Novel & Cerita Knight Oath

“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.”

Oliver holds his hand out while Rhett tucks the dagger of death back into his belt. “Do you Oliver swear allegiance to me, Queen Lamia? Do you swear to protect and uphold the laws of MacTire? Do you pledge your service to the Kingdom of MacTire and to its people?” Oliver doesn’t wince when I draw the blade down his palm, “I swear to the moon goddess that I shall serve, protect, and uphold the standards the people of MacTire deserve. I pledge my allegiance to you and serve the realm under your rule.” Pressing our palms together, our blood mingles, and the energy from the oath begins to resonate through the both of us, “With this promise you enter a blood pact. Breaking this blood pact will re

Thomas, more determined than ever, placed a hand on his chest. "If this is the situation, then I, Thomas Jarlene, am ready to assume this responsibility. In the name of Nebula Academy and the house of Jarlene, I swear to protect you and serve you with my life." He lowered his head, eyes closed, and held out his hand for the traditional hand kiss, symbolic of the signing of the contract between the knight and his lord. Thomas' attitude reflected his distinguished lineage and no one dared to raise their voice, not even Moonra.

It seemed almost too good to be true; Hospital fees, medication, long-term care. Her throat went dry. Slowly, she kept reading, and there was more, accommodation, a Monthly allowance, Security. Every line felt more suffocating than the last. Because none of it was free, the thought gnawed at her, what was she willing to give. Her eyes dropped to the clause that mattered. And there it was. Her stomach twisted Her impression of him reducing even lower than it was before “Miss Aria agrees to be exclusively available to Mr. Knight for the duration of one (1) year from the effective date of this Agreement.”

And to assist you, you have a special knight allotted to you. I froze. "A knight?" The first thing that came to my mind was a stoic, armored protector who stood still in the hallway and looked on. "Yes," Rowan said. It is the knight who must guard you at all times. He will be able to taste your food before you eat, drink before you drink, go with you wherever you go, and be ready to protect you against all perils. His life can be under threat, but that is what he is supposed to do. You must accept it. There is no alternative."

This was innocence sleeping in the lion’s house. Without realizing it, he sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers lifted, hovering, then finally brushing along her cheek. The softness of her skin sent a jolt straight through him. “Why do you torment me like this?” he murmured, his voice rough, low. She didn’t answer. Only silence answered him. Bruno exhaled slowly, as though trying to calm a storm raging inside his chest. “I swore never to feel anything,” he whispered. “Never to care. Never to break my oath.”

Kael’s voice rang out, cutting through the whispers, “a Soul-Oath will be forged between myself and an enemy Omega. It will bind our lives, our souls, for peace.” The council members froze. A hushed silence fell over the room as the weight of his words settled in. The Soul-Oath was forbidden, a bond that could not be undone once forged. It meant shared pain, shared life, shared death. “No!” One of the councilors, Lord Orlin, stood, his face pale with disbelief. “Your Highness, you cannot—” “I can,” Kael interrupted, his voice as sharp as a blade. “This is the only way. To stop the bloodshed, to end the endless wars. This is the price of peace.”

Sheets of red fabric hung behind us and a chalice of silver sat before us. I felt his hand around my waist and as if he noticed my reaction to his touch, his fingers dug in to my side. I looked up and saw that animalistic hunger in his eyes, the ones that undressed me with a single gaze. ”Let’s begin,” The older man had been an elder that officiates the ceremonies. He had done so for over eighty years and would continue until the day he passed. The elder started by reading my vows, almost like at a wedding. I swore my allegiance to this pack and its Alpha. To always protect them and stand by the Alphas side.

Technically, Victory did lose something last night. Based on how sated his body felt this morning when he awoke, the nakedness of both their bodies and a small spatter of blood on the duvet, it only pointed to one thing of which he was very sure of. Victory's cherry finally popped and he appears to be the unwilling volunteer for this momentous event. "Erm, Mr. Knight, did we.. Erm.. Did we.. Erm.." She stammered. Her eyes wild as the reality started to sink in.

He hadn't kept his eyes nor hands off of me, it had made me feel special. With the fire crackling in the fireplace I could feel myself being lulled to sleep after listening to the light sound of the rain until he finally spoke making me look up at him. "You asked me why I can't just leave that life," he breathed staring up at the ceiling. "Truth is baby, I'm trying to," he replied releasing a heavy sigh that held within it the frustration of a man attempting to cut off any ties, "that's part of what I've been doing lately. But it's not easy to just walk away once you take the oath ." The oath he was referring to was a blood oath that was a part of a ritual that originated from Roman-Catholic