Novel & Cerita Blood Oath Series

"Now do we have a deal or not?" "We have a deal." Garrett pulled out a ceremonial knife, its blade glowing with runes. "Blood oath. The old way. Unbreakable." One by one, we each cut our palms and let the blood drip into a ceremonial bowl. Garrett added his own blood, then began chanting in a language I didn't recognize. The air grew heavy. Oppressive. Power crashed over us in waves, sealing the oath into our very souls. When it was done, I felt the oath settle into place—a weight on my chest, a binding that couldn't be broken without severe consequences.

No movement. I pulled against the ropes. They dug into my skin but did not budge. They were tied well. "GUARDS!" I shouted. "IVAN! MIKHAIL! ANYONE!" Still no answer. My mind raced. What was happening? Who would dare do this to me? Ivan. Ivan had shot me with that dart. He had claimed to be following orders. But whose orders? Who had the authority to order my own men to drug me? To tie me up like an animal?

Eyes widened, breath stolen. Then the world shifted. Darkness swirled around them, thick like fog. But they weren’t in the chamber anymore. They stood together in a memory not their own. They saw Ronan—kneeling before a blood altar, carving the spell into the earth, his hands soaked in crimson. A false bond forged through a drop of Diva’s blood and a strand of Derek’s hair, bound under a moonless sky. The spell linked them, tethered their fates without consent. They felt the binding pull of it—the chains pressed against their souls, the way it had fed off their pain, their anger, their longing.

“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.

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

The black veins on his skin pulsed erratically as the darkness inside him sensed the rising tide of human passion. “Tell me again, tell me you are really staying– because once I have you properly claimed, there is no going back.” he demanded huskily, breaking the kiss just enough to look into her green eyes. “I am staying by your side no matter what,” Amelia said clearly. The finality in her voice seemed to break the last of his internal resistance. A shudder ran through his body as he processed her absolute commitment. “Good,” he breathed, the word filled with a mixture of possession and reverence. “Because now that you have said it, I am not letting you go.” His hands moved from her waist

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

But here, tonight, under the rising moon, I felt a bond stronger than blood, stronger than fire, stronger than war. Rafe and I wolf and human, alpha and lone wolf stood together in the ruins, unbroken. And I finally allowed myself to believe that nothing, not even the distant threat of war, could undo what we had forged in blood, pain, and heartache. The moon rose higher, silver and commanding, witness to our oath. Our survival. Our bond. Our choice.

Blood stained his shirt from multiple wounds, but he was walking under his own power, his eyes blazing with the satisfaction of survival. "Is it over?" I asked, though I could see the answer in his expression. "It's over," he confirmed. "The Architect is dead. His allies are dead or captured. The threat to our family is ended." "Good," I said simply. He looked down at Dmitri's body, his eyes showing a complex mixture of emotions, betrayal, anger, and perhaps a small amount of grief for the friend he thought he'd known. "Twenty years," he said quietly. "Twenty years of lies."

"Talk to me." Raymond looks at the photograph for a long time. When he looks up his face is different. Not the practiced stillness of a careful man. Something under that. Something older and more tired. "Carr is not his real name," Raymond says. Nadia waits. "His real name is Thomas Wren. He went into deep cover in the late nineties as part of an operation so classified that only six people in the Bureau knew it existed. The operation was called SILENT LEDGER." Raymond folds his hands on the table. "It was designed to place a long-term asset inside organized crime networks at the highest level. Not to build cases. Not to make arrests. To manage. To keep certain operations contained. To make