Keep You Like An Oath Novels & Stories

Old, forgotten, eternal. Joel’s grip on her hand tightened. His voice cut through the storm, sharp and commanding. “Say the words. Seal it.” Her lips parted, and the oath rose unbidden, ancient syllables spilling from her tongue as though she had spoken them before in another life: “With blood I bind, with truth I sever, with will I stand. No chain shall hold me, no shadow consume me. By the moon, by the fire, by the bond—so it shall be.”

“You carry fire that was never meant for mortal blood. You are a danger to every soul who draws breath. Even she cannot shield you from what you are.” Elira’s voice cut like steel. “He is under my protection. Bound by my Oath.” The elf’s lip curled. “Your Oath is a chain. It blinded you, and it will destroy you.” For a heartbeat, the forest seemed to hold its breath. Kaelen felt the fire stir inside him again, eager to leap free, to burn these strangers who dared to threaten him. But he clenched his fists, forcing it down. Then another voice spoke, softer, from behind the line of hunters.

” The First Wolf suddenly gasped. “I remember.”Everyone looked toward her. “The oldest oath.” The Keeper nodded slowly. “‘Where one heart beats, the other shall answer.’ The original Aria smiled through fresh tears. “It was never poetry.” It was a promise.” The realization spread across the battlefield. The ancient oath spoken in forgotten ages had described this very moment. The joining of two willing souls. Kael looked at me. "I still don’t like it.” I laughed softly. “I know.” You never listen to me.” Not when you’re wrong.” He smiled.

“Did you—” “A pack member helped,” he said quickly, gaze flicking away in clear discomfort. “You were unconscious.” “Right. Because of course I was.” She looked back at him. “Start talking.” He stepped closer, slow enough not to crowd her. Like approaching a skittish animal. “I’m Kael,” he said. “I lead the wolves you saw last night.” “Lead as in…?” “Alpha.” She stared at him. “You’re telling me werewolves are real. And you’re their boss.”

Not with command. With attention. The decree steadied slightly. All three of us froze. “You did that,” the newborn god whispered. “I did not command it,” I said quickly. “But it responded,” he said. Kieran stepped closer to me. “Try again.” Another tremor hit. Oath law flickered hard. I swallowed. “If I reach again” “Carefully,” Kieran said. I closed my eyes. I did not push. I did not demand it. I remembered the purpose of the oath. Promise. Trust. Weight of words. The flicker slowed. Then steadied.

I did not look at him but I could see him through the corner of my eyes while I kept my attention on my son. On the pale curve of his face… On the faint rise and fall of his chest. The priestess began the oath. “I swear before the moon and the blood that binds us.” Anton hesitated “Say it.” Kade coldly said And Anton’s voice trembled. “I swear before the moon and the blood that binds us.” “I will speak the truth.” “I will speak the truth.” He replied. “And nothing but the truth.” “And nothing but the truth.” He replied again.

She hissed then she turn around and I saw a guy taller than me in few inches. The guy looks likes one of those what Chloe said to me, worship the ground she walk? Yeah yeah something like that. Funny is that she think that I will intimidating with a guy? Huh? Is she looking down on me? A guy? Really? I think she told something on him, makes him grin and nodded at her. "So a few stitches on your babe!" She said while kissing the guy just right in front of me. What the fuck? These guys seriously disgusting pigs.

“Your heart will rupture, your blood will boil in your veins, and your soul will shatter. Slowly. You’ll wish for death but it won’t come swiftly.” I swallowed. The oath was in some old dialect—ancient, vowel-heavy, with a rhythm like a drumbeat. I repeated the words as best I could, feeling the power lock into place with each syllable. By the time I finished, the red light in the circle flared. I gasped in shock because I honestly wasn’t expecting anything to happen. I stumbled back as the leader stepped into the glow. “You are one of us now,” he said. “A Forsworn initiate. Until death or deeper.”

“That’s insane.” “It’s protective.” “It’s stalking.” “That too.” He snaps back without shame. "You are mine, I keep a close eye on my property." Obsession is the most natural thing in the world to him. “You can leave if you want,” Leon says finally, gesturing to the open doors. “What?” “You heard me.” He pushes away from the bookshelf and walks toward me slowly, each measured step making my pulse jump harder. “Nobody’s forcing you to stay here.” “That’s not true.”

He was so oblivious, so lacking in tact. Emerson's throat bobbed, and slowly, he sank to one knee. His voice was slightly hoarse as he asked, "So… will you?" Of course, I would. Those rotten, dark days were behind us. At last, we could finally stand in the sunlight and embrace each other without any fear.