Oath And Honor Book Review Novels & Stories

attempted to sell out information to the adversaries and give critical information to a rival group in the virtual underworld. In my world, being loyal was an unbreakable oath not a suggestion. Additionally once sworn oaths were upheld with unwavering absolute finality. I looked down at the scene. It was a predictable choreography of consequence down to the mans choked gasps the sickening thud of impact and my mens raw guttural grunts as their fists made contact with flesh. I looked on passively my thoughts disengaged evaluating the effectiveness of their strikes. This was a matter of principle rather than personal preference. a corrupt variable that needs to be cleaned. The man writhed on t

I had told him my strength did not need tricks, that honor was enough. But what if I was wrong? What if this was not proof of worth but proof of arrogance? What if my vow left me crippled, beaten, humiliated before the city—and worse, left Raymond unguarded, ripe for the Lords to tear apart? The resin itched hotter. Doubt gnawed harder. Rip it off, a voice hissed. Cast it aside. What is honor if the boy dies? What is pride if you leave him alone? No. Another voice. My voice. I swore. Without the oath, I am nothing. Without it, I am them.

I need the soldiers in case other kingdoms try to takeover. “Fine. First swear to me, on your armor the loyalty.”, he smirks kneeling before me. His sword drawn out at my feet, “I swear to the armor, to the sword that I hold. I will hold on to your plan. Me or the army under me, won't kill a single man of yours, and once you kill King Benjamin, I sign my fidelity to you.”, I tap on his shoulder accepting his loyalty. The oath of loyalty is one of the strongest any warrior can hold, nobody knows if it is right or wrong, all I know is they would be cursed to die with their own sword if they break the promise.

His mother always taught him how some Omegas are so neddy that they can do anything for having rich Alpha. Family, loyalty-that's all Jonathan knew. All he was taught. Blood, blood was the strongest tie, not love. Certainly not passion. Emotion meant nothing. The only thing that mattered was honor. Respect. Dignity. He had to uphold his family's reputation, their integrity; he had to make his mother proud, and he could only do that by becoming the one thing that ensured a life of animosity and cruelty and indifference towards those who are differnt from them or poor for them, whose powers were fed by foul, unspeakable sources, who threatened to devastate the balance of life that was his miss

She then fades as he shouts for her not to go, "I am sorry!" He hears a voice, “it's too late. You left me alone when you vowed to protect me in sickness and health. You left my side.” He now falls to his knees and finds himself in handcuffs. A beautiful woman approaches with light blue eyes and a white robe. She has a cane with her, and around that cane is a red ribbon. She has this light shimmering around her. It's bright as she walks up to him. In a soft tone, she says, “you stood by when others were being judged. You defined others' faith by taking their lives. The lives you took can never be brought back; the pain you put them through was unbearable. That could have been your son or you

“You love her.” Micah’s jaw flexed. “I don’t know if it’s love.” “You do.” He said nothing. The sky deepened into indigo. Mateo took a long drink, then set the bottle down between them. “You know, in the army, honor’s not just about medals or orders. It’s about restraint. About knowing when to fight — and when to stand down.” Micah looked over, expression unreadable.

I winked at her. “What exactly do you believe?” Hugo raised an eyebrow. “Knowledge is dead? Reading is below you? Teamwork is actually everyone else doing all the work while you sit there and breathe?” I sighed dramatically. “Yes.” He positioned himself so that I was right beside him, able to see the page he was on clearly. I saw Ava and Damien tense, but they made no other move. They couldn’t, without drawing attention to the situation. Hugo didn’t seem to notice as he pointed to the words and read them aloud. I was only half listening to his lecture, much more focused on the wolves he’d upset. After a moment, Damien cleared his throat.

Suddenly, a surge of memories overwhelmed her—a vivid flashback to her childhood. --- *Flashback: The Oath* A younger Luna stood in a moonlit grove, her mother, Lady Elara, guiding her through a sacred ritual. The air was thick with anticipation as Luna recited the ancient words, binding herself to a legacy she scarcely understood. "This oath," Elara whispered, "is our lineage's burden and strength. It will protect and challenge you in equal measure." As Luna completed the ritual, a searing pain coursed through her, marking the inception of her hidden power.

"Here before you kneel, Maisie, Milena, and Margot Kingston, soon to be sworn parts of this coven." "The mysteries of the Moon Goddess are many. We can never hope to learn them all, but we can indeed follow them on our journey through this life and the next. As a dedicant, you will learn and grow and evolve every day. You will seek new knowledge, and attain it in direct proportion to your efforts. Let the Moon Goddess and the Ancient Ones guide you on your travels." "Are you willing and able to uphold the values and principles of this coven?" "I am." We answered in unison.

The journal flipped open near the broken stair. Words appeared. THE BOND REMEMBERS THE FIRST OATH. My stomach twisted. “So when I feel him…” Kael’s expression softened slightly. “You feel him. And the oath. And the hunger of what both bloodlines locked away.” “That was not comforting.” “It was not meant to be.” Damien stepped closer. “Enough.” Kael’s eyes slid to him. “Still trying to ration truth?” “Still trying to keep her alive.” “And still mistaking ignorance for safety.”