Knight Oath Novels & Stories

Did he have to ruin the moment by adding that last unpleasant line? "Can a knight break his vow?" Though displeased with his words, I still asked. "No Sire, if ever a knight does break his vow, he shall have to either commit suicide or he would be hunted by the knight's league till the end of his times." He said. Woah! I didn't know that. "That's some pretty scary vow you've got there." I grimaced. "I agree Sire." "So erm... why did Reuben.... I mean His Majesty choose you to be my personal knight?" I asked in a casual tone now that I knew that he would not easily betray me.

The only one he can proudly call a special person to him. That's why no matter what path he needed to take just to stay beside her. He will gladly take them without hesitation. Even if he became a traitor of his birth planet or even if at the end of this road he will forfeit his life. He won't ever leave her side... that is the oath he took, the moment he became her knight. "What are you going to do to them?" he asks as he stands up to prepare for his punishment.

Banners fluttered in the breeze, emblazoned with the sigil of our kingdom, a symbol of unity and strength. As the six alphas knelt before me, their expressions solemn and determined, I felt a surge of anticipation ripple through the courtyard. This moment, the swearing of their oath, was a pivotal one for our kingdom, a symbol of unity and strength in the face of adversity. I raised my hand in a silent command, and the courtyard fell silent, every eye fixed upon the scene unfolding before them. The air crackled with energy, charged with the weight of their solemn vow. "Repeat after me," I began, my voice resonating with authority as I led them through the sacred words of the oath. "I swear t

I did not look at him but I could see him through the corner of my eyes while I kept my attention on my son. On the pale curve of his face… On the faint rise and fall of his chest. The priestess began the oath. “I swear before the moon and the blood that binds us.” Anton hesitated “Say it.” Kade coldly said And Anton’s voice trembled. “I swear before the moon and the blood that binds us.” “I will speak the truth.” “I will speak the truth.” He replied. “And nothing but the truth.” “And nothing but the truth.” He replied again.

Rowan looked away briefly before continuing, his voice carrying the weight of a man forcing himself to remain steadfast against something he wished he did not have to face. “I am a knight.” The fire crackled between them while the shadows shifted slowly across his serious face. “And I made an oath.” His eyes returned to hers. “And I will honor it.”

It was time for me to take the oath, a sacred vow that would bind me to my people and my destiny. The elder’s voice echoed through the field as he recited the ancient words, each syllable resonating with power and tradition. When it was my turn, I raised my hand and swore to protect and honor the pack and the kingdom, to uphold their laws, and to lead with wisdom and strength. My voice trembled slightly, but my resolve was unwavering.

Maps covered the walls, marking territories where resistance had already succeeded in revealing uncomfortable truths. "Brothers in arms," Aldric began, his weathered face reflecting decades of service now shadowed by growing uncertainty. "Our oaths bind us to protect the Light and those who serve it faithfully. These oaths never specified blind obedience to institutional corruption masquerading as divine will." The assembled knights shifted uncomfortably, their expressions ranging from outrage to reluctant recognition. Some hands moved instinctively toward sword hilts, while others folded in poses suggesting prayer or contemplation.

"My lady, am I not to your liking?" Gosh, why did he look like a puppy that was being abandoned? "No, no, of course not. Why would you not be to my liking?" I frantically denied it. It wasn't only the fact that he's the sub-male lead, it was just...burdensome. A knight's oath, it was a ceremony for a knight to pledge their life to a beautiful lady. It might sound romantic if you're the heroine. But to me, it was just burdensome.

I snorted before I could help it—and a few nearby nobles glanced over, as if laughter were an act of rebellion. “You’re terrible.” “Terribly loyal,” Maddie corrected, before disappearing again. By the time the final toast was given and the last course cleared, my cheeks ached from smiling and my pulse had steadied into something calmer—until the Queen rose again. “There is one last tradition to observe,” She said, her gaze resting on us like a weight. “The private oath. A moment without an audience, as old as the throne itself. Commander. Miss Rosewyn.” The attendants guided us from the hall, down a quieter corridor lined with flickering sconces, until the sound of the feast was only a dista

Its edge caught the firelight, throwing a sharp gleam across the hall. “You swore loyalty with your mouths,” Dante said, his voice carrying over the silence. “Tonight, you will swear with your blood.” A murmur rippled through the hall. No one moved until Dante dragged the knife slowly across his own palm. The cut was clean, blood welling red against his pale skin. He clenched his fist, letting the drops fall onto the polished wood of the table. “This is the oath,” he said. “My blood binds me to this house. Yours will do the same. Refuse, and you declare yourself an enemy.”