Oaths And Omissions Novels & Stories

**POV: Aria** The oaths came first. That was the order Elder Maren had explained in the days before the ceremony, drawing from both the traditional Silvermoon installation protocol and the older Moonshard texts she had been preserving for thirty years. The oaths to the pack before the oaths to each other, because the people came first and everything else was built on that foundation. Caden spoke his oath to the pack.

Just as Kirou was contemplating this, he received a message from the system. [System: A is a sacred vow that uses a person's life as a guarantee. Should the person who initiates the oath lie about the contents of the oath or break the oath after making it, they will be struck down by a blood-red lightning bolt from the heavens, turning them to ash instantly. Due to this very condition, individuals would usually shy away from making such an oath when dealing with strangers as it limits their actions under the conditions of the oath while the stranger is free of any such restriction.]

One by one they nodded in assent. The discussion had sparked a fire within them, fueling their ambitions and setting the stage for a new era of collaboration and dominance. “Gentlemen, if we’re to succeed in this alliance, we must swear a blood oath. This path will bind us together in a common cause, and it will symbolize our commitment to one another. It’s a sacred bond, forged in blood, and it cannot be broken. Do you accept this oath?” I paused letting the weight of the words sink in.

But no amount of blinking or deep breathing would change the facts. I didn’t want this. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. No first date. No butterflies. No love songs or sweet messages. Just a deal. A business transaction disguised as vows. “I don’t really have a choice. It’s all for the company,” I said in a barely audible voice as I sank beside her, shoulders drooping. “Haze, our family's company is in trouble—serious trouble. From what I picked up last night during dinner, the Fenwick family agreed to help us out financially, but there’s a catch. It benefits them too. Elias is nineteen, but he can’t claim his inheritance from his grandmother unless he’s married. Apparently, that’

Chapter 103. *.* "Well, tell me" Max frowned. "I am not a fan of suspense" he added. "Of course" Gregor said and cleared a throat. "If the person taking the oath held on to the soil of the earth while taking the oath, it renders the oath null and void and if there was to be any punishment attached to the oath if it is not carried out, it would not take effect" he explained. "Which means, the oath is not valid and the oath taker can violate it without fear of unforeseen curses or punishment" he added.

Strangely enough, a jolt of excitement ran through me as he continued to look at me with his serious eyes. “Am I not already a part of this world? Look who my father is.” I asked, confused how all this worked. Although they kept me in the dark, news about me had already spread. “No.” He let me go as he shook his head, and we started walking again, waiting for him to elaborate. “Your father might be a mob boss, but that doesn’t mean you’re a part of it just because you’re his daughter. You have to take an oath.” “Omertá.” I blurted, remembering I had read about it. It was a code of silence and a code of honor. Break it and you wouldn’t live to see the next hour. “Honestly, I thought it was ma

It hurts, but still I ignore the sting of the blisters forming from practice after practice. "This isn't like the last times," Giovanni says with his voice that is so low, it's almost drowned by the lapping waves. "We're not just killing tonight. We're taking what they think they've secured. Shipment. Dossier. That's the mission." His dark eyes narrow on me. "You mess up, you compromise us both. So don't." I nod. Words won't work here, not under Giovanni's scrutiny. He gestures, and we move.

I pressed. “Because it cannot be dissolved.” Osbert looked at me sternly over his spectacles. “A mate bond can be rejected. A treaty can be broken. A Court oath can be voided by the King who received it. A blood oath ends at death and at nothing else, and there is no appeal, no annulment, and no forgiveness in it. Your grandchildren would be bound by what you say in that room.” “And the Crown isn’t in it.” “No,” Aldren said quietly, meeting my eyes. “The Crown is not in it.”

The old man, fearing that he would go even further outside the rules and run the risk of being dismissed and thus being left without the money needed for his wife's treatments, becomes insecure. After this moment, the assistant realizes his dilemma and is even moved. But she tries not to show it. “I'm a little torn about whether or not I should pass on this information or as you called it a “slip” to our client. “Between lying and telling the truth there is the option of omission”, a witness once told me who feared being killed.”, shows uncertainty. “I don’t know, boss. At this point in time... leaving your client out of the details... may not be a good option.”, she imagines.

You okay? I nod. Barely. I'm okay. It's a lie. But it's the lie we both need right now. Callum comes back, drops onto the couch, and the game swallows them again. I stay curled in my corner, watching the light from the screen flicker across their faces, and I think about the card still in my bag. Callum's Lux card. The one he doesn't know is missing. I think about how thin the line is between what they know and what they don't. How one wrong word, one stray look, one phone call from Jade, and the whole thing collapses.