Knight Oath 소설 & 이야기

“How can I work with someone whom I still believe killed my mom.” “And I believe your family has done plenty of killing too,” he replied evenly. “But tonight isn’t about old blood. It’s about staying alive.” My hands were still shaking from the fight. I set the gun down. “On one condition. We share everything we find. No secrets. The second we know who the Swan is, we go our separate ways.” Luciano nodded slowly. “Deal. But you stay here until it’s safe. No running off to your father half-cocked.”

"Although, it's expected. Someone like you probably wouldn't have the conscience for repentance. Indeed, I overestimated you." What Kent had said likely alluded to their deep-seated grudges. Even though I didn't fully understand the intricacies, it was crystal clear to me that this was a declaration of a duel. However, I hadn't anticipated that in the face of Kent's challenge, Jared would remain so calm. His hands tucked into his pockets, he quietly looked at me: "Sam, do you still remember what you told me just now?" "I......." I stuttered. "You said you'll always stay by my side and be Mrs. Long, didn't you?"

It felt a relief to him as if Leo was affirming to Ambrose and Tomas that they were not forgotten. Leo proceeded, “Tristan you are now a member of the elite troop enough for me to tell you a confidential matter. But both you and Tomas must swear by the name of our Lord...and in your lives...to speak of it to no one.” “We swear,” the two knights answered with seriousness. All doubt and suspicions were forgotten. They were even honored. Confidential campaigns were not taken lightly. Ambrose looked at Tristan, who responded instantly, “On the name of our Lord and our lives.” There comes a time when "pushing" one's ideas that could save their land becomes morally the right thing to do. He though

He lifted it high for everyone to see before lowering it slowly. “Today, we welcome Godfrey as our new Gamma Sentinel,” Beta Nathan said, his voice cold. “By the will of the King and the pack, we mark this moment with tradition and honor.” Gamma Israel handed me a large chalice filled with a dark liquid, a mix of sacred herbs and symbolic blood. I took it carefully and knelt on one knee, ready to take the oath. Beta Nathan began speaking the words I needed to repeat. “I promise to serve the King and the pack. I will protect, fight, and guard with my life. I will never use my power against the King or betray the trust of this position. I swear to fulfill my duty until my last breath.”

” The First Wolf suddenly gasped. “I remember.”Everyone looked toward her. “The oldest oath.” The Keeper nodded slowly. “‘Where one heart beats, the other shall answer.’ The original Aria smiled through fresh tears. “It was never poetry.” It was a promise.” The realization spread across the battlefield. The ancient oath spoken in forgotten ages had described this very moment. The joining of two willing souls. Kael looked at me. "I still don’t like it.” I laughed softly. “I know.” You never listen to me.” Not when you’re wrong.” He smiled.

"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

"Now do we have a deal or not?" "We have a deal." Garrett pulled out a ceremonial knife, its blade glowing with runes. "Blood oath. The old way. Unbreakable." One by one, we each cut our palms and let the blood drip into a ceremonial bowl. Garrett added his own blood, then began chanting in a language I didn't recognize. The air grew heavy. Oppressive. Power crashed over us in waves, sealing the oath into our very souls. When it was done, I felt the oath settle into place—a weight on my chest, a binding that couldn't be broken without severe consequences.

“Take a knee, Your Highness,” he said to me, and I complied with my head bowed, and I closed my eyes. “I will now ask his Royal Highness to complete the oath to his people,” he began. “Do you swear to be true and just, to be a king to your people, and rule with fairness? Do you swear to uphold the laws of our people? Do you swear to exact vengeance upon the guilty and protect the innocent? Do you swear to maintain the laws of our gods and be swift with your actions be it justice, love, or war?”