Novel & Cerita Oath Of Devotion

Just quietly supporting her from a distance, expecting nothing in return. Three months of silence. He was hurt, that's all. Enough time's passed. Of course he still cares. Of course he still loves me. The more she turned it over, the more convinced she became. A self-satisfied smirk crept across her face, something close to contempt flickering underneath it. You act like you hate me, Grant. And here you are, still circling back to me like you always do. Twenty years of devotion doesn't just disappear because of one bad night.

He hadn't kept his eyes nor hands off of me, it had made me feel special. With the fire crackling in the fireplace I could feel myself being lulled to sleep after listening to the light sound of the rain until he finally spoke making me look up at him. "You asked me why I can't just leave that life," he breathed staring up at the ceiling. "Truth is baby, I'm trying to," he replied releasing a heavy sigh that held within it the frustration of a man attempting to cut off any ties, "that's part of what I've been doing lately. But it's not easy to just walk away once you take the oath ." The oath he was referring to was a blood oath that was a part of a ritual that originated from Roman-Catholic

“With the marking of the blessed oil, you swear an oath to serve the goddess, mother to us all. Hunji, you have sworn to carry out the work of the goddess as she sees fit. To go forth in celibacy and kindness, to take no life unless in defense, to seek out and help those who need it.” I heard the words; they just didn’t register until much later. Until my training began.

Of course, she’d want to see me choke. I cleared my throat and recited the oath Nova had taught me. “I, Ophelia Hawthorne, undertake this oath of my own free will. With Hecate as my witness, I vow to put the coven first. It’s secrets are my secrets. It’s truth is my truth.” I lifted the chalice above my head, where the moonlight seemed to strengthen. “I give my body to the earth, my soul to the fire, my blood to the water, and my mind to the air. By the power of the divine, I name myself the sixth member of this coven. So mote it be.”

Another question from my father, one I know that I will keep after the pain I have gone through and the injustice I have witnessed over the last six years. “I will.” “Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of our Moon Goddess. Will you maintain and preserve the settlement of the Church of the Goddess, and the doctrine, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in Canada?” “I will” “Do you promise to keep these oaths and maintain the order of wolves?” The final question in this ceremony is asked. I pause, the power of the sceptre coursing through my body, waiting to sense any hesitation and dishonesty from me. But I know that I mean my vows, that I wou

At the wedding, Ewan Holland's assistant replaced the slideshow video with a clip of my sexual assault from five years ago. Amid the dead silence of the hall, Lilith Clayton pinned down my hands as I scrambled to unplug the flash drive. "Relax! I mean no harm. Just wanted to remind you how much Mr. Holland loves you. He doesn't mind your past, so don't ever chase cheap thrills or betray him." While I racked my brain trying to convince everyone it was an AI forgery, I frantically signaled Ewan to pull the drive. I thought he'd surely step up to save me. Yet he dragged the timeline bar forward and zoomed in on my face instead. I stopped wrestling, staring at him in disbelief. "What are yo

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

“How can I work with someone whom I still believe killed my mom.” “And I believe your family has done plenty of killing too,” he replied evenly. “But tonight isn’t about old blood. It’s about staying alive.” My hands were still shaking from the fight. I set the gun down. “On one condition. We share everything we find. No secrets. The second we know who the Swan is, we go our separate ways.” Luciano nodded slowly. “Deal. But you stay here until it’s safe. No running off to your father half-cocked.”

She shot me a smug, challenging look. Orion gripped his scepter. I noticed the massive soulstone glowing at its tip. "Ianthe." He looked up, his silver eyes locking onto mine. The room went dead silent. "I swear on the River Styx," his voice was deep and absolute. "I will not betray you. Not in this life. Not in the next. I am yours until the end of all things." The vow echoed like thunder. Even Deimos looked shocked. Swearing on the River Styx was the most binding oath in the divine realm. Break it, and your soul rots in the Abyss forever.

"I swear to put the needs of the kingdom before my own desires, to stand as shield between our people and those who would harm them, to preserve our traditions where they serve us well and to forge new paths where they do not." I felt Athena surge forward as I spoke, her presence merging with mine until it was difficult to tell where the woman ended and the wolf began. Our voice—hers and mine together—carried through the throne room with primal authority. "This I swear by my blood, by my breath, by the moon that calls to my soul. Until death releases me from this duty, I am bound to serve." High Priest Edmundson nodded in solemn acceptance of my oath. "Kneel," he instructed, "to receive the