Oath Of Love Novels & Stories

“Florence?” When I didn’t respond, Dylan must have sensed something was off. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” I forced myself to hold back the emotions that were about to burst out of me. My voice came out hoarse as I asked, “Dylan, do you still remember the oath you made to me? “Do you remember saying you’d never betray me for the rest of your life?” He once stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess and swore, “I, Dylan, swear before the sacred Moon Goddess that I will love only Florence for the rest of my life and never betray her. If I break this oath, may I be denied true love forever and die alone.”

Instead, I glared up at him, willing him to say something—anything—to break the tension. The elder continued, blissfully unaware of the charged exchange unfolding before him. “May their love and loyalty to each other be unbreakable as the mountains and as endless as the rivers.” I let out a sharp, cold laugh, a sound devoid of warmth or mirth. “Love? Loyalty? You mean, may Tristan's ownership of me be forever sealed,” I declared, my voice rising enough to carry across the gathered crowd, the weight of my words hanging in the damp air, challenging the very nature of the vows being spoken.

She had no other options left. Alex gently wiped away Kathy's tears and placed her hand on his chest. "I swear on my life to serve you loyally and never betray you." This was the highest oath in their tribe, requiring a blood pact. Breaking the vow would result in a violent death. Kathy didn't interrupt him and let him continue, looking at him helplessly like a trembling little animal.

Gianna’s POV The priest’s voice echoed through the church. “Gianna Giovanni,” the priest continued, turning his gaze to me. “Do you swear your oath?” I swallowed hard, then spoke, my voice confident despite the pounding of my heart. “I am bound to you this day. Body, heart, and soul, till death. No other man will touch me. No other man will have me. I belong to you, in loyalty and in blood, forsaking all others. Till death parts us.”

When they lifted the lid, she was surprised to find nothing on the plate. The man continued, "To mark your first bond, you will seal this oath with your blood. This is to pledge your loyalty and alliance and to give your word that in joining, you both become not two bodies, but one." She could almost grunt in disgust, but before she could digest it, Earl stretched out his hand in front of her. She didn't know what to do, so she just stared at the outstretched hand. "Your hand."

“You’ll swear to the gods if you don’t love me anymore. All you have to do is repeat after my oaths. After that, I promise, I’ll never bother you again.” “Speak.” Jay felt irritation creep up due to her strong-headedness. “I, Jay, will never love Angeline again.” Startled, Jay repeated after her softly, “I, Jay, will never love Angeline again.” Angeline trembled with tears in her eyes. How could he speak such ruthless oaths? She clenched her jaw. “Should I, Jay, be lying, Angeline shall thus be struck by lightning and banished from all chances of reincarnation.” Jay’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared fiercely at Angeline. The veins in his eyes were glistening…

Each syllable weighed upon those who heard it — not like a threat, but like inevitability. Riven repeated the words after him, the echo rolling across the hall. There was no flourish in his delivery, no attempt to add warmth or intimacy. The words were legal, binding, severe. Above blood. Above desire. Kaelin’s chest tightened. Not because she loved him — not yet — but because she recognised what he had just committed to. The oath was not a statement of courage. It was a sentence. He was no longer merely a man of honour. He was a living instrument of structure, and she was now positioned to watch it bend and fracture under pressure.

“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.

He cried and whispered, "I will find a way to bring you back, even at the cost of my immortality and power. I'll vanish if you vanish. Even if your soul shatters into pieces, I'll gather them all and bring you back at the cost of my life. You are the only reason I exist. The only reason I was loyal to the queen and the first ruler, even at the cost of my blood and race. I love you enough to die for you." His body glowed, so I pulled away in surprise, and I suddenly felt a stinging pain in my chest as a crest of an oath suddenly appeared at the location of my heart, similar to Dylan's. "What's this?" I gasped as my breath grew heavy due to the sensation of the sudden pain.

"Always." The Binding Oath was an ancient rite, almost lost to time. It was once the ceremony used to anoint leaders not by blood or ambition, but by spirit. When Arthur and Isabella stepped into the circle, the torches dimmed, and a low hum filled the air—as if the cathedral itself remembered. Michael raised the Book of Declarations and began to chant, his voice steady, each word resonating like thunder. "Let this bond be sealed not by name or house, but by sacrifice. Let the blood spilled and the hearts broken be the foundation of the world to come."