Oathkeeper Book Novels & Stories

Frustration slowly built inside him. Then—His hand froze as he eyes caught thw sight of a symbol. A circle surrounded by thirteen crescent moons. The exact same symbol from Ashbourne Academy and the exact same symbol from his vision. Draven immediately pulled the book free and dust exploded into the air. The title was faded which most of the pages were damaged but one section remained readable. His eyes scanned rapidly, then stopped. "The Keepers." His heart skipped and slowly, he continued reading. The Keepers were not a pack, nor were they rogues.

“It’s… alive.” The moment her fingers brushed the first page, light erupted from the book, a sphere of gold fire swallowing the chamber. Kael shielded his eyes, shouting her name. When the light dimmed, Lyra was standing at the center of a vision. She saw the first Oathkeeper kneeling before an altar of shadow, his crown shattered at his feet. The Shadow loomed above him, vast, formless, whispering promises of peace and power. “Your people will be safe,” it hissed. “Your kingdom is eternal. Only swear your blood to me.”

An old man, his hair white as ash, his eyes glowing faintly blue. Racheal’s breath caught. She didn’t know him, but her bonds reacted violently—the golden thread inside her tightened, and the crimson one snarled. Both Damon and Lucas stepped in front of her at once. “Who are you?” Damon demanded, his voice like steel. The old man raised his hands slowly. “Not an enemy,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of something ancient. “I am the Keeper of the Broken Oaths. And if you wish to survive the hunter’s return, you will need to hear what I know.”

The story of her life was weaving itself into the story of the goddess. She turned to a page near the end. The writing was fresh, as if it had just been written. The Anchor's heart is heavy, bearing the weight of worlds not his own. He gives his days to steady the song, his childhood spent to buy a moment's peace. This is the Oath of the Stone: to be the foundation, and to be worn away by it. Liora's breath caught. It was talking about Kael. She read on.

The world narrowed to the faint glow beneath her skin. *She chose you.* I looked away. The being’s next words felt like ice. “And now you must choose her.” I clenched my jaw. “I already did.” “Not with words,” the being said. “With oath.” “Oath?” Vaughn echoed. “What oath?” The being turned its hollow gaze toward the sky. “The oath of the Keeper’s Guard.” Rowan blinked. “Guard? Like… soldier?” “No,” the being said. “Guard. As in the one who holds the Keeper’s heart. The one who anchors her to this world.”

Each syllable weighed upon those who heard it — not like a threat, but like inevitability. Riven repeated the words after him, the echo rolling across the hall. There was no flourish in his delivery, no attempt to add warmth or intimacy. The words were legal, binding, severe. Above blood. Above desire. Kaelin’s chest tightened. Not because she loved him — not yet — but because she recognised what he had just committed to. The oath was not a statement of courage. It was a sentence. He was no longer merely a man of honour. He was a living instrument of structure, and she was now positioned to watch it bend and fracture under pressure.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

I read the words under my breath, my fingers brushing the page, hoping for anything I can use to cling to hope, especially since as it stands, hope is fucking fleeting. “Their loyalty is to remain their one defining trait to their Alpha King and must never waiver unless they wish to suffer at the hands of the oath’s punishment. My father, Alpha Aster, decrees that in order to keep warriors of the oath accountable, they will not be allowed any intimacy with anyone. If they fail in this aspect of the oath, a bought of immense pain will become their punishment.” “Did you find something?” Artemis perks up, His eyes watching me as I read faster under my breath, holding my finger up to ask him for

I sent her my thoughts, and I felt her settle. The first man approached, and I could feel his nerves. “You are?” “Senith.” He dropped to his knee. “I was sworn to Thinius, and I haven’t taken a new oath.” I looked over my shoulder at Rowan. “A new oath.” “When the oath taker died, while the first oath can not be overridden, a new oath can be done. Their priorities shift, and the new oath takes precedence.” I nodded once and turned back to the man. “Do you want to take a new oath, Senith?”

“Well, at least that’s what he’s been screaming at us the whole time.” Alarick smirked. They had been trailing around them like hounds, and while they hid their clues well, no one could compete with Maudians when they marked a land. One thing they were great at- it was protecting their territory. Erriene made a bet on him, and won. “Good, bring them here. Only the Councilman and the messenger. Let me talk to them.” Thorne disappeared and Levon with another soldier called Dex brought a small, chubby man that was bald, and one person that was very tall, with very Gythaean complexion. Those scrawny ones.