Parabatai Oath Novels & Stories

He approached Edmund, knelt before him, raised his sword with both hands high above his head, and then presented it to Edmund. “On this day, Zacharia Barnabas, the second son of King Edgar Barnabas, swears allegiance to Duke Edmund Brighton and obeys every order given until death. May all creatures in Magica bear witness to this oath of allegiance," said Zach, swearing allegiance to Edmund. Edmund took Zach's sword and then put the blade on Zach's right shoulder, then his left shoulder, and finally over Zach's head. "I, Edmund Brighton, accept Prince Zacharia Barnabas oath of allegiance to his death," replied Edmund ending the oath of allegiance.

I flinched at the sight, suddenly recalling that night he came to my room, his hand… burnt. “Repeat after me: ‘I —your name— on this day, swear this oath of my own free will, and choose to become a member of the Raventhorne Pack, and I vow to uphold its laws.’” “I, Kate Roberts, on this day, swear this oath of my own free will, and choose to become a member of the Raventhorne pack, and I vow to uphold its laws.” I repeated. The crystal at the head of the dagger emitted a faint glow.

“What are the terms? Exactly.” Kael hesitated. That was answer enough. “Kael,” Darius warned. “The pact recognizes blood of the First Line,” Kael said slowly. “It offers protection. Passage. Authority. In return, it demands loyalty. Not to a pack. Not to an alpha. To the Line. To the original oath.” “Loyalty to an oath older than the council,” Elara murmured. “That’s why the Warden hid it.” “If the council finds out we swore it, they’ll call it treason,” Darius said. “If the Moonbound find out, they’ll call it a claim.”

“No. Let him hear it.” Lyra’s voice grew louder, carrying across the gathered pack. “When the Sundering came, when fire split the world, who stood unbroken? Not the elves, who betrayed their own. Not the vampires, who fed on the ashes. It was the wolves who endured. Our blood carried the oath to watch, to wait, to guard against fire’s return.” Kaelen stiffened. Her eyes gleamed, hungry and sharp. “So when I see you, fire-born, I do not see an exile. I see the breaking of that oath. I see a curse wrapped in flesh.”

The chill bit, but the sigils glowed, warming us from within. "First, the oath of blood," Thorne commanded. A ceremonial dagger was passed to Isaak. He pricked his thumb without flinching, then mine, and finally Rhaedon's. We pressed our bloodied fingers together, the sigils flaring bright. A jolt of power surged, visions flashing: shared strengths, vulnerabilities laid open. "I vow my dominance to the bond," Isaak said, his voice booming. "To protect and claim." "I vow my submission to the whole," I replied, the words tasting of surrender and fire. The crowd murmured, eyes devouring us.

His hand hovered near her arm, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his skin before he actually made contact. When his fingers finally brushed her sleeve, a spark shot up her arm. Not painful. Right. Her breath hitched. His jaw tightened like he’d felt it too. “What is that?” she whispered. His voice dropped. “The mate bond.” Her heart skipped. “You keep saying that like it explains everything.” “It doesn’t,” he said. “It complicates everything.” She searched his face. No smirk. No smug certainty. Just conflict. “You don’t like it?” she asked.

Darius walked over to the center of the camp and stood there with an unreadable expression as Xander handed a dagger over to him “By blood and magic,” Xander began, “you swear your loyalty to our cause. To aid in our fight against Zerathos. If you betray this oath, your life will be the price. May the earth bear us witness.” Darius met Xander’s gaze, then mine. Then, without hesitation, he sliced his palm, letting his blood drip into the earth beneath his feet. “I swear.” His voice was steady and unwavering. “Upon my blood, my life, and my honor, I vow to stand against Zerathos. To fight for Lycara. And to never betray those who stand beside me.”

She shot me a smug, challenging look. Orion gripped his scepter. I noticed the massive soulstone glowing at its tip. "Ianthe." He looked up, his silver eyes locking onto mine. The room went dead silent. "I swear on the River Styx," his voice was deep and absolute. "I will not betray you. Not in this life. Not in the next. I am yours until the end of all things." The vow echoed like thunder. Even Deimos looked shocked. Swearing on the River Styx was the most binding oath in the divine realm. Break it, and your soul rots in the Abyss forever.

“ As you know, long before Abnormals of today took power here in Ocrad, it was known by a different name, Daikhana. Absalon, the one you call The Paragon, ruled over the ancient humans with an iron fist; after all, we humans are mere shards of Absalon. Of course, he was defeated and sealed away by the founders of your Abnormal villages. Sintar the Dragon, Augar the Giant, Rudoka the Kitsune, Azrez the Naga, Ivaura the Hydra, Koame the Anansi, Eterna the Phoenix, Raithea the Siren, Mazoga the Orc, and Syrink the Griffin. But before he fell, he gave my people his trump card. A grimoire with spells and rituals, including what is now known as The Paragon’s Sacrament. This, as I presume you’ve he

“I, Viktor, swear absolute loyalty to Alpha Kaelan.” His voice was steady. “I, Viktor, swear absolute loyalty to Alpha Kaelan.” “I renounce my past ambitions and submit entirely to his rule.” “I renounce my past ambitions and submit entirely to his rule.” “If I betray this oath, may my life be forfeit.” “If I betray this oath, may my life be forfeit.” A faint, magical pulse ran through our clasped hands, sealing the blood oath. I released him. “You belong to me now, Viktor. And if you ever—ever—give me a reason to doubt you, I will end you.”