Lovers Oath Novels & Stories

Then Eloy wore them both garlands and then they wore each other a garland. Three beautiful ornaments were laid out. Thin strands of gold with a locket. The locket had the names of the three initialed into it. It was thin and very small, an intricate work of art with seven promises made in marriage inscribed in it. Love, Fidelity, Respect, Acceptance and Care, Sharing happiness and pain, Offsprings and Family. ---------

“Not as oath to keeper. As heart to heart. As home to home.” Outside, the manor slept beneath a sky dusted with stars. Inside, two lovers enacted a coronation of mutual reverence, weaving their vows into worship, their equality into ecstasy. Four nights remained. Four worlds waited. And with each one, they would shed another layer of inherited hierarchy, until only the radiant truth of partnership—chosen, cherished, and consecrated—remained. The game deepened. And this time, every vow was a foundation laid. "I will cling to you fiercely, licking your wounds and stealing your very breath, until the eternal heavens descend."

“She basically told me to leave— she said ‘it’s getting late’ even though it was literally four P.M.” “Oh.” I winced. “Yikes.” “And when I left the gate,” he continued between shaky breaths, “I realized something.” “What?” “That means Kyle liked her since childhood and there should be some kind of oath in the family. Maybe she was betrothed to him!” I froze. “…excuse me?!” Champ was thinking too wild. Jesus. “He told me before,” Champ cried, “but, but I thought it was a joke... like— like a joke joke — but his mom talked about Kayla like she was the bride of destiny.”

Liora gasped softly, feeling warmth surge through her veins — not pain, but a pulse of unity, a sacred seal of the Goddess herself. Christen held her tighter, his forehead resting against hers. “She’s blessing our bond,” he whispered. “Our souls are one now — forever.” Tears filled Liora’s eyes. “Then no power of darkness shall stand against us,” she said, her voice trembling. And together, they knelt before the moonlit window and whispered their vow to the Goddess: “We offer our hearts, our lives, and our strength to your light. May our love guide the lost, protect the weak, and keep the balance between the realms.”

She was thawed. "I...I don't love you!" Her voice uttered the absolute opposite of her mind, shattering her soul, her heart. "No, I don't believe you." Then came his broken voice, forcing her to shut her eyes. Unable to hold back, warm tears ran down her cheeks. "It's done already. We've... our blood is mixed." She knew she betrayed their love and her actions could never be forgiven, but it wasn't her fault. She had reasons. ""In the Veil, lovers shall stand, their blood entangled. When the moon rests on the sea, they shall know their hearts is one. Their covenant is above death". The moon is resting on the sea. The mate vow is complete." Her voice was just a whisper.

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

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

“It was hard to make the matter clear for a while. I can only say that the situation at the time was different. If it were someone else and my wife was you, you’d probably be the same as her. It’s the same concept as doctors cannot heal themselves!” Cheryl said, “Just say it. I’m well prepared for what’s coming.” “Are you sure?” “I’m a hundred percent sure! I’m willing to bear anything.” “Alright!” Lin Yan flicked his finger and a crimson rune appeared in the sky. It was his spiritual blood oath. “I’m willing to make a blood oath to declare to heaven and earth that my love for Cheryl Coney will last forever!” The blood talisman exploded and completed the oath. “Cheryl, I love you!”

"You beautiful, stubborn, impossible fool." "Your fool," Marcus corrected, pressing a kiss to her forehead, her temple, the corner of her mouth. "Forever. If you'll have me." She laughed, and the sound was like music, like moonlight, like everything he had ever wanted and never known how to ask for. "I already chose you, Marcus Marsh. Seventeen years ago, beneath the full moon, with the stars as our witnesses. I chose you then, and I choose you now, and I will choose you in every life that follows. That was always the truth of the Guardian's oath. Not duty. Not obligation. Just love. Endless, unreasonable, unstoppable love."

“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.”