Novel & Cerita Novel The Oath Of Love

Until three years ago, during an argument, I demanded he choose between me and Ava. In response, he had his men lock me in my rooms and take away my phone. That winter, locked in the estate's basement, I nearly broke. In the end, I gave in and begged for mercy. There was a time we were truly in love. When we were younger, he even took a bullet for me, fired by a rival family. Whatever love we'd had was gone. It was time to make a clean break. Without any hesitation, I answered the voice on the other end of the phone. "I'm sure."

“ I promise to be a loving husband to you, provide for you , support you in every way possible and always be your cheerleader for richer and poorer, in sickness and health till death do us part “. With the blood oath they took , mysterious things started happening as if they were under an irresistible spell, no matter how hard they try to run they could not escape it.

The way a flame could be soft or blinding, the way love could become fury if it had nowhere else to go. And suddenly, I heard the voice again. Not hers. Not mine. But older. “You stand before the First Oath.” My breath caught. “Do you remember what it was?” I didn’t answer right away. Because I did remember. Not with words, but with something deeper. A knowing that had lived in my bones since before I was born. Passed from my grandmother to my mother, from my mother to me—not in stories, but in instincts. The Guardian’s Oath was not about conquest or blood. It was not about control.

“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.”

Then they clasped their cut hands, and the elder lifted the cup to the Alpha’s mouth. I resisted the urge to gag while I watched him drink from the cup of blood. I was a guest and didn’t want to be rude, but I found it revolting. The elder lifted the cup to Lisa’s lips and she also drank. “You have now taken a blood oath to serve each other to the best of your abilities,” the elder loudly proclaimed. “It is an oath that can’t be broken, not even through rejection or exile.” The two smiled, staring deeply into one another’s eyes. It was clear that they were very much in love, and there was beauty to it, even if they both had blood smeared on their lips.

Her words hit right to the core. Victoria, clearly panicking, dropped to her knees, swearing an oath. “Mom, I really do love Nathan. Whether he’s poor or rich, my love for him doesn’t change. If you don’t believe me, I’ll swear. In the werewolf - centered desperate - love - assertion and oath - taking, this is her vow.” “I swear, if what I said just now is even a single word of falsehood, let me be struck by lightning and die an unnatural death!”

"What lie?" "The lie that you are ordinary. The lie that you are weak. The lie that others must lead you. You, Naomi, are meant to lead. You carry the blood of the first Oathed." My heart raced. I had no clue what she was talking about. "What’s the Oathed?" She turned to face me fully now, her white eyes glowing. "The ones who swore their lives to the truth. To protect the bloodline. The blood oath isn’t just a story it’s a bond. It’s magic, and it's tied to your very soul."

Tears spill. “I vowed to kill you if I ever saw you again.” The vow tastes like ash on my tongue. Her lips tremble, and still she nods, as though she accepts it. My chest splits open. She is my mate, my love, carrying my heir. And yet my word binds me. An Alpha’s oath. “How can I kill the one I love?” My voice fractures, tears streaking at last. She sobs, raw and broken. For a heartbeat, I want to lift her, carry her upstairs, love her forever.

“A blood oath, binding every ally to us, as they once bound themselves to Lorenzo. A pact written not in fear, but in eternal loyalty. To end theirs, we must create ours.” Amara’s lips curved slowly, dangerously. “A new empire of blood. One that does not break.” Dante looked at her, torn between awe and dread. He knew what such an oath would mean. It would demand sacrifices beyond imagination. It would bind them not just as king and queen, but as executioners of a covenant that could never be undone. But he also knew they had no other choice. --- The Ceremony Under the light of a blood-red moon, they gathered in the ancient crypts beneath the city. The air was damp, heavy with centuries of d