Keep You Like An Oath Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry." I kneeled in front of my parents at the doorstep, mechanically repeating the vows I had practiced countless times. "I've realized my mistakes. I swear from now on, I will treat Jake well. Everything will be about him first. He's the best. He comes first. His life is more important than mine." As soon as I finished speaking, the director Arthur Black's voice rang out, "Cut!" This transformation reality show had finally wrapped up.

Kael had one rule he never broke. Every piece of pack business, big or small, personal or official, he handled in strict order of priority. Never missed a beat. I'm Ella, his promised mate. I'd teased him about it more times than I could count. One evening, I tossed out the same question I'd asked a hundred times before: "Our Moon Vow ceremony has to be at the top of your list by now, right?" Every time I asked, he'd change the subject. There was always something more important. I could never figure out what could possibly matter more than bonding with me. Until the night I accidentally drank wine laced with wolfsbane at a banquet. The pain was unbearable. Kael scooped me up and drove straig

Each syllable weighed upon those who heard it — not like a threat, but like inevitability. Riven repeated the words after him, the echo rolling across the hall. There was no flourish in his delivery, no attempt to add warmth or intimacy. The words were legal, binding, severe. Above blood. Above desire. Kaelin’s chest tightened. Not because she loved him — not yet — but because she recognised what he had just committed to. The oath was not a statement of courage. It was a sentence. He was no longer merely a man of honour. He was a living instrument of structure, and she was now positioned to watch it bend and fracture under pressure.

But they didn't know that Tori only took a gamble for the sake of her best course of action. Lady M and the second prince agreed and signed an oath contract. An oath contract was a sacred contract and only a few choose to use this. After signing and reading all the terms and conditions, the three burned the contract together. It was a sign that it was a promise that only the three of them knew. As nobles, Lady M and the second prince respected the oath contract, leaving Tori to feel secure.

“We can guarantee your safety and that we will work with the other packs in our alliance to get your mates and pups back.” Hope is blooming in Keegan and I don’t have to work so hard to keep his emotions in check. I let out a deep breath, my body relaxing slightly. “I give you my word, as the Alpha of the Diana Pack, that my warriors and I will do everything we can to get your families back within the week. I swear this on the moon that lights our world and on the Goddess who gives us life.” This is the most solemn oath that a wolf can make. One that can leave you and your pack desolate and destitute if you break it. This is not an oath to be taken lightly and Keegan and his pack know

“When i make you mine, i would give you all the love in the world, that is an oath.” “What if i do not fuck you right?” “I would teach you how to fuck. You do not have to worry about that baby.”

But here, tonight, under the rising moon, I felt a bond stronger than blood, stronger than fire, stronger than war. Rafe and I wolf and human, alpha and lone wolf stood together in the ruins, unbroken. And I finally allowed myself to believe that nothing, not even the distant threat of war, could undo what we had forged in blood, pain, and heartache. The moon rose higher, silver and commanding, witness to our oath. Our survival. Our bond. Our choice.

“If you try to touch her, if you even breathe her direction again, I’ll tear your throat out myself.” Thalos chuckled softly, almost kindly. “And there it is. The oath you swore without knowing it.” He stepped back, shadows wrapping him once more. “Pray you can keep it.” And then he was gone, dissolving into the night like smoke. Kael stood alone in the clearing, his chest heaving, his storm-grey eyes darker than the sky above. The Council. The girl. The fire. And the oath he hadn’t meant to make, but had made all the same.

“A House that owns your name, your blood, your time, and whatever pieces of your soul Olympus hasn’t already dressed in blue and bronze.” His throat worked once. Still, he said nothing. “And I have an oath,” I said, tapping two claws against the black-and-silver mark on my armor. “Not a ribbon. Not a convenience. Not something I slipped on for courtly drama. My oath owns the rest of my life because I gave it willingly.” “I know,” he said quietly. “No, you don’t get to know this as if knowing makes it softer,” I said, sharper than I intended. The fountain water stilled, and the courtyard seemed to lean in, greedy and breathless.

“I want to believe you.” “I will make an oath on the Goddess,” he spits out, making me gasp. An oath said in the Goddesses name is one that is bound to your soul. It’s doesn’t just make you a promise breaker and make people think twice before believing what you have to say. This type of oath is literally written on your soul, causing you immeasurable pain if the oath is ever broken, often leading to death. The only way to stop it is to complete the oath.