Crimson Oath Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Step forward, and swear your vows.” Morgan and I stepped into the circle, the full moon bathing us in its glow. His thumb traced my wrist as he spoke, his voice low but audible, meant for every ear present. “Alora Lance of the Crimson Order Pack, before the Goddess, before our pack, I pledge my life to you. My strength will shield you, my blood will answer yours. I will love you in fury and in peace, in sickness and in health, and I will protect you until my last breath.”

I have to leave as soon as possible. I go back over my books, looking to find some information on self- defense but they vary according to different cultures. The crosses, the garlic, the holy water, daylight... It all contradicts itself. Plus, it's obvious that they're not afraid of daylight. Only one thing reassures me: it seems that they lose their power at sunrise.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Joker asked putting his sharp knife and dagger on its holder insides of his coats. Wearing his signature cloak and mask, a short memory occurred to Aoi… A woman full of blood was on his embrace, why looking at the girl in front of him holding a sword, “Why did you kill them, Crimson Blade?” Surrounds with a freezing atmosphere, Aoi responded, “It was such a nasty memory that I don’t want to tell you, but I regret things before, that’s why I’m joining your organization.”

His blood pools in the bowl until his wound heals. Walking towards me he grabs my hand, “by joining their blood together I hereby bless this sacred union. Lily black, do you take the oath to stand beside Creed and protect your tribe? To put others' needs in front of yours? To stand by your mate until death do you part? If you accept this oath, swear by it now and this ceremony can commence,” he says in a strong voice. “I, Lily black, hereby accept this oath, to be queen and rule fairly beside Creed,” I say evenly, looking into Creed's eyes.

The ledger was secretly transcribed and hidden by his mother when she was his father's mistress, in order to protect herself. With the ledger in hand, he threw in his lot with the Lupos, aka the Jackals, the city's most brazenly rising family, notorious for their cutthroat tactics and disregard for honor. The Jackals were led by Carlo Lupo, a ruthless man whose name carried weight in every corner of the underworld. Carlo found Sebastian's pledge intriguing. He offered him shelter and a modest rank, allowing him to operate under the Lupo name in his schemes. At a lavish Lupo soiree meant to showcase their clout, I was there, representing the Caruso family.

The pack howled in triumph and the witches shrieked in fury. And through it all, I clung to one thing: the sight of her crawling toward me, her hands shaking and her voice hoarse. “Don’t let go,” she begged. “Kael, don’t let go.” Blood dripped from my lips. The Oathblade pulsed, drinking me dry. The Crimson Seer stepped forward, her blind eyes blazing. “The lock has been bled,” she declared. “The cage is ready. The Hollow will soon be ours.”

Aldric’s hand found hers instinctively, his grip warm and steady. The bond flared with protective intensity. “He won’t get near her,” Aldric said firmly. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re her mate.” “Yes.” The Alpha of Crimson Hollow nodded once. “That helps.” Regina blinked. “How?” “Blood Moon wolves are strongest when bonded,” Marcus explained. “The connection stabilizes their power.” She looked down at her hand still clasped in Aldric’s. The bond pulsed warmly. “So the mate bond…” “…may have awakened your abilities faster,” Marcus finished.

"I've spent seventeen years honoring a promise made on my behalf before I understood what it meant. I intend to spend whatever comes next honoring one I've made for myself." The old oath required a physical gesture, a warrior's blood mixed with the soil of the bound pack's territory, sealed before witnesses — and Dominic performed it there in the hall, a shallow cut across his palm, blood pressed into a small dish of Moonlight earth Reid had prepared in advance, the ancient words spoken clear and unhesitating.