Oath Of Omerta Novels & Stories

“In a way, yes. He’s different. Yes, in his previous life, he’d hurt a lot of people, but if he gave you his word, he would walk on thin ice and would slay a dragon for you to make it happen. A mafia is bound by the code, Omertà.” Olive asked him. “What’s that?” “It’s an oath,” Lynx replied. “Their code of honor and silence not to betray or sell anyone in the mafia to authorities or their rivals. That’s why I trust Terzo.” “He’s kinda cool,” Tara said softly. I groaned and squeezed her. “I still can’t believe Olive and you have stayed under one roof without ending up throwing things at each other.” “I think she’s just trying to protect you from someone like me, and she has every reason to ha

"We needed to kill off his brother because he betrayed the omertà." "He betrayed the what?" I raise a brow. "Omertà is the code of silence and honor that we uphold as members of this organization. Betraying the omertà is one of the most shameful things you can do as a made man," he continues. "And how does one betray this code?" I ask out of curiosity. "By having a big mouth and being a pussy," he smirks. I try to stifle my laughter, "Explain further, please."

Suddenly, a surge of memories overwhelmed her—a vivid flashback to her childhood. --- *Flashback: The Oath* A younger Luna stood in a moonlit grove, her mother, Lady Elara, guiding her through a sacred ritual. The air was thick with anticipation as Luna recited the ancient words, binding herself to a legacy she scarcely understood. "This oath," Elara whispered, "is our lineage's burden and strength. It will protect and challenge you in equal measure." As Luna completed the ritual, a searing pain coursed through her, marking the inception of her hidden power.

Kael had one rule he never broke. Every piece of pack business, big or small, personal or official, he handled in strict order of priority. Never missed a beat. I'm Ella, his promised mate. I'd teased him about it more times than I could count. One evening, I tossed out the same question I'd asked a hundred times before: "Our Moon Vow ceremony has to be at the top of your list by now, right?" Every time I asked, he'd change the subject. There was always something more important. I could never figure out what could possibly matter more than bonding with me. Until the night I accidentally drank wine laced with wolfsbane at a banquet. The pain was unbearable. Kael scooped me up and drove straig

Twenty-eight: Niccolo Capaldi The summer before I graduated was the summer that I had to swear allegiance to the Cosa nostra. There were different factions in different cities all with different families running it. It was an intense system, built on loyalty, secrets, and bloodshed. At the end of August, on my eighteenth birthday, I would take what was called an omerta. A vow of silence swearing my allegiance to it. And then I would have to kill someone for them to prove my worth.

“You carry fire that was never meant for mortal blood. You are a danger to every soul who draws breath. Even she cannot shield you from what you are.” Elira’s voice cut like steel. “He is under my protection. Bound by my Oath.” The elf’s lip curled. “Your Oath is a chain. It blinded you, and it will destroy you.” For a heartbeat, the forest seemed to hold its breath. Kaelen felt the fire stir inside him again, eager to leap free, to burn these strangers who dared to threaten him. But he clenched his fists, forcing it down. Then another voice spoke, softer, from behind the line of hunters.

"Okay. Then our time here is finished. Thank you-" "Wait! Hold on. What about our-" "Unfortunately if you can't bend to my terms then I won't have anything to do with your pack" I explain before gathering my thoughts and things. "Right! Right okay, take her! She's a pain in the ass anyway" he says but there is something there that is haunting his conscience. Pain? Regret? After signing the original documents that require both signatures and blood oaths, I gather my things and go on a search for my confusing mate.

His skin was slightly tanned skin and his waist was a perfect V. Over his chest was the same tattoo Val had shown me, the Omerta tattoo, a promise of belonging to the brotherhood until death. He followed my gaze to the words under his tattoo and he read, “Con il sangue, veniamo. Con il sangue, andiamo.” “I’m not very good at Italian. What does it mean?” “With blood, we come. With blood, we go.” “It’s a reminder that you’re stuck?” He gave a curt nod. “Forever. There’s no leaving once you’re in it, especially if you’re born to it.”

My train thoughts about my mate came to a halt when I heard my beta's voice, "Explain now Alpha" I tsked my tongue and began, "We went to kill that Italian mafia leader Alfredo in a weird auction where girls from all species sold. But before I do anything as usual that Kai interrupted my mission. When I tried to find him, I saw him with an omega who suppose to be my mate as well as his. When I intend to reject her he stopped me and pleased me to work on this mate thing. I said I don't want to but he offered that he will help me in capturing all mafia lands and become a mafia king. It's a tempting offer so I accepted that offer as well as them."

the priest lowers his voice, “what’s your name mister?” “Marco,” the man replied, “Marco Rossellini.” Marco Rossellini?! I don’t have time to register the name before the man replies a firm, “Yes I do.” And then it was my turn. “Do you, Vienna Mahonnas, take Marco Rossellini as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and obey him, forsaking all others and holding only unto him till death do you part?” The gun pressed to my ribs so hard I’m sure it’ll leave indentations in my lace gown later.