Novel & Cerita Oath Of Silence

The words catch, hesitate, then burst forth, broken by tears: — I choose to walk with him, in faith and in love. Then, the brother joins our hands. His fragile fingers trace the sign of the cross above us. His eyes close for an instant, as if to seal a silent prayer. — May these betrothal vows be the seal of your covenant. Not in secrecy, but in light. Silence falls again. But it is no longer the heavy silence of nights of waiting, nor that of stifled secrets. It is a vast silence, inhabited, a silence that breathes with us.

The Watchers raised their hands. “Repeat after us,” they said in perfect unison. “I am the flame that does not falter.” Her voice was strong. “I am the flame that does not falter.” “I am the howl that will not be silenced.” “I am the howl that will not be silenced.” “I am the balance that walks between stars and shadows.” “I am the balance that walks between stars and shadows.” “I am the Oath, and the Oath is me.” “I am the Oath, and the Oath is me.”

Not hers. Strangers. Countless. Births. Goodbye. Wars. Love confessions. Everything. Then suddenly: Nothing. Absolute void. Mara glowed and ripped the view away. “What was that?” Jonas replied deadly. ‘Forget’. Silence. “Not memory.” His voice trembled. “The opposite.” The boy closed his eyes. “We called it silence.” The name seemed to darken the air itself. The city besieged. Lyra whispered: “Don’t speak his name.”

His nerve snapped. "I THINK YOU WON'T MIND SEEING A REPEAT OF THE LAST TI...-- His fisted hands flew up and he slammed against the shield with all his anger inside. Immediately, a crack formed on the shield, shutting her up and sending shock waves through the whole court room. His eyes held a gaze that mirrored his bloodthirst and he placed it on her. Out of nowhere, the whole building trembled under his feet, he couldn't care less about the restless movements of the eleven dogs who had remained silent the whole time.

In the past few days, more and more of my memories had slipped away. These few minutes of light were my only chance to hold onto what little I had left—an opportunity to review my notes and document anything I could still recall. I was terrified—terrified of quietly dying here, unnoticed and forgotten, even by myself. One word at a time, I wrote: "They are committing a crime. Raelynn Swales must survive. Survive and find the light."

The silence in the primary suite stretched until it became its own kind of pressure. Elara stood where Kai had left her, the image of the open bedroom door still burned behind her eyes—her husband’s cock disappearing between the pierced girl’s lips, her newly adult son’s mouth working between another woman’s thighs, the four bodies moving between the two men without shame or hesitation. The tears had dried into tight tracks on her cheeks. Shock had begun to harden into something sharper. She looked at him and the word formed first in the quiet of her mind, clear and absolute.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

Mom pulled out my death certificate, which she carried around with her at all times. Tears slid silently down her cheeks once more. The Silverlune Guards took the death certificate and exchanged looks, unable to say a word. I had been dead for six days. Not only had Dad been unaware of this, but he had even helped an outsider to wrongly accuse his own pup. It was so ridiculous that even the guards, who had seen all kinds of things in the past, were rendered speechless.

I agreed, relief swelling. A unseen hairline crack winked, vanished. We stared, hearts pounding. “Normal settling,” Jace said hastily. “Nothing normal here,” Dax muttered grimly. I lifted slate, coded final seal. “Oath of Stillness,” I whispered, entering with trembling fingers. Rhea’s lips parted, heart jumping. “Don’t—” Mom warned. Whisper slid like breath on window. “You bound a finger,” Rhea said thinly. “Not the hand.” Arm hairs lifted in dread.

⸻ A low chuckle echoed through the speaker. ⸻ “Oh, but we do.” ⸻ The room suddenly felt smaller. Colder. ⸻ “We are the League of Silence,” the voice continued. “We do not require your approval, your permission, or your morality.” ⸻ I slammed my hand against the desk again. “You acted without presidential authorization!” ⸻ “And yet,” the man replied, “you’re still alive because we allow it.” ⸻ Silence hit me like a punch. ⸻