Oaths And Omissions Novels & Stories

"If you don't swear a blood oath in front of me, I'll leave you in the secret realm." Mitchell fumed, seeing how Chase was going against him. "You—" "Mitchell, just take the oath," Kingston, who had a good relationship with Mitchell, urged from the side. Ultimately, Mitchell reluctantly complied. He forced out a drop of blood from his heart, held it in his palm, and raised it above his head. "I, Mitchell Brennan, swear that after leaving the secret realm, I won't reveal anything that happened here. If I break this oath, may I die a miserable death!

attempted to sell out information to the adversaries and give critical information to a rival group in the virtual underworld. In my world, being loyal was an unbreakable oath not a suggestion. Additionally once sworn oaths were upheld with unwavering absolute finality. I looked down at the scene. It was a predictable choreography of consequence down to the mans choked gasps the sickening thud of impact and my mens raw guttural grunts as their fists made contact with flesh. I looked on passively my thoughts disengaged evaluating the effectiveness of their strikes. This was a matter of principle rather than personal preference. a corrupt variable that needs to be cleaned. The man writhed on t

“He can’t reach this far, but he can watch. Finish before he finds you.” “There is no finish,” Evelyn added softly. “Only choosing — and the price of what you refuse to choose.” They walked. Faces shimmered in the watery sky — Vale in a doorway, Cassian’s laugh, Ronan’s eyes mouthing her name. A thread tugged behind her heart. She pressed it down. “The Oath began as a pact of fear,” Evelyn said. “Wolves feared their own dark; men feared the wolves. They bound power to love and called it safety. Until men learned promises could be twisted.”

"Grayson's occupation, Isla's governance, the specific form of the Eclipse timing" "The Blood Oath," Vivienne said. Everyone looked at her. Her eyes were on the table. She was very still in the way she went still when something was resolving into clarity that was significant enough to require the stillness. "The Blood Oath's clause," she said. "The one that triggers when a bond is completed during an active oath resolution under Eclipse totality." She looked up. "Celeste said she didn't disclose it because she didn't believe it would be invoked. But what if she disclosed it to someone else?"

"It is the rule, young Prince, and we cannot bend it for you. The oath recognizes the bond between you two, and it bound itself to you both. There is nothing to fear, so long as you do not have bad intentions, or deliberately hurt another, you are safe. The oath swearing is just a prerequisite, which helps maintain peace and stability among the species that visit one another. It also serves as a means of protection, one you'll find out during your mission." "We aren't even marked... A prerequisite, my ass," I swore quietly. This is it. The oath had already materialized itself. So all we needed to do is to keep everyone in check so no one messed up. As far as I knew, none of us here had any s

My men were trained and they were loyal to me, to my mafia and I always try my best to care for them, for anyone working for me and I’ve made sure it stayed that way. “I didn't… I didn't have a choice!” Darius groans loudly, sniffling. “He was going to hurt them… he took them… I couldn't let him hurt them. I couldn't…Please…” The room is quiet when I speak again. “What is the oath?” I ask quietly, my voice cracks into the coldness of the room and I push Darius face to mine and his lips trembled. “Say it.” “Bond…” He starts slowly, his voice shaky, and he gulps down a bit of his fears with the only moisture in his mouth. “Bond with blood, we are one, as family, heart and soul…. And for each o

Even though the betrayer's name hadn't been revealed yet, he had already figured out who it was. Then why had he kept silent about the betrayer's identity all this time, swallowing his sense of betrayal alone? As Valentine had told Don Cariello, when entering the world of the mafia, they take an oath of omertà. That oath includes a vow to punish anyone who breaks the code of omertà, no matter the cost.

"If I die tomorrow, I can say that I have no regrets to take with me to the grave." Matteo watches her look out onto the street below as she takes a sip. "Do you know what Omertà actually means?" she asks. "You swore to it, but do you know what it means?" "Yes, it means I can never say anything to the police if it ever comes to it, to save my own ass. Basically, I swore not to be a snitch." His grandma scrunches her nose. "I don't like that word." "Sorry. But I know what the oath symbolizes." She doesn't seem convinced. "I know what Omertà means, Nonna."

The door shuts with the precise click of things that cannot be undone. They start with preliminaries — names, spellings, affirmation that we understand we are under oath. My voice wobbles a little at first as if the oath itself were a physical thing pressing on my collarbone. Then counsel steers with gentle competence; the questions are warmups, the kind of thing meant to put you at ease before the teeth appear.

Liam replied icily. Jaden's entire body stiffened. His face fell, and he said meekly, "Mr. Cole, I'm sure you can understand my predicament. We are not allowed to disclose the names of our clients. It is one of the most important rules of this business, and to break this oath is akin to committing the most blasphemous sin. I…" Before Jaden could even finish, Liam cut him off, "Either tell me or die. The choice is in your hands. Think wisely, Mr. Sanders."