Lovers Oath Novels & Stories

“What story?” Althea picked up a thick book from the table, flipping through its worn pages with practiced ease. She stopped at a passage, her finger tracing the words. “It’s about a woman who made an oath with her lover—much like yours with Rowon. But she was fated to another, her true mate. Despite the bond, she rejected him to stay with her lover.” I leaned forward, hanging onto every word. “What happened?” “She got what she wanted. Her lover became her second chance mate, bound to her through the strength of their oath,” Althea explained, her tone heavy with implication.

Snow folded her arms and crossed her legs, "You're familiar with the Otous oat right? Yeah. I did that." "What's an Otous oat?" "It's an oat where you invite a lover's spirit in. You and your lover take an oat, drink blood basically, while standing in a sacred place. The priest or priestess seals you guys forever. They say it's effective and that was what Romeo and Juliet did. I guess that's why they died together" Rafe didn't seem convinced." You're lying. There is no such thing. How can you invite my spirit in when I don't know you or I don't like you?"

“He can’t reach this far, but he can watch. Finish before he finds you.” “There is no finish,” Evelyn added softly. “Only choosing — and the price of what you refuse to choose.” They walked. Faces shimmered in the watery sky — Vale in a doorway, Cassian’s laugh, Ronan’s eyes mouthing her name. A thread tugged behind her heart. She pressed it down. “The Oath began as a pact of fear,” Evelyn said. “Wolves feared their own dark; men feared the wolves. They bound power to love and called it safety. Until men learned promises could be twisted.”

“I love you. But our child deserves peace. A future untainted by our past.” His voice trembled. “You’ll forget me.” “Yes,” she whispered. “But you’ll remember enough for both of us.” He kissed her knuckles like a vow. “Juliette… please…” Her lips trembled, but she didn’t falter. “There is no love without memory.” “And no future without choice,” he replied bitterly. The Oathkeeper placed an ancient scroll on the altar, its surface cracked and stained with the blood of forgotten centuries. “Then we begin.”

Each vow is followed by a binding of our hands: to share joy, face hardships, dream together, grow stronger through anger, and honor one another as equals. When we finish, Mikela turns to the crowd. “Like all things on this earth, love grows slowly—leaf by leaf, breath by breath, root by root. Bless this couple with a love as boundless as the sky, as steadfast as the mountains, as bountiful as the field, as passionate as the sea, and as constant as the moonlight on the darkest night.” She wraps the three blessed cords around our joined hands. “In this circle, with these witnesses and the goddesses we serve, I pronounce you handfasted—united until your romantic love ends.”

They understood that the path ahead would be arduous, but they drew strength from the love that permeated the room—the love that Isabella and Luca had instilled in the very fabric of their organization. In unison, they took an oath—a solemn vow to persevere, to support one another, and to remain steadfast in the pursuit of a better world. Their hands intertwined, their hearts beating as one, they became a tapestry of hope and resilience, woven together by the shared values that guided their journey.

Aakifahlynn knew it was her own rash decision that had stolen from them the life they might have shared in the 1400s. And so she understood that this vow carried a weight beyond words. To him, it meant everything, just as the vow of his promise never to abandon her. Together, their promises were not merely spoken, they were the mending of centuries, the healing of wounds left by time itself. “Our love is the spell that binds worlds.” When they sealed their union, it was not the kiss that bound them, but the way their foreheads rested together afterward, breathing in the reality they had finally earned.

she stated and my coronary heart fluttered at her words. "I promise I won't rush you in to anything, we can go at anything tempo you want... that is if you are willing to supply me another chance?" I asked nervously and she nodded in opposition to me. "Thank you Lu.... I won't fail you again.. I would as an alternative die" I held her hand towards my heart. "I swear to you as your mate and alpha I will shield you with my life" I made the sacred oath to her and she gasped. Alphas used to make the sacred oath to their mates and betas as a sign of devotion and recognize in return for their loyalty and obedience. It wasn't used anymore but Lu deserved this and it felt proper to offer myself to h

he says. Now I feel so embarrassed. I know that my cheeks are glowing red right now and I feel the butterflies dancing around my stomach. " This is a promise ring, CERC," he says taking the ring from the box to my finger "For you to know that I'm always going to love you, be with you, and fight for you until my last breath. For you to know that I'm the person you can count on every time. For you to keep this until I give you a real ring and make you my wife and my mother's children. "

The third was a vow of loyalty, that in this life time, the mate shall not be with any other partner but his mate till death set them a side. By the time the third vow was made everyone rises from their place. the priest takes a dagger, and a white cotton cloth, he makes a small cut in the palms and cover them, making a knot between them as the wounds heal the blood would have been stained and mixed between the layers holding their hands together. it was magical. "I announce you now husband and wife, you may now kiss your mate" and kiss he did, even though i grew up watching them make out it still felt weird, watching them kiss reminded me of times Lukrezia and I used to catch them.