Got Oathkeeper Novels & Stories

The world narrowed to the faint glow beneath her skin. *She chose you.* I looked away. The being’s next words felt like ice. “And now you must choose her.” I clenched my jaw. “I already did.” “Not with words,” the being said. “With oath.” “Oath?” Vaughn echoed. “What oath?” The being turned its hollow gaze toward the sky. “The oath of the Keeper’s Guard.” Rowan blinked. “Guard? Like… soldier?” “No,” the being said. “Guard. As in the one who holds the Keeper’s heart. The one who anchors her to this world.”

They stood calmly, ears forward, as though waiting for a new command. Across the chamber the Keeper had fallen to one knee. The staff lay beside it, its tip dark. When it raised its head the mask looked cracked, hairline fractures running from eye socket to jaw. “What have you done?” it asked, but this time its voice was thin, almost human. Ava pushed herself upright. “We shared it,” she said simply. “We swore a new oath. Not one life for all the rest, but all of us for each other.” The Keeper’s fingers curled. “That was not permitted.”

Maybe because I know the weight that comes with it. All four candidates step up to the altar and kneel. The elder conducting the ceremony in my place starts. "Tonight, we induct four hunters. Four brave souls who have already protected this world and have committed to do so til their last breath. Please repeat the hunter's oath". I have been telling Stella the oath since her mother died. They all speak in unison and proudly. "We offer our lives to protect the night for the Moon Goddess. We will uphold the honor of hunters and hunt those who aim to destroy any part of this world and protect those who can not protect themselves".

I muttered, breaking the silence. Aric glanced at me. “They are bound by a blood oath. If they knowingly misjudge a case, it can kill them.” I explained. Aric nodded. “So it had to be one of the Keepers,” “Find out which one of them ruined my chance to get justice for my mate.” Aric’s expression hardened. “I will.” “Dig into everything,” I added. “Their movements. Their connections. Who they’ve spoken to recently. I want every detail.”

Kurt began holding the scepter up. “I, Kurt Stephan Alder, do swear that I will well and truly serve the Silverclaw Pack as their Alpha, and I will do right to all manner of people after the laws and usages of this pack, without fear or favor, affection or ill will. So help me, Goddess.” Kurt gave his oath.

It was time for me to take the oath, a sacred vow that would bind me to my people and my destiny. The elder’s voice echoed through the field as he recited the ancient words, each syllable resonating with power and tradition. When it was my turn, I raised my hand and swore to protect and honor the pack and the kingdom, to uphold their laws, and to lead with wisdom and strength. My voice trembled slightly, but my resolve was unwavering.

He growled at the seer who responded with a nod, picked up his staff, and began to chant incantations while I sat in silence awaiting his instructions with regrets knowing I hadn't the will power to fight him. "What are you ready to give in return?" The seer asked after a series of incantations and funny dances, "Speak." "I don't understand-" "You have to give something up when taking the oath because when you go back on it, what you gave up becomes your doom." Hector was the one who explained and the seer nodded. "I thought anyone who goes back on it has to undergo a punishment decided on by the other leaders, no one mentioned anything about giving something up." "He will give up his mate a

I smiled and before I could even voice my agreement, I was interrupted. "You would have to go through protocol if you were to stay," Dominic said with out an ounce of emotion in his tone. I knew he didn't like Claire. In a way he blamed her and her father for the people we lost to the rogues on that haunted day. She reminded Nic of her father and he hated it. Nic's hatred for the dead man knew no bounds. I looked at Nic before meeting Claudia's gaze as she spoke. "Being initiated into a pack doesn't require protocol. It's swearing my loyalty to you as my Alpha and having an initiation..."

Karl asks and points to his waist. Harken chuckles and lowers his jeans to show off the tattoo he got in honour of the homeless dog he and Nate had found when they were 10. Harken was living in one of the rundown foster homes he was shipped off to in the shabby south part of downtown Bisbee, having met Nate after Harken was found spray painting the back of the gas station downtown.

I assured her. “Alright, come on. We’ve wasted enough time gossiping about our mates and their dicks. The oath ceremony is going to start.” Aurelia sighed, grabbing my arm again. I let her pull Isis and me along. I gulped as I looked at the stage where Logan and John both stood, and the sheer number of pack members gathered around.