Oathkeeper Book Novels & Stories

"I came to this training to get stronger, strong enough to be able to stand by your side and protect you. So the one thing I won't accept is you denying my oath. Because I did it long before, back in the pack, quietly, inside Selene's temple." I widened my eyes at that information. How was that possible? "Don't worry, I don't intend to die anytime soon. So, my love, my wild kitten, just accept my oath, for the Gods have already accepted it." I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, feeling Kaiden's energy and realizing the truth in his words, for there was a thin line connecting the two of us, golden, indicating that it was a divine line. There was nothing I could do. Even if I denied his oat

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

As secrets surface and desire ignites, she’s caught between a man she should fear and a passion she can’t ignore. The deeper she falls into Alexander’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s her captor… or her only chance at survival. Dark. Addictive. Explosive. Blood & Oath is a gripping mafia romance about loyalty, revenge, and a love so fierce it might just destroy them both.

He looked at Helena until a boy again looked at a woman who had taught him how to make choices and never told him most of the roads would be one-way streets ending in walls. “I will,” he said, “but I will also speak.” She said nothing. He took that as permission because that is what heirs do when the house has taught them to turn silence into the best available yes. “The first oath,” he said, “was a theft. We called it a pact to sleep without howling. We told ourselves it made us safe. It made us rulers. It made us cold. We built our courts on it. We dressed it in poetry. We pressed it into our brides until they learned to call devotion what was only an appetite that had acquired manners.” H

“Are you sure?” Luna didn’t hesitate. “I was born of flame. I was shaped by war. I was fractured by prophecy. But I choose this.” Aria placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Then I stand with you.” The Grove pulsed in agreement. The Flamekeeper’s Oath was ancient. Older than the queen. Older than the Grove. It bound the bearer to the flame—not just in power, but in purpose. Luna would no longer be a spark. She would be the keeper. The guardian. The guide.

He had nothing to offer me now—he was penniless, wanted by the cops, and facing an endless prison sentence. "W-We could start over like how we started our business. With you by my side, we can make money again—" "It's over between us," I said, cutting him off sharply. "It ended the day you married Heather." "No! It was Antoine! He stole you from me!" Chandler's eyes locked onto mine, his expression turning venomous as he shouted in agitation. "What can he possibly give you? He's after your family fortune, while I'm the one who truly loves you!"

Names of wolves who’d died binding things she’d never heard of. The Moonstone in her chest resonated with every word. On the third night, the Keeper brought her to the top of the tower. Below, the city glowed with quiet light. Alive again. *This is what happens when oaths are kept,* the Keeper said. *It is fragile. It is worth it.* Aria looked out over the city. “Why show me this now?” *Because you are tired,* the Keeper said simply. *And you think you are alone.*

"That's the Keeper's oath." Hope nodded. "It became the Keeper's oath." "It began as a husband's promise." Amara felt another piece of history fall into place. "The First Keepers..." "...were a family." Hope smiled sadly. "Yes." "A husband." "A wife." "And their daughter." She placed her hand gently on her own chest. "I was the daughter." Silence consumed the chamber. Hope... The child before them... Had stood at the beginning of everything. The ancient voice of the Archive suddenly echoed around them.

Will you walk away and let fate take its course, or will you accept this power despite the risks? Zara's heart was racing. Elias glanced at her and nodded slightly. "I have faith in you," he replied plainly. Zara inhaled deeply. "We will make good use of it. We will safeguard what is important. The speaker spoke one last time as the light from the Nexus surrounded them. "May you then demonstrate that you are deserving of the weight you bear." The Warning of the Keeper They returned to the chamber as the light dimmed. Now the book was open, with only one glowing sign on each of its blank pages.

"You're becoming what they escaped from. They need guarantees." "What kind of guarantees?" "Binding oath. You won't use Chain Keeper powers against them, won't force them back into service." She produced an ancient-looking blade. "Blood oath, specifically." Sarah materialized beside me, her Bridge abilities finally finding a gap in my chains. "Don't trust her. This screams trap." "Everything screams trap lately." I stood, one hand on my swollen belly. The baby had been quiet since the corruption started spreading – conserving energy or planning something. "But I'm running out of options and time."