Keep You Like An Oath Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Watchers raised their hands. “Repeat after us,” they said in perfect unison. “I am the flame that does not falter.” Her voice was strong. “I am the flame that does not falter.” “I am the howl that will not be silenced.” “I am the howl that will not be silenced.” “I am the balance that walks between stars and shadows.” “I am the balance that walks between stars and shadows.” “I am the Oath, and the Oath is me.” “I am the Oath, and the Oath is me.”

Let me guess, since I'm not entirely new to this rodeo: if we don't fulfill this oath? We will die, my demon sent. Craptastic. ***

It coiled around us like a living thing, threading through my veins and hers, sealing us in a bond that went beyond words. Paige sucked in a sharp breath, her body trembling. Her eyes locked on mine, wide and luminous. “What… what is this?” “An oath,” I said, my voice rough. “If I ever turn against you, if I ever raise my hand to harm you, may this bond end my life.” The power pulsed once, as if acknowledging the vow, before settling into a steady thrum beneath our joined hands. Her lips trembled. “Raymond…” I cupped the back of her neck with my free hand, holding her steady. “You asked which side I’m on,” I said fiercely. “This is my answer, there is no side but yours.”

"It is the rule, young Prince, and we cannot bend it for you. The oath recognizes the bond between you two, and it bound itself to you both. There is nothing to fear, so long as you do not have bad intentions, or deliberately hurt another, you are safe. The oath swearing is just a prerequisite, which helps maintain peace and stability among the species that visit one another. It also serves as a means of protection, one you'll find out during your mission." "We aren't even marked... A prerequisite, my ass," I swore quietly. This is it. The oath had already materialized itself. So all we needed to do is to keep everyone in check so no one messed up. As far as I knew, none of us here had any s

I say, “Explain the thing that you shoved into my blood without asking permission for.” He sighs as he turns back to watch his men load the cars with everything they need, and doesn't look back as he explains. "The blood oath is a control system, and commands can run both ways. Orders are passed down from one bondmate to another, with restraints triggered when someone disobeys. Pain loops correct behavior, and it has a habit of ensuring loyalty.” The bond hums under my skin as if it knows it's being talked about. I hate the feeling of it.

he called me in a whisper, a low whisper and with you, like someone who is afraid to awaken others around him. I stared. "Don’t give up" he said as his fingers pressed my "can’t give up, I swear... you’ll get better." I blinked, slow and painful. Would I go? "I never break an oath" he said as he kissed his own wrist, to then attach his little finger to mine "it’s a pinky oath, I’ll never lie to you and I say soon... you’ll get better." Oath. It was an oath. A tear fell down my cheek.

“Listen to me. Don’t fight it. Don’t run from it. Anchor it.” “I—I can’t—” My voice broke on a sob. The air burned in my lungs. “You can. Look at me.” His forehead pressed to mine, hot and grounding, his breath steady against my lips even as fire raged around us. “You’re not breaking. You’re burning into what you are. The Oath ties you to me, so hold. On. To me.” His words drilled into me like iron stakes. The fire kept raging, but for one suspended heartbeat, I clung to his gaze, his voice, the feel of his hand against my cheek.

Leaves tore free and spiraled wildly around us. “Leah” he started. But I didn’t stop. “I swear by the old gods…” The words came without thought. Without hesitation. Like they had always existed inside me. Waiting. The ground cracked slightly beneath us. A low rumble echoed outward. “And the new…” The air pulsed. Once. Twice. “I will not break this deal.” The words didn’t just leave my lips They echoed. Not around us. Through us. The moment the oath sealed itself in the air, everything responded.

It's seven-thirty AM. The school has hushed up for certain students and instructors coming. One of them is Shin Hayan, A second-year senior at a public secondary school. He made it a habit to come to school thirty minutes ahead of schedule before their classes start so he could have a chance to review his lessons. He moved toward his locker and opened it. A letter dropped. He got it and gazed at it. Again? This is the third time he got a letter from somebody. The letter exactly says a single word, however, 'I like you, Hayan, Take care always!' But with various hued envelopes each time. This time it's a shaded rose, and it smelled wonderful.

I used to feel insecure having a lot of what if in my mind. "I know Jawad he's not someone who will stop so low to humiliate a girl by pretending to be kind, just keep praying to Allah to choose what is best for you." "Thank you"