Oathkeeper Book Novels & Stories

scold, me,” she said teasingly. A smile filled my face and I found myself laughing. “You really are something else,” I reply, looking down at the open book. “So, I am so confused. Marylin finds out that Remus has been lying to her the whole time, but then in this chapter, she sleeps with him. I don’t understand,” she says while showing me the next tab. I smile at her eagerness, “You don’t remember the gift that Remus gives her in the third chapter? A ring, forged in Dolos, the place of lost minds, rectified by the Keeper?” She nods her head as she flips back to the third chapter, “Right, it was a birthday gift.” “Yes, and remember Rosalyn later says that the Keeper went by many nam

he said flatly. Seraphina eyed the book. Strange symbols were carved into the cover. Her fingers hesitated before she touched it. “This is Arcadia’s Book of Order,” the man explained. “Sacred laws passed down from our ancestors. Repeat after me.” She nodded faintly. “I, Seraphina Wilson…” “I, Seraphina Wilson…” she echoed, voice barely above a whisper. “…will speak nothing but the truth.” Word by word, she repeated the oath. Another council advocate stepped forward. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with flaming ginger hair, a sharp mustache, and cold, calculating eyes.

she ordered. "Um... I'm not sure..." Maxmillian stuttered. "What do you mean you're not sure? What are you talking about?" Aleah demanded. "Do they really need to take the oath today? To keep the book safe, I gave it to Amelia—" "You did what?" Aleah screamed at the top of her voice. "Why would you do that?"

“You spell it like leash.” Threads pour from Oathkeeper’s palm—clauses knotted to cut. Heat surges in me; my tongue reaches for curses I don’t respect. The pulse hits soft, close. The cords hesitate. I shove my flame where it has wanted to go since the first page turned: Into the book. Ink blisters and screams. POV: Oathkeeper Vows do not scream. Vows obey. I have kept the Ledger since God thought obedience was how kindness stood up straight. I bleed bonds from wrists to paper for those who forget.

The silence was deep, holy, and hollow like a place that had been waiting for them. They were no longer just lovers. No longer pawns of war. They were the last of the Thorne and Blackwell bloodlines — two legacies forged in fire and deception, bound by a vow neither of them had made but both had suffered under. At the altar stood a lone figure, robed in silver, face drawn like old parchment. His robes shimmered with the symbol of the blood oath, two blades piercing a broken heart. His name was almost forgotten by time: Elias Carrow, the last Oathkeeper.

That was the worst part. Footsteps behind us. Freya. Still pale from the gas attack, but standing. “You’ve seen it, haven’t you?” she said. “OATH isn’t Roe’s legacy. It’s the foundation.” “You knew?” Layla snapped. Freya nodded. “Not all of it. Just the beginning. Roe didn’t build this to survive. He built it to burn the world.” I stood. “Then we finish decrypting it and set the match.” Freya blocked me. “Not so fast. There's a reason Roe never unleashed OATH. This doesn’t end with exposure. It triggers contingencies. Global ones. If you activate that file tree, at least seven nations collapse within weeks.”

He said. “Ok good. Well, the necklace wasn’t just a necklace. It was an Amulet. And apparently Katrina is a Keeper. The Keepers are a group of people who protect the Amulet from a group known as The Others. I had been wearing the amulet this whole fucking time, and had no idea that it was anything other than a necklace. You remember Ivy, my mate?” I asked him.

The Necromantia is pretty much alive, a dark and evil entity that was sealed and contained by the Keepers, for ages they held and protect it keeping it away from someone who might use it wrongly, to use it for evil or bring chaos to the land. The book was under the possession of the keepers, they have nine artifacts, sealed, hidden, and protected by each channel of the keepers. He has known this information back when he was a member of the organization, it was thought to them. There are nine Seals attached to each artifact, once broken all of the upper tiers of the keepers (Their officers and highest-ranking officials) will be notified by the assigned protectors of each Seal. Nine items, nin

Max asked, his anger mounting “This book was handed down to each generation until it came to me. One male or female is picked from our line to be guardian of this book. This book seems to expand and grow in itself. New spells, new information is added automatically. We don’t really know why or how except that when we really need information, it is there. Only one keeper is appointed at any one time until he or she dies. They say an incantation and the book reveals itself. It is only until the Astrid herself takes over the role from the books guardian until the rightful heir becomes her mate”

If I refused to take an oath, I would become weak and couldn’t protect Eva. Eva’s survival depended on his power since she couldn’t eat. Hell! She needed his power even to sleep. Moreover, I was afraid Albert would try to kill Eva so that his truth is never found out. For now, the most sensible decision was to take the oath. “I agree…” I said, letting out a sigh. My eyes widened when I saw him stretch his hand towards me. This meant that he would be the keeper of my oath, and if I violated the oath, he would have to face repercussions along with me.