Oath Of Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You are the symbol of our new peace. The oath we will forge will bind our fates together, for better or worse." Selene’s heart pounded in her chest, the weight of the ritual pressing down on her. The Soul-Oath was a cruel thing, an unbreakable bond that would make her life—her soul—his. The ritual was ancient, powerful, and irreversible. As Kael’s hand moved to place the ceremonial seal on her wrist, Selene felt the sting of the glyph’s ink, the sharp pain of it burrowing into her skin. Her breath hitched. *This is it.* The bond was beginning, and there was no way to stop it.

“He can’t reach this far, but he can watch. Finish before he finds you.” “There is no finish,” Evelyn added softly. “Only choosing — and the price of what you refuse to choose.” They walked. Faces shimmered in the watery sky — Vale in a doorway, Cassian’s laugh, Ronan’s eyes mouthing her name. A thread tugged behind her heart. She pressed it down. “The Oath began as a pact of fear,” Evelyn said. “Wolves feared their own dark; men feared the wolves. They bound power to love and called it safety. Until men learned promises could be twisted.”

Tears spill. “I vowed to kill you if I ever saw you again.” The vow tastes like ash on my tongue. Her lips tremble, and still she nods, as though she accepts it. My chest splits open. She is my mate, my love, carrying my heir. And yet my word binds me. An Alpha’s oath. “How can I kill the one I love?” My voice fractures, tears streaking at last. She sobs, raw and broken. For a heartbeat, I want to lift her, carry her upstairs, love her forever.

Esmeralda was starting to bask in the openness of the exchange. "I do not doubt the integrity of anyone in this vehicle, except for me," I gave her a weary grin. "The failure of oaths is mine. Ishara was bound by an Oath and has failed in her pledge. You are wrong about the romance and I am sure you have misunderstood my definition. I live for the day when no sons are sent to the cliffs as newborns - Love, Esmeralda. Love."

"So today, I promise you this: I will trust you with my heart, my fears, my dreams, and my darkness. I promise to keep growing, keep healing, keep becoming the mate you deserve. I will be faithful, honest, and true. I will love you in the easy moments and the difficult ones, in sickness and health, in joy and sorrow. You are my mate, my alpha, my king, my home. And I promise to love you with everything I am, for all of eternity." Silence hung over the garden for a heartbeat, profound and sacred. Then Damon pulled me forward, crushing me against his chest in an embrace that probably violated ceremony protocol but neither of us cared. "I love you," he whispered against my hair. "Stars above, M

Sterilization sweep (all surfaces and tools) Specimen readiness (Ellie’s ova vial, labelled with date) Sperm capsule integrity (Amy’s donor sample), Incubator lock tests (backup battery charged) Emergency shutoff protocols Biometric confirmations (Ellie, Amy, Dario passcodes) Guard rotations (two outside, two inside each corridor) Final surgeon’s oath (Ellie and Amy’s signatures) Ceremonial vow (spoken freely, unrecorded) Ellie’s pulse pounded as she checked each line. She paused at item 9 and pressed her thumb against the paper, smudging ink. The oath: “We enter this threshold bound by trust, by hope, and by love. Should anything fail, we bear the witness of our own will.”

"You beautiful, stubborn, impossible fool." "Your fool," Marcus corrected, pressing a kiss to her forehead, her temple, the corner of her mouth. "Forever. If you'll have me." She laughed, and the sound was like music, like moonlight, like everything he had ever wanted and never known how to ask for. "I already chose you, Marcus Marsh. Seventeen years ago, beneath the full moon, with the stars as our witnesses. I chose you then, and I choose you now, and I will choose you in every life that follows. That was always the truth of the Guardian's oath. Not duty. Not obligation. Just love. Endless, unreasonable, unstoppable love."

“Ahaha! What took you so long to confess that? Alright, what would it be then?” “... This woman, our children, I will use my gifted strength to protect them. My wife owns my loyalty. Our children own my love. I covenant to every powerful deity that in the middle of the crowd of betrayal, or bitterness, I will stay with this woman who called my name and lifted me out from the darkness. I promise to love her… Down beneath the pit of thorns.” … … THE END

The last time I checked, Maisie Illeana, the one I loved and lived for was in a critical position after too much exposure to the sun. As we waited, one tall, thin doctor walked up to us. His veins were popping out. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, "I'm sorry -" ** And that, my dear friends is how fate chose neither of the options, "love or live," for how could I live after all I'd passed and how could I love after how life had dealt with me. But besides all this, my father smiled and if that wasn't queer, I don't know what is.