Oath Of Silence Novels & Stories

The first of the quiet oaths — the ones not spoken but made, were already forming. Silence settled at last, but it was a different silence than the one that had greeted her at the start of the night. This one held the shape of a beginning, not an ending. It vibrated with potential and threat, with the knowledge that in every bowed head there was a ledger, and in every ledger, a future reckoning. Nicole exhaled, and the breath sounded like iron meeting fire.

I was going to be loyal to him in any way I could, no matter the circumstances. “I swear to silence,” he began. “I swear to silence,” I repeated. “I will speak of nothing I see. I will never betray what I learn.” “I will speak of nothing I see. I will never betray what I learn.” “I will carry this weight in life, and into the grave.” “I will carry this weight in life, and into the grave.” “If I break this oath, may I be forgotten by the ones I love, and hunted by those I do not.” I hesitated. Was I agreeing to be killed if I betrayed Maxim when I already had? I almost didn’t say the words but then I swallowed every doubt and repeated the words.

Bleeding. SILENCE

My eyes remained on him just praying he would do something so I could go tell Alex, and leave it to him to take care of this. "Omertà is the code of silence. There's one thing in this world that you must abide by if you want to survive and that is omertà. What you see, hear, taste or even smell must be kept to yourself, or if it's actually useful information with the don," he explains. My eyebrows pull together at the last word he had spoken of; don.

She looked even more devastated. "Purity cannot find out about this, you cannot tell her, she would start hoping for something that can never happen, and I do not want to disappoint my daughter like that." She told me, and I just nodded. "Do not worry, I already know that. I am sure Sofia knows not to say a thing without asking about it first. She is used to the Omertà law already." I explained. She raised a brow. "What is that? Omertà?" "A code of silence. Basically, a vow not to speak of the happenings in the Brotherhood to an outsider, even with a gun to your head." I answered and she just swallowed, then relaxed, saying nothing.

Maren gasped but didn't pull away. Then Kira cut her own palm and pressed them together, wrapping silver cord around their joined hands. "Repeat after me," Kira said. She began speaking in a language I'd never heard before. Maren repeated them haltingly. Her face went white. "I bind my silence with blood and silver," Kira said in English now. "What I have witnessed stays witnessed. What I have seen stays seen. Should I break this oath, may my life be forfeit." "Should I break this oath, may my life be forfeit," Maren whispered.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” A deep voice interrogated from behind. Ophelia froze while tears began forming. “Moon goddess!” She whispered…

Dani quickly caught him and helped him to sit on the sofa again. “It’s done. Khalid has made what I suppose you could call an unbreakable vow. We call it the blood oath. Anything we say to him, he cannot repeat or use in a way that could harm us. The blood oath will take every drop from his veins if he does.” Isis explained, looking a little wobbly herself. I quickly moved to wrap my arm around her so she’d stay upright. “You didn’t have to push yourself.” I whispered, nuzzling her neck.

Aetheria — The Oathkeeper The Chamber of Ledgerlight was a cathedral of silence. Columns of etched silver rose like frozen waterfalls, each line a vow, each shimmer a life promised to another. I stood among them with bandaged hands I had not needed for an age, gloves hiding the ruin the Loom’s corruption had carved into my palms. I am the Oathkeeper. And tonight I would do something I had sworn never to do: reach directly into a mortal thread.

This time, growls resonated sharper with this demand. Only then did Cassian move. He stepped forward and raised his hand, silence falling instantly as if night had itself bowed to him. “I have heard you all,” he said, his voice steady. “The execution will begin now!” Cassian gestured to the priest. That old man lifted the silver sword with both hands and presented it to Cassian with a solemn bow. The whole crowd fell into a heavy, expectant silence, the kind that pressed against my chest until breathing felt hard.