Oathkeeper Book Novels & Stories

Aaron said turning to me and looking down at me in gratitude. “What? How?” I asked, trying to not overwhelm him. “It was his funeral that day. I was feeling too lost, too sad. They were making me take the oath that very day. The oath of King. I didn’t want to but Mother was scared that people might look toward Chase or may be Chase might condense me and clearly, she didn’t have her trust in me. she was really hard on me that day, black mailing me to take the Oath but I was being stub born and didn’t almost even attend the funeral but then you came and gave me your magic hug, healing me. bringing things into perspective. Even then you saved me. that’s what fated being do, we are fated so don’

I felt it was only right as I was her mother in every way I could be. He turned at that moment towards me, “I swear this on this day to mother of Kellina, Priestess of the White Wolves that if she is not my mate that I will decline my true mate and make her mine.” I wanted to tell him that he could not make this oath to me that it would put all of our pack at risk because not being with your true mate made you weaker and we needed him to be at full strength no matter what the situation was but before I could speak.

“It’s the story that started all of this.” The King’s eyes found Lyra instantly. They were colorless — not empty, but endless, like staring into creation before it took shape. “The Gate remembers its keeper,” he said, his voice echoing inside her mind. “And the blood remembers its oath.” Lyra forced herself to stand taller despite the tremor in her limbs. “You forged the Oath.” “I forged the world you stand on,” he corrected. “And you have broken it.” The mark on her hands pulsed in defiance. “The Oath was already dying. The Council—”

"You took an Oath in fire and blood." The voice is low, feminine, but not soft. It crackles like frost over flame. I turn slowly, and there she is, a tall woman cloaked in robes that shimmer between silver and indigo, hair flowing like liquid starlight down her back. Her eyes are moon-pale and hold too many memories. "Who are you?" I ask, though my voice barely echoes. She steps forward, and the stones beneath her feet pulse with light. "I am the Keeper of the Oath."

Suddenly, a surge of memories overwhelmed her—a vivid flashback to her childhood. --- *Flashback: The Oath* A younger Luna stood in a moonlit grove, her mother, Lady Elara, guiding her through a sacred ritual. The air was thick with anticipation as Luna recited the ancient words, binding herself to a legacy she scarcely understood. "This oath," Elara whispered, "is our lineage's burden and strength. It will protect and challenge you in equal measure." As Luna completed the ritual, a searing pain coursed through her, marking the inception of her hidden power.

"She's someone else's wife now. Don't do anything reckless." At her words, his expression darkened. His eyes turned red with emotion. He tried to pull away from her grip, clearly wanting to come closer and maybe even stop the ceremony. But Edward had planned for this. Security guards stepped forward and blocked Charalambos immediately. He tried pushing past them, but Francesca held him back with all her strength and shouted, "Charalambos, stop it! You're in the Moonlight Pack's territory, remember?" "My pup and I are here. You'd better act accordingly."

"When someone saves your life through divine intervention, when someone reveals themselves as more than mortal while protecting what matters to them... you bind yourself and your bloodline to their service. Forever." "Forever?" Garrett repeated with growing understanding of the concept's scope. "Our children, their children, every generation that follows," Captain Morris confirmed with quiet certainty. "Because debt to divinity doesn't end with single lifetimes. It transcends mortality itself." "She's not just our queen," Davies said with conviction that made the statement feel like religious declaration. "She's our guardian. Our protector. Someone who wields heaven's own power to keep us sa

“What story?” Althea picked up a thick book from the table, flipping through its worn pages with practiced ease. She stopped at a passage, her finger tracing the words. “It’s about a woman who made an oath with her lover—much like yours with Rowon. But she was fated to another, her true mate. Despite the bond, she rejected him to stay with her lover.” I leaned forward, hanging onto every word. “What happened?” “She got what she wanted. Her lover became her second chance mate, bound to her through the strength of their oath,” Althea explained, her tone heavy with implication.

Standing in front of him, the elder urges him to swear an oath in front of the throng that is a way of upholding the law and his people. "I, Kian Carlton, as the Alpha and leader of the great Blackwood and Clawson pack that has come together as one... I assure you all that your safety is safe in my hands and your welfare is my priority," A loud cheer stirs from the crowd before the elder turns to look at me motioning me to step forward and make my own oath. I feel hurt that I'm standing beside this jerk of a man, but the welfare of the people matters to me. "I, Rhea Booker, the Luna, and wife of the Alpha Kian," I swallowed at the last word. Fighting back the tears that were threatening to c

An Alpha, a leader, a man who carried packs and treaties on his shoulders, knelt on the damp earth and took my hand as if he were holding something both sacred and fragile. “I swear by my life, by my wolf, by the blood of my ancestors, and by the Goddess who watches over us,” he said in a deep voice. “I will protect you from your enemies and also from those who try to use you in the name of a cause. You will not be a weapon, nor a flag, nor a cage, nor a coin. You will be Elaine. My mate, yes, but before that, a free woman. And if I ever forget that truth, may this oath burn me until I remember it.”