Lovers Oath Novels & Stories

You are both going to swear to keep each other's secrets. And to keep none from each other. Alpha Damarus declares. "In the lake, the goddess herself will hear this oath. She knows your true intention, so if you lie, or do not mean your words, the oath is void." I gulped, nodding attentively. "Get into the lake from opposite ends. Say your vows as you walk to each other. For this to work you must meet each other in the lake."

Sloane’s hand rested on his chest. Lucy began. “Ophelia and Chase,” she said softly, “you stood here once before, young, scared, full of love and doubt. You said vows then that were true, even if the world tried to break them. Today you stand again, not because you have to, but because you choose to, because love isn’t a debt, it’s a promise renewed every single day.” She looked at Ophelia. “Ophelia, do you choose Chase, again, always, forever?”

A vow renewed not out of duty, but devotion. When Dominic reached forward and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Olivia’s ear, the audience smiled. His thumb brushed her cheek, his gaze never leaving hers. “Ready to make it official—again?” he whispered. She chuckled, eyes sparkling. “I never stopped being yours.” The officiant, an elder who had once watched Dominic grow from a reckless Alpha heir to the King he had become, began the ritual with ancient words. He spoke of union, not just of power but of souls, of trials overcome and wounds healed. He spoke of loyalty, sacrifice, and the burning fire of love that had withstood both betrayal and destiny.

"Always." The Binding Oath was an ancient rite, almost lost to time. It was once the ceremony used to anoint leaders not by blood or ambition, but by spirit. When Arthur and Isabella stepped into the circle, the torches dimmed, and a low hum filled the air—as if the cathedral itself remembered. Michael raised the Book of Declarations and began to chant, his voice steady, each word resonating like thunder. "Let this bond be sealed not by name or house, but by sacrifice. Let the blood spilled and the hearts broken be the foundation of the world to come."

Luna intoned, her voice carrying ancient weight. “I pledge my soul beneath the Crimson Moon,” Aria began, voice steady. Kael echoed, “I bind my blood, my breath, and my power.” Aria: “To rise when he rises, to fall when he falls.” Kael: “To protect what she protects, to love as she loves.” Together: “Let our fates be fused, our destinies shared. As the moon bears witness, let no force unmake this Oath.”

Olivia told her. “Why can’t you change it?” she asked her. “Because the first witch made a blood oath with all non-human creatures.” Olivia told her. “Blood oath?” She asked with a confused look. Olivia nodded. “A blood oath is a sacred, unbreakable oath. It’s like an unbreakable contract. Two parties cut their hand and shake it reciting the terms and punishment for breaking it. Once the blood oath is made, it should not be broken under no condition. If anyone of the party breaks the oath, they would die a very terrible death and, in some cases, their future generation would be cursed for a certain time period.” Olivia told her.

I pursed, run my hand through my hair and then let my eye gaze at the man I was happy for, the man that I had called father and loved. “Was this the reason you wanted me to stay away from Jeffery?” I furrowed my brow. “How did this all happen, I want to know everything and no more lies. Why the fuck am I her daughter? How am I not the daughter of the mother I know, tell me everything I need to know!” “Louisa was my first love, I met her in high school, but because of because of my rich background, I was forced to marry another lady which was the mother you knew.” He started narrating and I just listen in silence and tears.

The edges burned, curled, and disappeared, a brief, fiery blaze of orange and yellow, then ash. They stood together, as the embers died. There was no paper. There was only the indelible consciousness of the oath that they had taken. The lovers' oath was taken not on paper, but on fire. They had built their fortress, and its foundation was the irrevocable consciousness that they would rather have it burned to the foundations than have one of them solitary within it. No earthly force could now separate them. ----

Kaelin would never see his hand, but she would feel its influence quietly, the way gravity shapes water without leaving a ripple. Kaelin returned to the private garden, where the early light was warmer, softer. She leaned against the cool stone of the terrace. The petals from the trees above drifted across the surface of her cloak. She breathed in the quiet and understood something fundamental: the oath was not just a measure of Riven’s loyalty. It was a measure of the cost she herself might someday pay. She could not interfere with it. She could only observe. And the truth was this: when duty required sacrifice, love and loyalty were not enough. The choice was not romantic. It was structura

“Florence?” When I didn’t respond, Dylan must have sensed something was off. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” I forced myself to hold back the emotions that were about to burst out of me. My voice came out hoarse as I asked, “Dylan, do you still remember the oath you made to me? “Do you remember saying you’d never betray me for the rest of your life?” He once stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess and swore, “I, Dylan, swear before the sacred Moon Goddess that I will love only Florence for the rest of my life and never betray her. If I break this oath, may I be denied true love forever and die alone.”