Knight Oath Novels & Stories

"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

The knight didn't move as he was asked and simply replied. "I am Klaus, a knight of the emperor." "My father?" Alesteria was now perplexed at his response, but she thought about it and it could be plausible. Still, she wouldn't just believe him immediately "How dwo I know you awe nwot dwecweiving me?" Klaus, with no hesitation, recited the God's pledge. "I swear in the name of the Gods and his majesty that I am not deceiving her royal highness nor am I forsaking this pledge."

It was an act signed in blood that can't be relinquished now no matter how he feels. "Give me your hand." I hold out my hand and he slices a thin line across my palm. Blood trickles from the wound and drops into the fountain, renewing my vow to the Knights. When I took this oath before I decided it was one I would live by because it was the anchor to my past, present and future. As I take the oath now I consciously make the decision to do the same thing. It's what my mother would have wanted, so my oath is for her. She came from a family who would always be servants. Becoming a Knight is something that would have made her proud.

Instead, she asked, “And you, Darian? Will you follow me? Even if the truth I carry shatters your oath to the crown you swore to?” Silence stretched between them, brittle as ice. The knight’s jaw tightened. He lowered his head slightly, as though ashamed. “An oath is not made of words, Serenya. It is made of the heart. And my heart…” His voice faltered, rare for him. “…my heart chose long before my sword did.” Serenya’s breath caught, but before she could answer, the sharp sound of a horn split the camp.

I said. The knights were all dressed gallantly in their black and silver uniform. They stood at attention and once I had finished; they drew their swords, stabbed them in the ground in front of them and knelt with slight bow. “We, as knights, pledge our loyalty to the pack and the alpha and the luna, who keep the pack united with their undeniable efforts and energy. Today and in the future, at all times you need us, with all our heart and faith with no malice or deceit we pledge to lay our lives for the better of our pack and our pack leaders — his highness the alpha and her highness the luna.” Their leader said.

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.

A feminine rash voice hissed from behind the men. "Wait!" I yelled out and to my outmost surprise, they listened. These men were supposed to swear their allegiance to the throne. Not to some divine king of the demons. "Knights of Talot! You are all supposed to be bounded by the oath that claims your sworn allegiance to the throne." "Ye, but which throne, huh!" A man uttered out. "She is our queen-"

(Aeternum Soldiers) Everyone were unable to speak a single words, and what lefts is only a lingering shocked and awed, of the fervor display of Aeternum Soldiers, because not only those in front of the Palace that says this oath, but every single Aeternum Soldiers in this place recite the same oath. “.…that is the Knight Code of Conduct….from the very first code…until the end….you and every single one of your men who dared to call yourself a knight…..don’t even have it……and so does most of the people here….”.

She was silver-white and ancient and exactly what the bloodline had been waiting to produce. I watched her and felt the warmth of her in my chest and understood, again, what the founding charter had said. She hadn't been late. She had been waiting for the moment that was ready for her. This was it. After a moment, both wolves settled back. The acknowledgment was done. Dane looked at us. "The oath is simple," he said. "It says what it means. No embellishment needed." He held out his right hand toward me. I placed my right hand over his, palm up. He drew the ceremonial blade across my palm, shallow and clean, and I didn't flinch. Then Xavier's hand, the same. The bowl caught what it was suppos

the king commands, his voice steady. Kellan steps forward, his head held high, a fierce determination etched on his features. The king draws a gleaming sword, its blade glinting in the sunlight. “Do you swear to protect the Lycan Kingdom, to uphold its honor, and to safeguard the innocent?” “I do,” Kellan replies, his voice resolute. “With this sword, I knight you.” The king taps Kellan’s shoulder, and the crowd erupts into cheers. Kellan beams, his chest swelling with pride as he turns to face the people.