Oath Of Love Novels & Stories

The first picture is their two hands holding each other, as you can clearly see their wedding rings, then the background is the super many padlocks. The next picture on the collage is the two of them, the girl is bowing and the guy is kissing the girl's forehead, they are holding hands and they look super sweet. Next photo is them locking the padlock on my wall and the last photo says it all, kissing they and the background are the padlocks. I also read the caption and hashtags in the post before I uploaded my I*******m. "Our love for each other will be forever locked." Then my padlock icon.

She pulled Kael close, her lips brushing his. “I love you,” she said, tears falling. He shook his head, his eyes glistening. “Don’t do this.” “I have to,” she said, stepping toward the altar. The crimson light in her claws flared, the Oath’s power surging. Rathar lunged, but Kael tackled him, their bodies crashing into the stone. Aria reached the altar, her blood dripping onto its surface. “Lunara sanguis,” she whispered, the old words burning her throat.

The priest raised his hands. “By the power vested in me—and by the oaths you have sworn before these witnesses—you are bound. Husband and wife.” No kiss yet. The blood oath came next. A small silver dagger rested on a velvet cushion. I took it. Pricked my thumb. A single drop of red welled. Elena did the same. No flinch. We pressed our thumbs together. Blood mingling. “By blood,” I said, voice carrying across the silent lawn, “I bind my life to yours. My enemies are yours. My protection is yours. My name is yours.”

It felt so good to be in love and also be loved. I cleared my throat and smiled at him. "I will love you for a lifetime. I'm yours and you are mine. Today, I promise to love and take care of that tiny heart of yours. Yes, you belong to me, and I'm yours exclusively… I promise no one can take the place you have in my heart. I will always be with you and I'd never leave you. That I promise." This was the oath we turned a blind eye to when we got married five years ago. But now, when saying it, we felt a sacred feeling.

I sniffled, trying to clean up the tears in my eyes. “I don't want us to separate at some point in our lives. We've grown so fond of each other.” She took a deep breath and lifted my eyes to meet hers. “You're right, Arianna. I don't want that for myself either.” “So what are we going to do?” “We'll take an oath. An oath that will be a symbol of our loyalty and love for each other.” With that single declaration, we made an oath to each other. We promised that no matter what, we were going to somehow find our way back to each other, never forsaking ourselves in the long run.

He mentioned, while he was reading the oath documents. “I promise to love her even in health and sickness.” Priest said, with the microphone. Signaling us to repeat whatever he mentioned. “We promise to love each other in sickness and health. Whatever situations we find ourselves in would only be the reason for our everlasting bond.” We echoed together, the crowd flickered their hands. “The next is the marking ritual.” He said, signaling us to sit closer to each other. “Roman, you have to mark your wife.” He suggested. Instantly, Roman drew closer to me as his teeth became more sharp. He bit me, that I could feel the painful sensation as blood stripped down.

Lyria said. Her words washed over me, and I finally felt at ease—my fear melting away. “I know that any oath made here can’t be broken. That’s why I promise you, Selene, no matter what happens, I will never stop loving you or leave your side for anyone else. The day I break this and make you cry because of it is the day I deserve to die brutally. But I promise you—that day will never come, because I will keep loving you, Selene,” Ronan said, looking into my eyes with love shining in his.

I said angrily, "It's so wicked to have such an idea. Don't worry, I swear to the Moon Goddess that I will only love you for the rest of my life." When Blake heard my words, his expression instantly became better. "Really? Cathy." Blake placed his hands on my shoulders, his voice carrying a bit of unease and expectation. I had never heard Blake speak in such a nervous and uneasy tone. After all, he was the Lycan King of the wolf pack. I said, "I swear to the Moon Goddess that I will only love Blake for the rest of my life. My son is included." Blake grabbed my hand and gently kissed it again and again. I could feel his deep love for me. "Remember your oath. Other than me, no other man can st

“Money doesn’t buy loyalty to the Swan. Your father couldn’t save your mother, and he sure as hell can’t save you. That alliance with the Volkov’s? It’s going to get you both buried. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure the message gets sent loud and clear with you dead.” Victor made a weak gurgle, his hand twitching on the table. I reached for him again. “Victor, just hold on for a bit. Please.” The waitress pulled a gun from under her apron, pointing it straight at my chest. “Now you get to join him. No more questions. No more digging. The Swan sends her regards, DeLorenzo.” I slowly reached for my gun, she noticed. “Wait, don’t...” She fired without another word.