Got Oathkeeper Novels & Stories

“You wish to prove your worth. To earn release from the oath through demonstration of value.” “Yes.” “Very well. Win, and the oath is released. Lose, and I take not three lives but five. You, your mate, your firstborn, and two others of my choosing.” The Broker’s eyes brightened. “Do you accept these terms?” Kiera hesitated for only a moment. “I accept.” “Then…” “You can’t have my mama!” The voice rang out clear and strong despite. Everyone turned to see Eli pushing through the crowd of warriors who’d been supposed to keep him in the safe house.

I said, stepping closer to force him to meet my gaze, "is complete and absolute obedience. I am a Healer, not a servant. To cure your Pack, I must have access to all records, all afflicted wolves, and all resources. In the field of medicine, Alpha Kael, I am the ultimate authority." I extended my gloved hand. Not for a handshake, but to present an ancient, dark metal talisman from my satchel-a symbol of my assumed authority. "Sign this with your hand, Alpha. Swear an oath before your Pack that you will not question my methods, movements, or commands. I am either your equal, or I am nothing. Choose now."

They placed their foreheads against the cold stone. "We swear," the Alpha of the Pacific Pack whispered, his voice rough. "Not to rule, but to guard. Not as subjects, but as shields." "We swear," the others echoed. It was an ancient oath, one that hadn't been spoken since the days of the First Kings. It wasn't a pledge of fealty to a tyrant; it was a promise to protect the future. Ethan watched them. He felt a fierce, terrifying pride swell in his chest. "Rise," Ethan commanded.

My hands did what they were trained to do—grip his broad back, match his rhythm. This was the interest I had to pay on my mother's debt. Suddenly, he stopped. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at the marks on his neck. "You see this?" he rasped, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Not curious who did it?" My heart skipped a beat, but I kept the perfect, fake smile plastered on my face. "I'm your canary, Rocco, not your wife." I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his Adam's apple. "It's not my place to wonder where my keeper has been."

The Priest spoke as he turned towards Lucian. "I do," Lucian immediately replied as his face lit up like he had won one of the biggest battles of his life. The priest then turned towards Nina, " and Do you, Nina Walker, take this man, Lucian Frederick, to be your husband, according to God’s holy decree; do you promise to be to him a loving and loyal wife, to cherish and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, to be faithful only to him as long as you both shall live?"

The oath had changed everything. In the thick deadlock, Lady Anya stepped forward, her calm voice breaking the frozen hush. “An oath has been sworn before the Heart of Ice,” she said, her voice resonant with newly found authority. “We cannot ignore it. To do so would be a profanation against the ancestors.”

When she turned to the entrance with a sharp frown, she did a double-take. Isla gently nudged the man forward. "I already spoke to him. He's a pleasant young man." "You flatter me, ma'am. I'll do my best to live up to your expectations." It was Hubert Klein, Ameera's lawyer. He was dressed in a black tracksuit, and when he stood at the doorway, his silhouette was outlined by the sunlight pouring in from outside. His smile was just as warm as the sunlight. Ameera got up and seemed taken aback. "Hubert? What brought you here?"

“Are you sure?” Luna didn’t hesitate. “I was born of flame. I was shaped by war. I was fractured by prophecy. But I choose this.” Aria placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Then I stand with you.” The Grove pulsed in agreement. The Flamekeeper’s Oath was ancient. Older than the queen. Older than the Grove. It bound the bearer to the flame—not just in power, but in purpose. Luna would no longer be a spark. She would be the keeper. The guardian. The guide.

She couldn't read the language. Yet somehow... She understood it. The words formed clearly in her mind. "The Keepers may fall, but the Guardians shall remain." Nova whispered the sentence aloud. Kieran's eyes widened. "The Guardian Oath." "What does it mean?" "It means..." He stopped, struggling to remember. "...we weren't alone." A loud crash interrupted him. The prison doors at the far end of the chamber burst open. Not from the Shadow Fangs. From the staircase leading above. Everyone turned.

He knelt before the stone altar and made a solemn oath to the sacred relic that symbolized the pack's highest faith. "I, Derek Blackwood, as Alpha of this pack, with the departed spirit of Grand Elder Fenrir as my witness, swear I will never seek out Katherine Vance again or disturb her life. If I break this oath, I willingly accept the Moon Goddess' harshest punishment. I'll lose my Alpha power and die alone." As the oath left his lips, the moonstone glowed faintly, as if witnessing this solemn promise. After making the vow, Derek became a different person.