Oath Of Devotion Novels & Stories

His smile offers me some sort of relief and comfort. I let his loving gesture absorb into me as I relax. I smile back at him before facing the crowd. Forcing my eyes to glue to one of the exit doors and not to wander around looking for a certain green eyed jerk, I begin to say my oath boldly in front of everyone. “I, Cara Griffin, do solemnly swear to honor and uphold the virtues of courage, integrity, strength and sound wisdom, both in duty and in character. I pledge my allegiance to the guidance of Selene, and to my home. In my moments of doubt and weakness, I shall find clarity and strength within the truth, and within the purity of the bonds I share with the people I love. I carry within

Acknowledging the millions of voices humming in our heads, we recited the oath we’d created and let our words be heard all across the country. “We do solemnly swear that we will support and defend the prosperity and safety of our people. We pledge to remain honest even in difficult times, strong in the face of adversity, and humble for the honor we have been given. We will share our knowledge and listen to the opinions of the people before voicing our own. We say all of this under the eyes of our Goddess and swear to do everything within our power to make her proud.” I laced my fingers through Nox’s, feeling my cheeks heat when he looked down at me with awe swimming in his eyes. The soft car

“But if you truly want to join our cause, you’ll need to swear an oath of loyalty first.” I was not all too surprised that I needed to swear my loyalty to their cause. They needed to have my word in order for me to continue in their plans with them. I nodded in understanding and I started to feel the weight of the moment settle over me. “I’m ready to swear my loyalty to your cause.” I said, my voice firm. “Good.” The redhead stepped closer, her eyes locking onto mine. “Repeat after me. I pledge my life to the cause of freedom, to protect the weak, and to fight against the tyranny of the crown.”

"What does it mean? How does that help Kael now?" Ashiel looked at the temple, then at his own hands, as if seeing the ghost of the blood oath. "The Oath was a promise of shared pain. Of taking on each other's burdens. Kael's power is a burden. A heavy one. Perhaps... perhaps the Oath can be used again. Not to bind a protector to a goddess, but to bind a family together. To share Kael's burden so he does not have to bear it alone." Liora's breath caught. "Share the weight of being an anchor?"

The first Blood Oath had never been created as a punishment. It had been created as a bond. The original purpose was protection. The oath connected two souls so they could share strength, preserve memories, and prevent a dangerous force from controlling human choices. The rules were different from the ones Valerie had been forced to follow. The original oath demanded loyalty, protection, and honesty. It was never meant to control love. It was never meant to turn a bride into a sacrifice. Someone had changed the meaning over generations. Someone had taken a bond created from trust and transformed it into a system built on fear.

He swung his legs over the edge of the cot and dropped heavily to his right knee onto the cold stone floor, bowing his head before Marcus. "I accept the blade, Alpha King," Devon rasped, his voice thick with emotion. He reached out his right hand, his fingers clamping firmly around the leather-wrapped hilt of the ceremonial dagger to seal the blood oath of fealty to Marcus and Elena. The moment Devon's fingers tightened around the weapon, a sharp, metallic click echoed from inside the hilt.

Fair wasn’t a word that could be applied to human/wolf relations and we just had to accept it. “You’re right, The Dirty Den isn’t worth the risk, but getting one over on our lords and masters is. Call me a rebel.” He tipped his glass up in a salute, clearly enjoying seeing himself in the role of a disrupter. If I’d seen him walking down the street I never would have guessed it, he looked so straight-laced. “I’ll keep that in mind.” I saluted him with my glass in return. “Can you point me towards the bar? I need to find my friend.”

“I needed you…” Grayson’s gaze burned into her, the anger and frustration surging, “Do not make me come to your senses with threats,” his grandfather growled, glancing between them. “You will stay by her side. You will protect her. You will uphold the Voss name!” Grayson clenched his jaw, silent, torn. Every instinct in him screamed for Isla, for the truth he had been denied, but the weight of his family’s expectation pressed down like a vice.

she whispered, and he smiled, shaking his head. “No,” he corrected gently, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. “She’s ours. That’s what makes her perfect.” There was a moment of silence, comfortable and intimate, as the three of them sat together—mother, father, child—forming a fragile but unbreakable circle. Devon felt the weight of his promise press against him anew. He would not fail them. He would not allow harm to touch them if he could help it. The vow he had made at their wedding, whispered against her hair, now found tangible form in the delicate curve of Camille’s hand around his finger.

Alejandro asked and Massimo nodded. "I won't be handling it to you anymore because it had a condition!" He said and Alejandro brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" "Sorry Andro, but I can't" "Are you f*cking joking right now, you promised you were gonna give me the safe and the code once you've gotten it from godmother!" Alejandro flared up. "I made an oath Andro, you should understand!" "I don't care about any f*cking oath. I'm the one entitled to it and I'm supposed to get it but godmother favoured you instead" Alejandro yelled and Massimo exhaled.