Oathkeeper Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 10 Nova Sterling Point Of View “Stop fighting, or I'll break your other wrist!” The guard twists my hand as the mouth padlock on Kieran's jaw closes. His golden eyes - usually sweet like sunshine - now burn wild like a trapped animal. Then, the priest steps forward, raising his hands to the moonlit sky. “Now we speak the oath, by the bond of the soul, the blood of the old, and the law of the moon.” He declares in a deep and steady voice.

The child-wolf trembled in her arms but didn’t try to flee. Silas stepped forward, blade drawn but lowered. “Who are you?” The voice answered from everywhere at once, carrying the smell of pine and cold stone. “I am the Keeper of the Heart. I was set here when the first oath was broken. I guard what remains.” Caleb muttered, “Great. A prison warden.” The Keeper’s head turned slightly, its antlers brushing the roots overhead without disturbing them. “You have undone chains bound by blood and vow. Do you understand what you have released?”

she said quietly, “is the true oath of the Weber line.” I took it hesitantly, the book strangely warm in my hands. As I opened it, the scent of ancient parchment and binding spells filled my nose. The first page was simple. One symbol. A bloodline knot. But on the second page, I gasped. Words burned into my mind like brands. "The Guardian shall not merely seal the darkness. She shall be its Keeper. It's Warden. It's last Hope if the Balance falls." My fingers tightened around the book. “Keeper?”

“We may need to speak to one of your divines or a witness to the truce.” “Keeper, what does it mean?” Rahl asked. She looked over at him to find him staring pointedly at Kain. After clearing his throat, Kain answered, “It means protector, guardian. The Order maintains balance in all realms. They’re called Keepers.” “That shouldn’t be too surprising then,” Rahl shrugged. “It’s her destiny to bring harmony to two worlds.” Kain shifted to the edge of his seat as he said, “But Keepers are created from the vortex of power. They’re beings of light summoned by the Reverend. Emory wasn’t called forth by it.”

If I refused, I remained Ezra’s mate but forfeited influence in Lycan Court decisions. Influence that could protect reform territories. Influence that could protect my children. Ezra finally spoke. “This decision is hers alone.” The bond between us pulsed. He would not pressure me. That mattered. I approached the pedestals. The books smelled of old parchment and iron. Centuries of oaths had been sworn here. “I will take the Oath,” I said. A flicker of triumph moved through part of the assembly. “On one condition.” Triumph vanished.

"Y -you're here ..." He stood up and smiled. The people around were already staring at us. "Why not?" he laughed at the question before approaching me. "I'm here because I'm your keeper, Blake ..." When our faces become closer, my tears fell. "I'm the alpha's keeper. The one who will watch over you for life ..." • The End •

But she is a welcome fucking addition that both Titan and I enjoy. When I got back to Katrina's, she was sitting in the living room across from a man dressed in all black with a hood over his head. It was clear he didn't want to be seen or recognized. "Ramses, this is Thayne, he is the last Keeper besides myself." She said. I nodded to him and took a seat next to Katrina, putting my hand on her leg as they spoke.

Josette clapped his hands triumphantly and ordered the bodyguards to bring the urns over. Ameera recognized the urns immediately. They contained the ashes of her parents. "What are you doing?" She tried to speak, but her voice came out as muffled groans. "Marlow, I'm going to destroy the ashes of her parents as punishment." Josette grinned coyly and turned to Marlow for approval. "Alright." "Stop it, Marlow! Look! These are your parents-in-law. You were the one who made the urns yourself! Please, you have to stop her!" Ameera was crying hysterically and squirming desperately, but everything she said was muffled.

“You’re not taking anyone.” The figure’s voice softened, almost pitying. “I am not the unmaking. I am the Keeper. Every world requires a price—a soul to anchor it, to keep it from dissolving into me. Choose, or I claim you all.” The ground cracked beneath them, and the golden light dimmed, as if the world were already fraying. The whisper grew louder, now a chant, repeating their names in a rhythm that matched the song in their hearts. The figure stepped closer, its form growing, its mirror-face reflecting their fear, their love, their everything.

A language older than any of us had ever heard flowed through the hall like water finding an ancient riverbed. Seraphine's eyes widened. "I don't know that language." Neither did Eldric. Neither did Ragnar. Even Valerius and Cassian exchanged unsettled glances. Only the First Hollowed understood. When the final word faded into silence, tears rolled freely down his face. "I remember." His voice broke. "It was the Oath of the First Keepers." Eamon blinked several times before looking around in confusion. "What... did I say?" "You remembered," the First Hollowed whispered. "Nothing more." Zenith suddenly drew a quiet breath. The child had moved. A gentle warmth flowed through our bond. I rested