Oath Of Silence Novels & Stories

Each of them bore a faint mark on their wrists — the anchor runes Silas had inked into their skin with ash and salt. “Positions,” Silas murmured. His voice was calm but low. “North, south, east, west. Don’t break the circle until I signal.” Mara adjusted her bow and nodded, peeling off toward the eastern pillar. Caleb went south, knife sheathed under his cloak. Lyra strode to the north, blade reversed, expression blank. Silas remained with Ava for a moment, looking at her with something almost like regret. “Remember,” he said. “Let them start the oath. You don’t speak until the third question.”

Guarding. Waiting. In silence.

—S Her heartbeat stuttered. Silas? The lake was like glass, reflecting the moon. Silas stood at the edge, shirt discarded, the runes on his chest glowing faintly in the moonlight. “I’m not here to make you choose,” he said. “Then why are you here?” He took her hand gently—like he was afraid to break her. “To offer you a choice.” He drew a blade across his palm, letting the blood fall into the water. “Swear the Blood Oath with me, and I’ll never touch your power. I’ll protect it. I’ll protect you.”

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.”

“All those who wish to participate are required to make a vow of silence—to the God of Death, Naraksus.” The room fell silent, the weight of her words settling heavily upon us. “This vow can mean your life or death,” Princess Ladia added, emphasizing the gravity of the situation as if the mention of the God of Death wasn’t already enough to instil a sense of foreboding. “Those who do not wish to participate can leave this room now,” Adelaine continued a gleam of determination in her eyes.

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

They vowed to hold on when it became easier to let go. To believe in each other when the world questioned them. To walk forward, even when the path demanded sacrifice. Outside, the church remained silent. Inside, two hearts beat with quiet defiance. And though neither of them could see it yet, that vow—born under scrutiny, sealed in isolation—would shape their future more profoundly than any sermon ever had.

"At the time, you were just the fiancé of a target. I didn't know you." "But you let it happen," I said, my voice dropping into a whisper that felt far deadlier than a scream. "Don't remind me about it again. You let me walk into that apartment and find them together because it suited your timeline." This was the first real crack. It wasn't a standard betrayal, he hadn't lied to me, and he hadn't broken our contract. But it was a failure of humanity. A calculated silence that felt infinitely worse than any lie. I looked at him for one last, devastating second, seeing the cold, analytical mind that ruled his world.

2. Got away by an inch Silence befell, and the crowded hall turned eerily still. Every existing soul was rendered motionless as they stared in the direction of table number five. All the gazes burned holes in Aria’s back. To say she was used to all the ignorance and cold treatment everyone gave her. As every eyeball appraised her at this moment, she prayed for the windows to burst open. She wished for a tornado to sweep her out of the room and take her away.

he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly. Kelvin pulled the birthday boy into a hug. "You're welcome. You're happy, right?" Kinsley nodded vigorously in response. "Good." The older boy chuckled. From a distance, by one of the windows of the school building, someone is gritting his teeth. "Tsk. He's too happy and crying over an effing phone,” he muttered. * * * "The great deaf is here!" One young werewolf announced as Kinsley entered a large room for the monthly meeting of the aspiring hunters, trackers, and warriors, even healers of the pack. The pack members in this group are ages twelve to seventeen, who will soon be given their rank.