Got Oathkeeper Novelas e Histórias

He told me he would take an official oath sooner and only proclaim me today as his Luna. Elder Rico, one of the elders here, came close to us with the agreement and pen. “Now, Alpha Hadar and Luna Nyla, proceed with both of you taking an oath,” said Elder Rico, eyeing both of us. “Remember that this oath is official and will be valid forever. So I hope you take this seriously.” Alpha Hadar faced me. He said, “I, Alpha Hadar, will take you as my Luna ….” He then raised his right hand, signed the agreement, and stared back at me.

This was the Sovereign, a man whose authority was earned through service, whose power existed only to protect what he loved. Elena sat upon the bed, which had been draped in deep blue silk to resemble a dais. She wore a gown of silver thread that caught the candlelight, her hair braided with ribbons that matched the drapes. Her hands rested in her lap, palms upturned, empty. She was not a queen demanding fealty. She was the Oathkeeper, a woman who held the sacred trust of her people—and her partner—in her open hands. This role was hers to embody: sovereignty not as domination, but as stewardship; strength not as force, but as sanctuary.

An old man, his hair white as ash, his eyes glowing faintly blue. Racheal’s breath caught. She didn’t know him, but her bonds reacted violently—the golden thread inside her tightened, and the crimson one snarled. Both Damon and Lucas stepped in front of her at once. “Who are you?” Damon demanded, his voice like steel. The old man raised his hands slowly. “Not an enemy,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of something ancient. “I am the Keeper of the Broken Oaths. And if you wish to survive the hunter’s return, you will need to hear what I know.”

“You spell it like leash.” Threads pour from Oathkeeper’s palm—clauses knotted to cut. Heat surges in me; my tongue reaches for curses I don’t respect. The pulse hits soft, close. The cords hesitate. I shove my flame where it has wanted to go since the first page turned: Into the book. Ink blisters and screams. POV: Oathkeeper Vows do not scream. Vows obey. I have kept the Ledger since God thought obedience was how kindness stood up straight. I bleed bonds from wrists to paper for those who forget.

All she wanted right now was to be alone, but she couldn’t do it without raising suspicion. Reigna steered her in front of a crown made out of stone. She looked over her shoulders. The others were making their way to the rickety staircase. She groaned when Reigna started her pep talks. “This is the Skipper’s Oath, Beastie.” She pointed to the phrases printed in the stone. “It’s what we must always remember. Try to read it. I bet you have forgotten it as well.” Uninterested though she was, she pretended to read the oath. Just as she expected, she digested nothing but the word must and should.

” Kayley ~”Just shut the fuck up. Jackson ~”Baby you become a part of the family tonight. The reason that we all are here is to see you take the oath.” Kayley ~”Like the real real oath.” Jackson ~”Yes Kay, the real oath.” I let Kay go through our commandments then we do the whole finger prick blood thing with the burning card. Then in an instant she takes the oath and is now part of our big mafia family. But I am not finished yet. I have one more surprise.

she says without turning around. "You knew I was listening last night." "Of course." "Then you know what I want to talk about." She turns to face me. Those pale eyes seem to look right through me. "The oath your bloodline swore. Yes." "Tell me everything." She sits down on one of the stones. Pats the one next to her. "Sit." I don't want to sit next to her. But I need answers. "It was your great-great-grandfather who made the original oath," she begins. "Alaric Blackwood. He was facing a war he couldn't win. His pack was outnumbered ten to one."

"The pictures of Velenoso's oath ceremony in Sicily." "Oath ceremony?" She whispered, her brows puckered together as she thought how many times she had heard and discussed the word in the past three weeks. That man Killian also mentioned something about the oath ceremony. Aaron also took an oath and now The Velenoso has also taken an oath as well. "Is this some kind of trend nowadays to take an oath before starting a new job? Aaron also took an oath."

No one dared speak above a whisper: the moon-oath ceremony was older than any Alpha, and lying beneath its symbol was said to twist a wolf’s tongue to ash. Ophelia stood on the eastern arc, palms slick despite the chill. Maeve and Ash hovered just beyond the cordon of guards. On the western arc, Caroline appeared flanked by two retainers, her hair braided in austere coils, sable cloak hiding manacles. Beta Hawthorne stalked behind her, jaw set like quarried stone. Dylan stepped into the center. Moonlight still lingered, pale against the rising sun, enough to sanctify the vow. His voice carried without effort.

I call on Celeste our moon goddess to bear me witness as I pass down my position to her just like my father had done to me, You shall swear an oath to protect the pack at all cost, come forward nadir" my father calls for me, I process in my taking slow graceful strides towards him tuesday had finally come after years of waiting And nights of practicing I can finally be free of it, of all of it and take rightful place in the pack. He taps me on my shoulder as I walk towards him with a smile on his face he says, "You always make me proud agnes and today is not different I am always thankful for you being my daughter, now it's time for you to pledge your allegiance to the moon goddess and swear