Oath Of Silence Novels & Stories

he said, and brought out his blade. I took some steps back, and took on a defensive stance at once. "So this is where you want to kill me?" He scoffed. "No. I would not kill you here. I just want you to slice your palm so you take an oath of silence." "Don't know about that." "After you take this oath, I'll tell you the secret." I didn't have much of a choice. He was standing in front of a locked door. And I wasn't trained to fight in dark places.

"One absence experienced from a thousand perspectives." "If that is true," Katherine said, and her voice dropped to the register she used when she was about to deliver news that would ruin everyone's day, "then we are not fighting an invading force. We are living inside one. The Silence is not coming through the membrane. The Silence is the space that the membrane exists in. We have been building our choir inside the belly of something that is now waking up." The compass burned. Jack closed his eyes. Behind his eyelids, the Utterance stirred with ancient, weary understanding.

Kael’s voice rang out, cutting through the whispers, “a Soul-Oath will be forged between myself and an enemy Omega. It will bind our lives, our souls, for peace.” The council members froze. A hushed silence fell over the room as the weight of his words settled in. The Soul-Oath was forbidden, a bond that could not be undone once forged. It meant shared pain, shared life, shared death. “No!” One of the councilors, Lord Orlin, stood, his face pale with disbelief. “Your Highness, you cannot—” “I can,” Kael interrupted, his voice as sharp as a blade. “This is the only way. To stop the bloodshed, to end the endless wars. This is the price of peace.”

"We are done here!" "No." Silas raised a hand. A shimmer of blue light rippled through the air. "I invoke the Truth Oath. Pack magic, Victor. Ancient and unbreakable." The air in Elodie’s lungs turned to lead. A cold, invisible band tightened around her throat. It burned, a soul-searing heat that made her vision blur. "Answer me, girl," Silas leaned in, his face like a vulture over a carcass. "Are you pregnant with the Alpha King's child?"

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the two men who cherish me above all else are absent. One is Vittorio Luciano, the only son of the Luciano family from the east, while the other is Carlos Gambino, the heir to the Gambino family from the south. This is a matter that could easily be settled with a few words, yet they try to think up all sorts of excuses to brush me off. "Anna, a gunfight has broken out at the port to the north, so I really can't step away." "I have to hold a family meeting with the elders. I can't skip it." However, the two men have barely hung up on me when I see them appear beside my adopted younger sister, Liliana Siciliano, at her coming-of-age ceremony. The

Elena Whitmore did not swear to protect her sister by controlling the world around her. She swore to stand where truth would be most exposed. And in doing so, she accepted the risk that came with refusing to be managed into safety. The oath was not ceremonial. It was irrevocable. And it would change how the next phase of the war was fought. Because now, when the system reached for silence, it would find two women who had already decided that silence was no longer an option. And one of them had just sworn never to step aside.

With deliberate movements, he then positioned the burning card onto my bloodied palm, letting the flames dance on the melding elements. "Repeat after me, Vincenzo," he ordered. "May I burn in hell if I betray my friends and family," I vowed. "Now, in this silent code, you promise never to betray the family. Your loyalty is your strength, and silence is your shield. Swear to protect our secrets and uphold the honor of the family." I repeated, "Now, in this silent code, I promise never to betray the family. My loyalty is my strength, and silence is my shield. I swear to protect our secrets and uphold the honor of the family."

With his degenerate son, who is about to be sworn into the family. Matteo knows he has to take the oath of Omertà; the code of silence their father told them about. Only then will he be a part of Cosa Nostra. He looked it up this week. He has to swear loyalty to the organization; swear that he won't talk to any authorities, the government, or any outsider about anything, as of today. They're supposed to be merely people who owe them favors. Those who don't owe them favors are irrelevant, and those who don't qualify as irrelevant are enemies.