Novel & Cerita Crimson Oath

This was the first time that I had witnessed a blood oath being performed, but no amount of literature prepared me for it. “Do you swear to never betray our pack and alliances?” “I do.” The circling blood began to move up his forearm now. Fuck. Where was Chris when you needed to show him cool shit? Oh yeah. He was at the pack, being responsible and shit as acting Alpha. The fucker was missing out right now. I would just have to share this memory with him tomorrow. “Do you agree to forfeit your life if you break this oath?” “I do.” Ziyah’s nails cut through her own skin, allowing it to do the same Matrix shit before she placed it on top of his wound. Their blood braided together and wrapped a

“That looks hot. I’ll take it off once you pledge your loyalty to our guild. Trust me, I’m a nice person, and I really don’t want to do this. Rhae was breathing heavily; the lamp was burning through her legs, she would drop it eventually. There was no escape here. Rhae turned to Kaia, her best friend, who was panicked and broken. “Fine, I’ll do what you want and I won’t try to escape again.” “Would you mind doing the blood oath?” Icran smiled, pulling out a dagger. He cut his palm, then cut Rhae’s. He placed his palm onto hers, mixing their blood.

For a brief moment, Azrael's expression shifted and his hardened exterior cracked just enough to reveal something deeper. The CRIMSON VOW - the unspoken oath he made to himself, erupted in his heart. He would protect this woman, no matter the cost. It wasn't just possession anymore. There was something primal, something fierce inside him that recognized her as his to protect, to keep safe from anyone who might harm her. Zafira could sense it too, though she didn't yet understand it. There was a change in the air and something was about the way he looked at her, as if she had become more than just another woman in his dangerous world.

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.

Alexis smiled, her voice dripping with honey as she said, "I vow it." Conan gritted his teeth, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth as the vows were spoken. This wasn’t right. None of it was right. The officiant raised his hands, signaling the final part of the ceremony. "Then, by the power vested in me as the pack’s ceremonial elder, I hereby pronounce you Alpha and Luna of the Royal Crimson Pack. May your bond be strong, and may your leadership bring us prosperity and peace." As the final words were spoken, Lorenzo reached out and clasped Alexis’s hands. Conan watched in silent horror as Lorenzo lowered his head and marked her, biting down gently on the soft skin of her neck. The room erupt

the warrior asked me again. Without further ado, I knew that I had to give an answer. "If you promise that my maid, Ophelia, my assistant, Andreas, and the people who supported me are safe and sound, I’ll marry you." For a while, the Crimson Warrior was looking at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's a deal then," he responded. ***

“Do whatever needs to be done to get rid of the cause of all this pain and ruin. If it’s blood you need, then you shall have mine in abundance. Take it and do what must be done.” “—Father…” Pyra whimpered as her father held her tight. “I can’t let you go. I just got you back.” Alpha Xavier didn’t waver. He held Pyra by her shoulder and looked her right in the eyes. “What is the first and true duty of a Crimson Alpha?” “Father, just—“ “Tell me, Pyra. What is it?” “To… Protect the realm and keep eternal peace. To worship not ourselves but the people of the realm. Only then can a crimson be called a crimson.” Pyra said through teary sobs.

Born of three bloods, raised in disguise, The forgotten one will rise. Four princes will hunt, four hearts will claim, But only one will speak her true name. In the academy where lambs are led, The hunter shall become the hunted instead.* My hands trembled as I pushed the journal away. "This is crazy." "This is your destiny," Nana corrected. "And now that you've been selected for Crimson Moon Academy, it's begun." "I won't go," I said firmly. "I'll refuse. I'll run away."

"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.

Students backed away as I approached, eyes wide, whispers sharp. Elias’s smirk widened. “Here he is. The beast himself.” My fists clenched at my sides. “Say it again.” His eyes gleamed. “She’s not worthy. You’re not worthy. You’re blinded by an omega’s scent, and it’s going to destroy you.” My wolf snarled. My chest burned. The crowd waited, breathless, phones lifted. And then I spoke. “Blood Oath.” Gasps exploded around us. The words were old. Ancient. A vow written in the bones of wolves. Not spoken for decades.