began to hunt on their own." He held out a hand. "You feel it, don't you? The ache in your chest? The feeling that you’ve been fasting for a lifetime?"

It was a sealed box. Arthur’s face finally lost its composure. “What are you doing? You’re locking yourselves in with me.” “No, Arthur,” I said, my voice cold. “I’m locking you in with us.” Toby didn’t wait. He moved with the speed of a predator, his fist connecting with Arthur’s jaw before the lawyer could reach for a weapon. Arthur hit the floor, his scotch glass shattering against the cedar. Toby was on him in an instant, his hands finding the throat of the man who had blessed our marriage.

Alessia crossed the room and struck his uninjured shoulder. He winced. “There she is.” Then she threw her arms around him. “You cannot keep returning from the dead. It’s becoming emotionally exhausting.” “I’ll try to be more considerate.” Dante spoke with Enzo near the window. Hale had been placed under guard in another wing, surrounded by federal officers from outside his network. Matteo’s delivery had worked. Evelyn Price released the body-camera recording across every major news platform. By morning, Hale’s department had issued a warrant for his arrest.

I say, “Explain the thing that you shoved into my blood without asking permission for.” He sighs as he turns back to watch his men load the cars with everything they need, and doesn't look back as he explains. "The blood oath is a control system, and commands can run both ways. Orders are passed down from one bondmate to another, with restraints triggered when someone disobeys. Pain loops correct behavior, and it has a habit of ensuring loyalty.” The bond hums under my skin as if it knows it's being talked about. I hate the feeling of it.

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