Oath And Honor Book Review の小説・ストーリー

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He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

I didn't know what he saw in my eyes but he faltered, a sense of dawning realization about him that was equally despondent and heartbreaking to look at. I continued, “Should I lie, may lightning strike me down. May I lose my life, my reputation, my title. May I die miserable and my body be fed to wild dogs. May I never receive the Moon Goddess’ blessings for as long as I exist in this world and the next.” The oath was completed and gradually, in what felt like a defining move against an enemy, I lowered my bloody hand. “Now, Alaric,” My tone was hushed. “Can you swear the same?”

I frowned in confusion as he placed the tray on the table, took a cloth, and walked toward me. “I’m sure you would prefer that beautiful girl to change your bandage but that isn’t likely to happen,” he said with a cruel smirk. “I don’t need a bandage,” I snapped sharply. “I know you want to die, Sir Moran,” Oakley said casually. “Someone as weak as you, who has lived on stories of heroism, always thinks death is more honorable… but you see, only those who live have the right to define glory and honor.” My jaw tightened with anger. I desired nothing more than to tear the filthy man apart.

“To Ricard. And now to her. They are the only ones who were willing to submit and who were willing to come. Others feared for their families and for their lives. They cannot be blamed after what he had done.” I studied them. There was pride in their stance. And a quiet fury. These weren’t just guards. These were wolves forged in something deeper, faith. Honor. Grief. And I knew that they were more than willing to fight. Their loyalty was deeper than any of those that would be surrounding him now, that would be around Elias, who believed himself to be a superior. “I appreciate you bringing them,” I said, glancing at Ryan. “I know that it might have been difficult for you, but I do appreciate

He wasn't my husband at all. I could go with Veryon I could trust him, but could I really? He had offered me a blood oath. A blood oath. What did that even mean? it involved blood, and anything blood is dead-serious. Anger crept through me. Whoever won tomorrow would technically be the one i stay with and i wasn't going to let anyone restrict me but deep down, i couldn't deny that my heart ached for someone to win.

And in the end, I also took a glance at Neeli and she gave me a sweet smile which changed my whole mind and gave me strength to face them and speak the truth. Now, Mr. Nelson gave me our holy book to take an oath and said: "Now, Mr. Danial, you also know this is our holy book and I want you to take the oath by putting your hand onto it. Are you ready to do this?" "Yes, Mr. Nelson."

Breaking such a pact wasn't just dishonor, it was cause for war, bloodshed, extinction. My breath got hastened when I found the large, iron-bound volume simply titled Blood Bound: Oaths and Obligations of the Northern Clans. I pulled it free and settled at a heavy oak table. The cover creaked as I opened it, and I skimmed the index: “Darkhen,” it reads, “Page 312.” When I finally got to page 312, the text looked dense and unsettling.

But how the hell do I tell her any of this without her panicking or refusing to come near me ever again? –You should get some rest — I tell her, lacking any other words to send to make her think things are okay. –I will rest the day I get to rest with you–She responds. Then a picture comes through of her snuggling the purple blanket we fought over what feels like so long ago. My thumb gingerly rubs over her face on my screen, a small smile on my lips before it falls away and I clear my throat, putting the phone down. I turn the page and my hand freezes, eyes wide as I read the words ‘Eternal Oath of loyalty and honor’. My heart pounds in my ears, my mouth goes dry as I lick my lips and caref

“I swear on my honor to be faithful to Cosa Nostra. If I betray, may my flesh burn like this saint.” The paper flared, curled, turned to ash. There was something almost satanic in the scene—the flickering flames, the looming stone teeth overhead, the smell of scorched paper and blood. Yet it was also ancient, rooted in centuries of secret societies and peasant revolts. Absolute loyalty, absolute silence, absolute preeminence over the outside world. That is what we promise, and that is what we demand. When the oath was done, the men greeted me one by one—firm handshakes, murmurs of “benvenuto,” the occasional embrace from those who had known me for decades. Then we took our places on the roug