Oath Of Devotion Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We’re still here.” “Yes,” he said, voice hoarse. “And I’m not letting anything take you from me again.” The words weren’t just spoken—they were a vow. And I wanted to believe them. I wanted to feel the weight of it, let it settle over the tension and fear and leave only trust, only surrender.

The 11 warriors taking the oath stood in a line in front of me and the rest of Silverclaw. “Trevor, Dominic, Edgar, Thomas, Theresa, Haven, Han, Krystal, Christian, Joshua, and Jacob, do you vow fealty to Silverclaw, accept the name Barrier, and ensure the safety of the Silverclaw name, even if it brings you your death?” “I do.” They each repeated. “Trevor Barrier, to swear this oath to the Silverclaw family, you must ensure this with a blood oath. Doing so will illuminate you completely if ever you were to betray, or cause ill intent to Silverclaw. Do you accept?”

Victor tried to argue. "So... About that... I was looking at the oath and the words that were spoken... There is a loophole." Ishtar finished eating the pieces of chocolate and put the container aside. "When you found Ayla, your mate, another person was added... They do not commit to protecting her, obey her, or have any obligation to her. Of course, that's not all, because I think things were going on well before you found her... But the flaw in the oath is that the heads of houses are loyal to you, but your subordinates are loyal to the heads of houses... At least those who haven't sworn to you personally." "If things get too complicated, I can simply stop sharing Strïth's ability and ever

"Repeat after me. I, say your name," We all followed along. "...by the blood of my body, do swear..." "by the blood of my body, do swear," "...to take this oath to my grave." "to take this oath to my grave." "...I will not speak about family matters with outsiders. I will not betray any action or deed ordered by the Don. I will not betray a brother or sister. I will do nothing to endanger a brother or sister." I looked at Nico as I repeated the last sentence.

I feel his warm lips crash into mine and I completely melt into his embrace. One hand travels up my back, the other wiping my tears from my cheeks, as his arms grow tighter around me. “Monsters will never make my Queen quiver in fear, they will never make her cower, and they will never lay another fucking finger on her.” His words sound like an oath. “I vow that sacred oath, my Queen. As long as I am around that will never be something you have to worry about.” He says, the love just pouring from his lips.

That's what he needed to do. He shoved the revelation down deep, to the darkest place inside him. Buried it beneath duty. Beneath love. Beneath devotion so fierce it burned like a forge in his chest. Buried it so deep that even he might forget it was there—except he never would. He never could. This would be his greatest vow. His most sacred oath. Not spoken aloud, not sworn before witnesses, but carved into the very foundation of who he was.

We raised our right hands, and I spoke each word with trembling lips but unwavering conviction: “In the name of my honor, I swear to dedicate my life to humanity. I will protect the lives and dignity of both humans and werewolves to the best of my ability and conscience. I will honor every teacher who has shared their knowledge with me, and I will pass it on to the next generation without discrimination of race, religion, or status. I will care for my patients without prejudice, keeping their secrets even after they are gone. I will practice my profession with integrity and sincerity. I swear before God that I will uphold this promise with all my soul.”

A vow renewed not out of duty, but devotion. When Dominic reached forward and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Olivia’s ear, the audience smiled. His thumb brushed her cheek, his gaze never leaving hers. “Ready to make it official—again?” he whispered. She chuckled, eyes sparkling. “I never stopped being yours.” The officiant, an elder who had once watched Dominic grow from a reckless Alpha heir to the King he had become, began the ritual with ancient words. He spoke of union, not just of power but of souls, of trials overcome and wounds healed. He spoke of loyalty, sacrifice, and the burning fire of love that had withstood both betrayal and destiny.

CHAPTER 10 Nova Sterling Point Of View “Stop fighting, or I'll break your other wrist!” The guard twists my hand as the mouth padlock on Kieran's jaw closes. His golden eyes - usually sweet like sunshine - now burn wild like a trapped animal. Then, the priest steps forward, raising his hands to the moonlit sky. “Now we speak the oath, by the bond of the soul, the blood of the old, and the law of the moon.” He declares in a deep and steady voice.

The Royal’s Oath is a sacred magical vow exclusive to the Were royal bloodline, binding the speaker to their word with an unbreakable force. Once sworn, the Oath manifests as a sigil—glowing silver script that appears on the royal’s skin and fades once the promise is fulfilled. It is a mark of power, trust, and absolute authority. It was once a power that dates back to the first Were kings, who wielded it to command loyalty from their subjects and assure them that they are worthy of their loyalty and reverence.