Oath Of Silence Novels & Stories

My gaze never wavered and not a speck of emotion betrayed itself. "Fine," he sighed. "I will do it. You have to promise that you won't kill me in an effort to silence me after." "Only if you swear an oath on the goddess you serve that everything we just discussed will remain a secret between me and you. No one else should or would learn of this. Until the day you die." "I swear on the Moon Goddess," he said with a sigh. "I will never divulge the details of our conversation today to anyone or anything, for any reason whatsoever."

"Come up here, child.” Nolan obeys, climbing the steps towards Old Mia. “You will swear an Oath of Silence for me. So that whatever you heard you may not divulge to a single soul.” “I´ll do it. Just please, spare me.” “There´s no need to be afraid, Nolan. All I require from you is the Oath. Take my hand.” Nolan complies, taking Old Mia´s frail hand. The moment their hands touch, the Oath is administered, the promise spoken within their minds. Although with it comes an image. An image of myself.

"Before I say anything, we have to be linked." I frowned. "Linked?" "A blood oath," Gazelle clarified. "It’s the only way to ensure secrecy. Once we take the oath, no one can leak information without dire consequences. If anyone dares to betray this plan or gives information to the wrong person—" She paused, her smile turning wicked. "They will pay with their life." The room fell into a heavy silence. I glanced around, gauging everyone’s reaction. Luka tapped his fingers against the table, his expression unreadable. Keiran’s jaw was clenched, tension rippling through his body. Selene sat rigid, her eyes flickering with unease. Elias, as always, remained impossibly calm.

It was the sound of nothing trying to imitate something. And as he clicked, the Silent Brothers began to… vibrate. A low, sub-audible hum emanated from them, a sound you felt in your teeth rather than heard with your ears. It was a hum of pure negation. It was the sound of the void. Liora understood. This was their ritual. This was how they reinforced the silence. They weren't just avoiding sound; they were actively worshipping the lack of it. The Hush's clicking was their liturgy, and the Brothers' hum was their hymn of emptiness.

No one dared speak above a whisper: the moon-oath ceremony was older than any Alpha, and lying beneath its symbol was said to twist a wolf’s tongue to ash. Ophelia stood on the eastern arc, palms slick despite the chill. Maeve and Ash hovered just beyond the cordon of guards. On the western arc, Caroline appeared flanked by two retainers, her hair braided in austere coils, sable cloak hiding manacles. Beta Hawthorne stalked behind her, jaw set like quarried stone. Dylan stepped into the center. Moonlight still lingered, pale against the rising sun, enough to sanctify the vow. His voice carried without effort.

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

"Repeat after me. I, say your name," We all followed along. "...by the blood of my body, do swear..." "by the blood of my body, do swear," "...to take this oath to my grave." "to take this oath to my grave." "...I will not speak about family matters with outsiders. I will not betray any action or deed ordered by the Don. I will not betray a brother or sister. I will do nothing to endanger a brother or sister." I looked at Nico as I repeated the last sentence.

Come with us to the hospital for treatment, okay? The scene fell into silence. When I looked up again, my voice carried a mix of bitterness and gratitude. "I'll agree to the filming. Call it payback for saving my mom." … Filming Log: June 11, 2024 Looking at the words "Body Donation" on the contract, I suddenly turned to the camera. "Where will these videos be shown? I don't want my parents to see them. They can never find out, not for their entire lives." Tara immediately cut me off. "Julian, you're not going to die. The videos will only be used as internal materials. Don't worry. They won't know."

It cut. Damon approached quietly. No guards. No tactics. Just him. “You read it?” he asked. I didn’t answer. “I didn’t know about OATH until years later,” he said. “When I found it, I was already too deep to undo it without collapsing Thorne completely.” I stared forward. “And you thought silence was safety.” He sat beside me, distance tight but uninviting. “I thought you’d hate me less if I let you win without knowing how ugly it really was.”

Strangely enough, a jolt of excitement ran through me as he continued to look at me with his serious eyes. “Am I not already a part of this world? Look who my father is.” I asked, confused how all this worked. Although they kept me in the dark, news about me had already spread. “No.” He let me go as he shook his head, and we started walking again, waiting for him to elaborate. “Your father might be a mob boss, but that doesn’t mean you’re a part of it just because you’re his daughter. You have to take an oath.” “Omertá.” I blurted, remembering I had read about it. It was a code of silence and a code of honor. Break it and you wouldn’t live to see the next hour. “Honestly, I thought it was ma