Oathkeeper Book Novels & Stories

I feel his warm lips crash into mine and I completely melt into his embrace. One hand travels up my back, the other wiping my tears from my cheeks, as his arms grow tighter around me. “Monsters will never make my Queen quiver in fear, they will never make her cower, and they will never lay another fucking finger on her.” His words sound like an oath. “I vow that sacred oath, my Queen. As long as I am around that will never be something you have to worry about.” He says, the love just pouring from his lips.

My hands did what they were trained to do—grip his broad back, match his rhythm. This was the interest I had to pay on my mother's debt. Suddenly, he stopped. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at the marks on his neck. "You see this?" he rasped, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Not curious who did it?" My heart skipped a beat, but I kept the perfect, fake smile plastered on my face. "I'm your canary, Rocco, not your wife." I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his Adam's apple. "It's not my place to wonder where my keeper has been."

“Did you—” “A pack member helped,” he said quickly, gaze flicking away in clear discomfort. “You were unconscious.” “Right. Because of course I was.” She looked back at him. “Start talking.” He stepped closer, slow enough not to crowd her. Like approaching a skittish animal. “I’m Kael,” he said. “I lead the wolves you saw last night.” “Lead as in…?” “Alpha.” She stared at him. “You’re telling me werewolves are real. And you’re their boss.”

I muttered, breaking the silence. Aric glanced at me. “They are bound by a blood oath. If they knowingly misjudge a case, it can kill them.” I explained. Aric nodded. “So it had to be one of the Keepers,” “Find out which one of them ruined my chance to get justice for my mate.” Aric’s expression hardened. “I will.” “Dig into everything,” I added. “Their movements. Their connections. Who they’ve spoken to recently. I want every detail.”

Kael’s voice rang out, cutting through the whispers, “a Soul-Oath will be forged between myself and an enemy Omega. It will bind our lives, our souls, for peace.” The council members froze. A hushed silence fell over the room as the weight of his words settled in. The Soul-Oath was forbidden, a bond that could not be undone once forged. It meant shared pain, shared life, shared death. “No!” One of the councilors, Lord Orlin, stood, his face pale with disbelief. “Your Highness, you cannot—” “I can,” Kael interrupted, his voice as sharp as a blade. “This is the only way. To stop the bloodshed, to end the endless wars. This is the price of peace.”

“You carry fire that was never meant for mortal blood. You are a danger to every soul who draws breath. Even she cannot shield you from what you are.” Elira’s voice cut like steel. “He is under my protection. Bound by my Oath.” The elf’s lip curled. “Your Oath is a chain. It blinded you, and it will destroy you.” For a heartbeat, the forest seemed to hold its breath. Kaelen felt the fire stir inside him again, eager to leap free, to burn these strangers who dared to threaten him. But he clenched his fists, forcing it down. Then another voice spoke, softer, from behind the line of hunters.

The journal flipped open near the broken stair. Words appeared. THE BOND REMEMBERS THE FIRST OATH. My stomach twisted. “So when I feel him…” Kael’s expression softened slightly. “You feel him. And the oath. And the hunger of what both bloodlines locked away.” “That was not comforting.” “It was not meant to be.” Damien stepped closer. “Enough.” Kael’s eyes slid to him. “Still trying to ration truth?” “Still trying to keep her alive.” “And still mistaking ignorance for safety.”

His eyes bore into mine, cold and relentless, like shards of ice piercing through my defenses. “Let me explain something to you,” he says softly, dangerously. “You don’t get to walk away. You don’t get to dictate terms. The moment you stepped into my world, you became mine. Didn't you get the underlying meaning behind the oath? It's meant to bind.” His words settle over me like a shroud, suffocating and inescapable. For the first time, I realize that he’s not bluffing. He’s not posturing. He means every word.

The Old Keeper looks down. "I was once chosen like you, I passed the first three rites, but in the final trial, I made a choice. I spared someone I should have struck. The stone pulled away from me and the Council took me and turned me into a Seer. They twisted my magic and made me speak for them." He pauses. Then reaches into his robe. He brings out a book wrapped in a wolfskin binding, dark and old. Blood marks seal the edges. Kaelith steps forward quickly.

a familiar husky voice says suddenly and I turn around to see Chris, one of my mom's hitmen who I had the misfortune of having to inherit. "I wasn't exactly expecting to see a palace or anything but I'll be honest, it's worse than I thought," I confessed and he stared back at me coldly. "It's actually the most decent one we have, trust me," he told me and I scoffed. "Well then, I guess I should be thanking you for your kindness," I replied sarcastically and he rolled his eyes before leading me towards the entrance of the old warehouse where they had kept Katherine.