Crimson Oath Novels & Stories

Third Person’s Pov "Blood oath?" asked Rosalina. "Are you being serious right now?" Her eyes widened in shock. The blood oath was a brief ritual where one cut his or her palm until one drew blood. The crimson droplet subsequently would be used to make a promise on specific terms. It was a ritual of loyalty. There weren’t many elves who dared to go through this ritual because those who went back on the promises would end up with the most painful death. "Yes, I am very serious right now, Princess Rosalina. I'm sorry, but we have to do this. We need to make sure the talk today will stay within this circle," said Alessa.

Damon’s POV The wind carried the scent of steel and sanctified blood. I stood atop the watchtower, eyes fixed on the horizon. The Crimson Order came like a storm. Crimson banners, golden armor, and their twisted symbol—two swords piercing a wolf's skull—fluttering like a warning from the gods. They hadn’t set foot outside their sacred mountains in decades. But now they marched toward my kingdom, declaring me an abomination and Rhea a dark queen reborn. Liars.

Inside it, a pulse of crimson light flared, flickered, and faded like a dying ember. “What is that?” I whispered. He said nothing. “Varic, what’s happening to you?” He exhaled, jaw clenched. “You want the truth? It’s a curse. The Crimson Bond.” I frowned. “I’ve heard of that. It was an old Blood Oath made between mates.” His lips curved bitterly. “Once, maybe. But this one… binds life and death. When I saved you years ago, I sealed the wound you carried with my own blood. I didn’t know it would tether us.”

Shadows surged from the rift, forming wolves with fur like burning blood, their eyes glowing with hunger. At their head stood the Daughter of the Iceborn, her silver fur glinting, her claws dripping with crimson energy. But a darker presence loomed behind her, a wolf of pure void, its form flickering, its eyes twin flames of crimson. The Moon Goddess’s shadow, the Crimson Abyss itself. “You can’t stop me,” it growled, its voice a blade across Aria’s soul. “The Oath demands his blood.” Aria’s claws flared, her body trembling with the Oath’s power.

Smoke curled upward from the scorched edges of the dais, where Aria’s power had flared in defiance, and the crimson threads of the Moon Oath still glimmered faintly in the air like sacred embers. Kael stood beside her, his aura crackling with restrained fury. His eyes scanned the chamber, meeting each surviving elder’s gaze, daring them to challenge the legitimacy of what they had just witnessed. The sacred vow Aria had evoked—the Crimson Vow—was an ancient invocation bound by blood and truth. It could not be forged. It could not be faked. And the council knew it. Elder Maelon, his robes still smoldering at the hem, stood shakily. His voice was hoarse. “What you’ve done… it violates the bala

Opening it, he revealed a slender choker made of interlocking black diamonds, centered with a flawless, teardrop-shaped crimson ruby. "A gift," Alexander rasped, his eyes locking onto hers with unshielded possessiveness. "To match the crown you're taking back tonight." He stepped behind her, brushing her hair aside. The cool touch of the black diamonds rested against her warm collarbone before he fastened the clasp. His lips lightly brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending a intoxicating spark coursing straight down her spine. "Let's go buy what's yours, Victoria," Alexander murmured near her ear

The thought made the corners of my mouth twitch, emphasizing the weight of secrecy and the need for trust. He agreed, and I took his hand and pulled a knife from my pocket. I held his hand and made a long cut in the palm of his hand. I used magic, and I said the oath, and he repeated after me. It’s a blood oath sealed by magic-this red line now ran across his palm, a symbol of our unbreakable trust. I healed him; this red line proves he made a blood oath. This secret binds him, and breaking it could have deadly consequences. If he told anyone the story about Kristina and Emrick's night when the fetus was conceived, they would not live long. The red line would run to his heart and end him, an

The word slammed into me again, the same word Sydney had spat at me like an insult I wasn't meant to understand. "What is a Crimson wolf?" The question tore out of me, desperate, hungry for an answer I'd been denied my entire life. "Crimson wolves are omegas — easy to underestimate, easy to overlook at a glance. But their minds move faster and sharper than any other bloodline that's ever existed. That gift made them hunted." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "They were the rarest bloodline the Makasi Moon Pack ever produced." So I wasn't sick. I wasn't cursed. I was the last surviving thread of something ancient and rare.

Everyone rose to their feet brimming with tension and anticipation. “With this oath which you would take today, you will become fully fledged members of the high hierarchy of witches, the defenders of humanity. But first, if you think you cannot bear to bear this responsibility I want to afford you a chance to back out now, because after taking the oath there is no regretting your choices, so step out now if you want out.” She paused for a minute, but no one moved. She nodded. “Very good. Another thing thing to note is that after you have taken this oath you can never betray the witches in any form, doing so would lead to certain death, and by betray, I mean doing something detrimental to ou

But then, it’s either my boys are not that good or you’re very good, you were not meant to escape. I shook my head again as the memories of my dead crew members stabbed at my heart. ‘’I wasn’t good. Three of my men died that day.’’ The vampire smiled. ‘’ You’re smarter than I thought you were. We don’t need to talk too much, I need your word that you’ll not try to work against us while we both bring down the Rhineharts together, do I get your word on that?’’ I laughed. ‘’ What, so I’m just supposed to give you my word and then walk out of here a free man?’’