Kingdom Of Heaven Knights Oath 소설 & 이야기

Are they ready?” he asked one of the servants behind him. “Yes sire, I taught them everything. They are ready to recite the oath.” “... very well.” he lifted up his arm with the sleeve and suspended it in mid-air, waiting. The servant threw a wave to the crowd and they all started chanting in unison. “WE PLEDGE OUR ALLEGIANCE TO THE ALMIGHTY KING. WE REWARD OUR SOUL TO BE UNDER HIS WING. WE GRANT HIM POWER TO GUIDE US. OH HAIL THE GREAT KING...LADZGERY TYNDALE!!!”

Thorn said, analyzing the situation, “Leave one side door open—the one in the kitchen. Just say the healer might need to leave to fetch some herbs. Take a man with you, hide yourselves well. I’ll join you soon.” Hugo nodded and quickly strode off. At the great hall of the prince castle, twelve dark knights, fully armored with kite shields and knightly swords, stood with pride and devotion for their prince. No one knew the true identities of the twelve onyx knights. Their order of chivalry was an odd mixture, made up of knights from all ranks. The existence of the order was a violation of the traditional rules themselves, and each member was personally chosen by Thorn. It was rumored that the

Suddenly, a surge of memories overwhelmed her—a vivid flashback to her childhood. --- *Flashback: The Oath* A younger Luna stood in a moonlit grove, her mother, Lady Elara, guiding her through a sacred ritual. The air was thick with anticipation as Luna recited the ancient words, binding herself to a legacy she scarcely understood. "This oath," Elara whispered, "is our lineage's burden and strength. It will protect and challenge you in equal measure." As Luna completed the ritual, a searing pain coursed through her, marking the inception of her hidden power.

“But the chamber is too large for just you and I to search without wasting time. We'll need help.” “You want us to tell people about the chamber…” I said in sudden realization. “Yes.” He said. “Rowan, Kael, Draven, Lyra, Vanessa and Kaida have proven their loyalty to us. I think we can trust them, but they will have to sweat an unbreakable oath just in case.” My brows furrowed in confusion. “An oath? What type of oath?” “A blood and magic oath.” He answered. “It's a type of oath that'll bind them to secrecy forever. If any of them ever think of betraying us in any way be it sabotage, revealing the location of the chamber or anything, the oath will take their lives.”

It is no other person than the Umbra Crown himself; the King of Hell (of the Dark)—the nameless monarch. “You and I; we made an oath. A blood oath,” he says hoarsely. It has been twenty-eight years, yet I do not forget how his voice fades to a whisper at the end of his sentences. “We were supposed to save the worlds together.” I scoff at that. The worlds look no different with or without us. No need for pretense. “Might I remind you what will happen if you fail to keep your end of that oath? Well, aside from the continuous murders on your side, of course.”

This was old. Kieran drew a slow breath. “I, Kieran Modric, First Alpha, do solemnly swear to keep the secrets of my offspring until death takes me.” His oath came in deep red, not the red of blood, but the red of embers, a color that implied heat rather than containing it. It coiled upward into the space between them and found Dominic’s silver-ash, and they began to move around each other without touching. The power in Kieran’s voice moved through the room differently. Where Dominic’s made me feel the oath in my chest, Kieran’s made my spine straighten, an involuntary response, the kind of reaction a body has to something that does not ask permission.

he added, shooting me a wink. “That sounds made up,” I said, narrowing my eyes further at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’ve never heard of the Kingdom of Summer.” “You’re standing in the middle of it,” he answered, grinning at me, like I was the one being ridiculous. But then, suddenly, he got down on one knee right in front of me, forcefully taking my hand from my arm, and looked me straight in my eyes. “Will you marry me?” What the fuck is going on?!

The Royal’s Oath is a sacred magical vow exclusive to the Were royal bloodline, binding the speaker to their word with an unbreakable force. Once sworn, the Oath manifests as a sigil—glowing silver script that appears on the royal’s skin and fades once the promise is fulfilled. It is a mark of power, trust, and absolute authority. It was once a power that dates back to the first Were kings, who wielded it to command loyalty from their subjects and assure them that they are worthy of their loyalty and reverence.

"I swear to put the needs of the kingdom before my own desires, to stand as shield between our people and those who would harm them, to preserve our traditions where they serve us well and to forge new paths where they do not." I felt Athena surge forward as I spoke, her presence merging with mine until it was difficult to tell where the woman ended and the wolf began. Our voice—hers and mine together—carried through the throne room with primal authority. "This I swear by my blood, by my breath, by the moon that calls to my soul. Until death releases me from this duty, I am bound to serve." High Priest Edmundson nodded in solemn acceptance of my oath. "Kneel," he instructed, "to receive the

"Will you, to the utmost of your power, maintain the laws of God and the true profession of the gospel? Will you, to the utmost of your power, maintain the Blood Moon Pack, the protestant Reformed Religion established by law? Will you maintain and preserve inviolable the settlement of the church of the Blood Moon Pack and the doctrine, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in the Blood Moon Pack? And will you preserve unto the bishop and clergy of the Blood Moon Pack, and to the churches there committed to their charge, all such rights, and privileges, as by law do or shall appear to them or any of them?" As I made my oath, I could feel the weight of my commitmen