Oathkeeper Book Novels & Stories

This was the Sovereign, a man whose authority was earned through service, whose power existed only to protect what he loved. Elena sat upon the bed, which had been draped in deep blue silk to resemble a dais. She wore a gown of silver thread that caught the candlelight, her hair braided with ribbons that matched the drapes. Her hands rested in her lap, palms upturned, empty. She was not a queen demanding fealty. She was the Oathkeeper, a woman who held the sacred trust of her people—and her partner—in her open hands. This role was hers to embody: sovereignty not as domination, but as stewardship; strength not as force, but as sanctuary.

“By ash and ember, by scale and bone, by the watch kept over the fractured line, I bind myself in the sight of the moon. I will stand between flame and flesh, I will guard the tolling bell until the day I am undone. No hunter’s blade, no wolf’s treachery, no god’s hunger shall touch what I protect. As long as I breathe, I shall keep the charge.” Raven felt something shift like a seal cracking inside the valley as the air thrummed. When Malrik opened his eyes, they shone with molten resolve. “There,” he said. “The oath is spoken.” Raven’s throat worked. He had pledged himself to her in words older than the wolves’ laws.

Light from the lanterns flickered across two figures pressed against each other. The boy with brown hair Arlo caught in a moment he shouldn’t be. The other, a groom’s son, smiling as if nothing mattered. Nikolai’s mind went still. The instinct to command, to control, to protect—if not himself, then the order of his world rose sharply. He did not step forward immediately. He simply watched. Confusion warred with something more primal. Jealousy? Disgust? Possession? He could not name it. Arlo POV

She emerged from another door in the room, wiping her hands with a towel. "¿Tan rápido, eh?" 'So quick huh?' She grinned, seizing me with her dark eyes. I maintained eye contact, never cowering away. If they think I was easily scared, then they've got another thing coming. The woman grinned at me, her decayed teeth in display. "El Custodio dice que hay que tener cuidado. Este es el VIP número uno—extra especial," 'El Custodio says this to handle with care. This is VIP 1—extra special,' I heard the first guard say.

Her voice was gravel, resonant, as if centuries spoke through her. “I come to witness,” she intoned. “The dawn is near. The Conclave will bear record of who rose, who fell, and who betrayed.” Her mask turned toward Zaria, and though she could not see her eyes, she felt her pierce through her ribs. “The oaths are sworn. The blood is bound. Now, the war begins.” A silence heavier than any before fell over the hall. The Feast of Oaths was done. And the Keeper’s presence meant dawn—and battle—was already breathing down their necks.

I looked from the book to Elias and back to the book, "I promise, it was blank before." "What does it say now?" Elias asked, he didn't believe me. I returned my focus to the book and read it out for him. "The oath only manifests itself when the king or the others person linked to the oath is in trouble. It helps the shield find their exact collection and protect them in time, the only times the shield wouldn't work is if the anchor is far away from the shield. The oath powers is wild, fera, dangerous and crazy. This oath shouldn't be activated unless both parties are willing. There are no bypass with this oath and the main job of the shield is to protect its anchor. A way to reduced the inte

Kael had one rule he never broke. Every piece of pack business, big or small, personal or official, he handled in strict order of priority. Never missed a beat. I'm Ella, his promised mate. I'd teased him about it more times than I could count. One evening, I tossed out the same question I'd asked a hundred times before: "Our Moon Vow ceremony has to be at the top of your list by now, right?" Every time I asked, he'd change the subject. There was always something more important. I could never figure out what could possibly matter more than bonding with me. Until the night I accidentally drank wine laced with wolfsbane at a banquet. The pain was unbearable. Kael scooped me up and drove straig

The pack howls again, and this time, it feels like laughter. Blackthorn is whole. The night is ours. And for once, I don’t mind being a little bit immortal. ***End of Book 1*** Thank you so much to all the wonderful people who read this book. These characters have crawled under my skin and set up camp. Knowing I’m not the only one who loves them, warms my heart. Please keep a look-out in the coming weeks for Book 2, where we follow Kieran on his journey to rebuild Silvercrest, and maybe finally find a love of his own. Blood Oath: A Different Kind of Alpha, by Quinn Montclair.

The Watchers raised their hands. “Repeat after us,” they said in perfect unison. “I am the flame that does not falter.” Her voice was strong. “I am the flame that does not falter.” “I am the howl that will not be silenced.” “I am the howl that will not be silenced.” “I am the balance that walks between stars and shadows.” “I am the balance that walks between stars and shadows.” “I am the Oath, and the Oath is me.” “I am the Oath, and the Oath is me.”

Bound. "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that,? But since you asked so nicely, I am the guardian of this room.? His smile widened. “I’m the Keeper of these records,” he said calmly, taking a step closer. “Sworn to protect the truth. And punish those who dare unearth it.” My pulse spiked. So this is how Kairos kept his secrets buried he assigned a guardian. One tied by blood or vow… or worse, by magic. “I was just cleaning,” I lied, feigning innocence.