Oath Of Silence Novels & Stories

The Vow of the Iron Silence Ethan looked at his family—the "Absolute" truth of his life. He had "Liquidated" his empire in the "City of Stone," traded his "Social Influence" for "Physical Assets," and abandoned his "Gilded" identity to become a "Human Error" in the "Sovereign" ledger. But here, in the "Iron Silence" of the mountain, he felt a "Dominating" sense of purpose.

"She... took... them." ​Silas stood up, his face reddening. "You’re speaking? After five years of silence, you break your vow for a Romanov brat? This is treason, Dante! The Treaty states—" ​"The Treaty is dead," I interrupted, stepping forward and slamming a leather folder onto the marble table. "And so is your leverage. Silas, you’ve been funneling three percent of the Moretti heroin trade into a private account in the Cayman Islands for six years. Account number ending in 9921. Correct?"

“But if they do… no one will know they ever existed.” They met in the crypt hall to finalize the oath, a ritual older than any paper contract. Each Specter swore on a drop of blood and a whisper of silence. Bianca stood beneath the serpent crest, the torches flickering shadows across her face. As the last oath was taken, a faint tremor ran through the stone beneath their feet. Lucia paused. “Did you feel that?” Matteo’s gaze snapped to Bianca. She didn’t answer, only turned toward the sealed archway, where the carvings seemed to shimmer faintly in the light.

The more ignorant she is, the fewer questions she asks, which is better because the last thing I want right now was a curious woman. The inner circle which comprises of my most trusted men who have been sworn into Omertà, taken the oath of allegiance and silence were already in the sealed room, I stepped in through the only exit it has, they sat where they always sat. The sealed room has no windows, no phones, and a single exit. One long table scarred with knives and deals was at the center of the room.

Raia leaned on the chair while looking at the ceiling. "Who's your sacrificial friend, Raia?" All of a sudden, Osamu asked him while still reading his book. "Hm? Let's see...I don't have anyone aside from you," he said while looking at him. "But you know, you can't choose your partner, right?" Osamu asked him again. "Yeah, that's why I chose him," he replied with a lower voice. Osamu looked at Raia and got what he meant. It looks like Raia didn't intend to tell him who it was, so he chose to remain silent. Besides, he also doesn't want to tell anyone about his own sacrificial friend.

" Hearing Leah's name, my heart felt completely numb. It no longer hurt. I simply nodded. Shane's lips moved again as if he wanted to say more, but before he could, I quickly reached out and closed the door. The lock clicked softly, cutting off everything between inside and outside. Through the glass, I saw Shane standing there stiffly. A moment later, he picked up the still-crying Katie and walked toward a black SUV. The door closed. One of the guards asked, "Alpha, should we head to the ceremony now?" Shane looked down at Katie in his arms. There was a look of mixed emotions in his eyes. "No," he said in a deep voice. "Let's go home first."

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Alessandro looked at Leonardo. Leonardo answered. “He ordered the deaths of everyone who knew about the ledger.” Zara felt a chill. “My mother.” “Not directly,” Leonardo said. “But he gave the order.” “Who carried it out?” Leonardo looked at her. “Leonardo.” Zara’s heart stopped. She looked at the man standing beside them. “You?” Leonardo’s face fell. “I was ordered to silence her.” “But you didn’t.” “No.” “What happened?” Leonardo’s voice cracked.

There was no hesitance or reluctance as Alexander immediately agreed. “Recite the oath of omertà.” Alexander turned to the crowd with confidence in his stature. “I vow to never, under any circumstances, apply for justice to the legal authorities and never to assist in detecting crimes committed against oneself or others. The right to avenge wrongs is reserved for the victims and their families. If I break this vow, may I be punished with death?” I let out a breathy exhale at the vow. This was the infamous code of silence that was punishable by death. To think that Alexander made this vow without fear.

"I need... I'm calling because of the pact, Astance." The silence returned, colder this time. Five years ago, on a rain-slicked pier with our hearts in tatters, we had made a blood oath of silence. We had promised that we would never speak again, never cross paths, and never inhabit the same circles. We were a chemical reaction that had levelled a city, and for the safety of the world, we had to remain apart. But there had been one caveat, the Final Wish. A single, unbreakable favour that either could claim, no questions asked, before we vanished from each other’s lives forever.