Oath Of Devotion Novels & Stories

There were two types of oaths that were all serious enough that they could end another person’s life: the knight’s oath and the lover's oath. The knight’s oath was for a knight to his chosen master or an owner. Whoever a person chose to dedicate his sword to would remain for a lifetime even when his master already has children. In this oath, only the knight has to speak about his devotion while the master would only speak to accept it. If the knight who swore the oath failed his duty to protect his master, he would die. Aside from that, a knight can only have one master while the master can accept as many he wants.

“I stand before the Alpha, Luna, and the pack, Leaving behind the life I once knew, To embrace the kin to whom I bind myself to. I pledge my loyalty to the pack, To uphold and honour the legacy of our ancestors. In the presence of the Moon Goddess, I vow to protect my kin with all my strength and heart. I bind myself to this pack— My blood, my heart, my mind, my soul. I will be one with the pack, And I swear this oath until my final breath.” I couldn’t help the shiver that spread across my whole body upon hearing the Oath of Fealty. It was such a monumental moment to feel another person connected to the bond of the pack. And based on the bliss and satisfied expressions of those who swore the

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

’ I whisper, my heart aching in the best way possible. Devon reaches for my hand when I get to him, his grip steady and warm. The priest signals for us to start our vows, we knew the words already because we wrote it ourselves. Devon starts first, his voice deep and thick with emotion. “I didn’t expect you, Arya. Not on that cruise ship, not even in my life. But gosh, you changed everything. You challenged me, you softened me, you scared the hell out of me. I didn’t know love is supposed to be this way- like home. I vow to always protect you, to fight for us and to be yours, completely. Always.”

“We are here to discuss the wording of the imperial vows.” Relief immediately softened Halrem’s expression. “Excellent. Please keep them brief.” Draevor leaned back comfortably. “I prefer detailed declarations.” She glanced at him without amusement. “You already proposed publicly for nearly twenty minutes.” “It was a historic occasion.” “It was psychological warfare.” The priests collectively fixed their attention somewhere beyond the chamber walls, pretending not to exist. After clearing his throat, High Priest Oren slid the ceremonial draft toward them. “The traditional vows emphasize devotion, obedience, harmony, and sacred submission within marriage.”

"I've spent seventeen years honoring a promise made on my behalf before I understood what it meant. I intend to spend whatever comes next honoring one I've made for myself." The old oath required a physical gesture, a warrior's blood mixed with the soil of the bound pack's territory, sealed before witnesses — and Dominic performed it there in the hall, a shallow cut across his palm, blood pressed into a small dish of Moonlight earth Reid had prepared in advance, the ancient words spoken clear and unhesitating.

When I got closer, I became painfully aware of the height difference. “You clean up well,” he murmured under his breath. I forced a tight smile. The priest began speaking, his voice steady and ceremonial. Words about unity. Commitment. Partnership. The irony almost made me laugh. We were promising lifelong devotion based on legal clauses and strategic advantages. Well, a year long devotion at least. When it was time for vows, we recited the prepared lines. They sounded convincing. Even to me. The rings were exchanged. His fingers were warm when they brushed mine.

"It's Teresa Hart." The woman smiled awkwardly. "Right. Sorry." She held out the custody exchange form. "If both parents could sign..." Asher took the clipboard. Instead of signing, he started reading every line. Slowly... Teresa stared at him. "You've signed this same form every Wednesday." "Hmm." "You know what's on it." She glared at him. "I like to be thorough." Emma tugged at Teresa's sleeve. "Mommy..." "I'm here." Asher still hadn't picked up the pen. Teresa could almost hear the whispers. That's them. The Grimhollows. The divorce case. She hated this — not for herself, but because Emma noticed. Children always noticed.

“We stand here not to revive the old order, but to bury it properly.” She looked each woman in the eyes. “The new oath is simple, We vow to tell the truth. We vow to protect choice. We vow to never again let love become a weapon.” The women watched her, breathing shallow, waiting. “No blades,” she said. “No blood bowls.” “No sacrifices.” “No spells.” “No chains.” Just truth. Olivia placed one hand over her heart. “If you accept this vow, not to me, but to yourselves, step forward.” One woman stepped.

She sat down next to him, "If you are truly ours...what can you say of the blood oath sworn at the riverbend?" Elijah searched through his fragmented memories and every dream. He did recall there was an oath of that sort, but he didn't know how to explain it well, purely following instinct as he answered, "That oath was made to bind more than flesh. It was about trust. About never abandoning one another, even if the river floods, even if the world burns. I don't remember the words...But I know the weight of them. And I swear to you now, I'll uphold it. Whether I remember or not,"