Keep You Like An Oath Novels & Stories

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.

☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒ “Emily, my Queen. I’m Oliver’s mate.” “Oh,” I said simply, “You do know that he was banished for treason, right?”

"I know I can't bear it, he and I are very similar, both dependent on others." She said sadly, "I just don't understand, why are people's vows so fragile?" "What about the oath?" He smiled softly, "Oaths are just words on the lips, there are vows that shouldn't be kept in the heart." She was a bit curious: "You understand so well, have you also made an oath? Or . . . someone else has made such an oath with you?"

My men were trained and they were loyal to me, to my mafia and I always try my best to care for them, for anyone working for me and I’ve made sure it stayed that way. “I didn't… I didn't have a choice!” Darius groans loudly, sniffling. “He was going to hurt them… he took them… I couldn't let him hurt them. I couldn't…Please…” The room is quiet when I speak again. “What is the oath?” I ask quietly, my voice cracks into the coldness of the room and I push Darius face to mine and his lips trembled. “Say it.” “Bond…” He starts slowly, his voice shaky, and he gulps down a bit of his fears with the only moisture in his mouth. “Bond with blood, we are one, as family, heart and soul…. And for each o

I hope the seasons magic don't skip me. *************************************** Complement of the season to you all and a happy new year in advance❤️. We have just two more chapter to complete "LIKE A BROTHER". I hope you are excited. I hope we have our own mantras we use to remind ourselves that life is worth living or something to always hold unto when things gets hard. Cause believe it or not, the hurdles will eventually pass. Thanks for reading and don't forget to drop a vote❤️.

Some oaths cannot be broken. The thought tumbles in my mind. “It is true. The consequences can be dire when breaking a promise. An oath is sworn with your life.” Theia warns. “A witch is nothing without her word. Our whole existence is built upon the truth that words are powerful and have meaning. A covenant is an agreement, but an oath is a solemn promise. Breaking an oath is not a simple undertaking. The consequences of such actions can be catastrophic and change who you are entirely. To break an oath is a choice of darkness. Embracing the worst that this world has to give.” Asteria chimes in.

"I need you to help me keep this oath." "What kind of help can I possibly give?" I wonder. "You can serve as a reminder by grounding me to the here and now," he explains. "I do not want to swear an oath I cannot keep. If I start to grow thin, or glow, squeeze me as tightly as you can. Do not hold back. Do not let go."