Oaths And Omissions Novels & Stories

“And I’m not the one who razed a fortress to claim a woman who stopped being his the second he turned her into a target.” Alessia saw the flinch ripple across Dante’s face. “You don’t know anything about us,” he said coldly. The woman smiled thinly. “I know she loved you. And you used that to break her.” Alessia stepped between them. “Enough.” Dante lowered his gun—slightly. “Alessia, we don’t have time for riddles. That vault isn’t just a myth. It holds the contracts. The original blood oath between our families.”

I was already pretty sure I knew the answer to that, but I wouldn’t ruin my friend’s fun. “The Dirty Den.” She said in a reverent tone, letting the words hang in the air for added effect. “No.” “Come on Ruby, don’t just say no. Think about it.” “Why on earth would I think about illegally sneaking into the wolf section of the city just to go to a dive bar with a reputation for trouble?” My words came out more harshly than I intended, but I didn’t want Corrine to think she had any chance of convincing me. There was no way I was going to risk breaking one of the cardinal rules of our society: Humans must not cross into wolf territory without permission and permission was near impossible to come

I tapped the folder, the truth about Liam’s accident closer but still out of reach. We spent an hour combing through records, Natty showing me discrepancies, missing police reports, altered timelines, a witness statement that vanished. Each piece pointed to a cover-up, Maverick at the center, but the why eluded me. Was it about the company? Liam’s memory? Or me, the wife he’d erased? My phone buzzed, a new email from an anonymous sender: a grainy photo of me and Liam in Greece, his arm around me, my scarf fluttering. No message, just the image, a silent threat. My heart raced, the library’s quiet turning oppressive, Natty’s eyes wide as she saw it.

She just stared at her own shaking hands, the weight of what she had just said pressing down on her shoulders like a mountain of lead. Inside my head, the memories of old history lessons came rushing back. What the fuck? An Oath of One Will. It was an ancient, unmarked agreement. It was a secret, forbidden contract that gave only one single partner the absolute right to end a marriage. If you signed it, you gave away your own freedom entirely. You could never file for a separation. You could never walk away. Only the other person had the power to break the bond.

“An omerta is a verbal promise similar to the “Oath” ability of a Godfather. However, it usually takes three people or more to make an omerta valid. Assuming that you and the Seer are the parties involved in the vow, I’m going to be the observer of this vow. The vow can only be rendered invalid in one of two ways. The first is if there is a mutual agreement to nullify it, and the second is to kill the observers before taking actions. You usually make a vow and state a sacrifice if you break the vow.”

Everyone rose to their feet brimming with tension and anticipation. “With this oath which you would take today, you will become fully fledged members of the high hierarchy of witches, the defenders of humanity. But first, if you think you cannot bear to bear this responsibility I want to afford you a chance to back out now, because after taking the oath there is no regretting your choices, so step out now if you want out.” She paused for a minute, but no one moved. She nodded. “Very good. Another thing thing to note is that after you have taken this oath you can never betray the witches in any form, doing so would lead to certain death, and by betray, I mean doing something detrimental to ou

That was the worst part. Footsteps behind us. Freya. Still pale from the gas attack, but standing. “You’ve seen it, haven’t you?” she said. “OATH isn’t Roe’s legacy. It’s the foundation.” “You knew?” Layla snapped. Freya nodded. “Not all of it. Just the beginning. Roe didn’t build this to survive. He built it to burn the world.” I stood. “Then we finish decrypting it and set the match.” Freya blocked me. “Not so fast. There's a reason Roe never unleashed OATH. This doesn’t end with exposure. It triggers contingencies. Global ones. If you activate that file tree, at least seven nations collapse within weeks.”

“But the chamber is too large for just you and I to search without wasting time. We'll need help.” “You want us to tell people about the chamber…” I said in sudden realization. “Yes.” He said. “Rowan, Kael, Draven, Lyra, Vanessa and Kaida have proven their loyalty to us. I think we can trust them, but they will have to sweat an unbreakable oath just in case.” My brows furrowed in confusion. “An oath? What type of oath?” “A blood and magic oath.” He answered. “It's a type of oath that'll bind them to secrecy forever. If any of them ever think of betraying us in any way be it sabotage, revealing the location of the chamber or anything, the oath will take their lives.”

I say, “Explain the thing that you shoved into my blood without asking permission for.” He sighs as he turns back to watch his men load the cars with everything they need, and doesn't look back as he explains. "The blood oath is a control system, and commands can run both ways. Orders are passed down from one bondmate to another, with restraints triggered when someone disobeys. Pain loops correct behavior, and it has a habit of ensuring loyalty.” The bond hums under my skin as if it knows it's being talked about. I hate the feeling of it.

Some oaths cannot be broken. The thought tumbles in my mind. “It is true. The consequences can be dire when breaking a promise. An oath is sworn with your life.” Theia warns. “A witch is nothing without her word. Our whole existence is built upon the truth that words are powerful and have meaning. A covenant is an agreement, but an oath is a solemn promise. Breaking an oath is not a simple undertaking. The consequences of such actions can be catastrophic and change who you are entirely. To break an oath is a choice of darkness. Embracing the worst that this world has to give.” Asteria chimes in.