Parabatai Oath Novels & Stories

She gestured me closer. I took a deep breath as I let Katrina’s hand go, missing the feeling of being grounded she gave me. ‘You’ve got this, Tiberius.’ Katrina assured me in our link. “Thank you, Luna Crista.” I smiled and bowed my head to Crista. Now let’s see if all that studying I did on my binder will help me from screwing this up. “Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of the Nebrodi Pack according to our laws and customs?” Crista questioned, starting my oath.

“Winter Tooth swears. Silver Creek swears. River Bend swears.” Twelve times. Twelve oaths. Then it’s my turn. “I, Luna Hazel of Stone Jaw,” I say. My voice doesn’t shake. “Daughter of Beta Cleric and Lina. Mate to Alpha Alaric. By blood, by bond, by forty three lives… I swear to hold this Pact. To protect every pup. To heal before I hurt. To burn any law that says we’re property.” I cut my palm. The knife is Alaric’s. The same one I used to stab Clause 3.

Olivia told her. “Why can’t you change it?” she asked her. “Because the first witch made a blood oath with all non-human creatures.” Olivia told her. “Blood oath?” She asked with a confused look. Olivia nodded. “A blood oath is a sacred, unbreakable oath. It’s like an unbreakable contract. Two parties cut their hand and shake it reciting the terms and punishment for breaking it. Once the blood oath is made, it should not be broken under no condition. If anyone of the party breaks the oath, they would die a very terrible death and, in some cases, their future generation would be cursed for a certain time period.” Olivia told her.

Many years have been put into my plan and no part of it must fail. When I reach the Fountain of Promises, Aleksander and I bow to each other respectfully. He takes the ceremonial blade and holds it out to me. "Alessio Callum Scarfoni, do you swear your life and allegiance to our cause?" Aleksander keeps his gaze fixed on me as if he's trying to see into my mind. "I do." I raise my right hand and pledge. "Then please take the oath." "Luramentum est vita nostra et mors nostra," I say in Latin, which translates to: The oath is our life and our death.

I chuckled, “that I don’t have a getaway route? I am your son.” I was exaggerating, of course. But I wasn’t going to feed my people to that beast. He would never get them. “Well,” Argadon said with a contemplative look, “let my posse in.” “An oath, Father,” I smirked. “Give me an oath.” The demon bared his teeth, but obediently repeated the words of the oath. Never harm, directly or indirectly, you and those under your protection, as well as your country.

” The First Wolf suddenly gasped. “I remember.”Everyone looked toward her. “The oldest oath.” The Keeper nodded slowly. “‘Where one heart beats, the other shall answer.’ The original Aria smiled through fresh tears. “It was never poetry.” It was a promise.” The realization spread across the battlefield. The ancient oath spoken in forgotten ages had described this very moment. The joining of two willing souls. Kael looked at me. "I still don’t like it.” I laughed softly. “I know.” You never listen to me.” Not when you’re wrong.” He smiled.

I feel his warm lips crash into mine and I completely melt into his embrace. One hand travels up my back, the other wiping my tears from my cheeks, as his arms grow tighter around me. “Monsters will never make my Queen quiver in fear, they will never make her cower, and they will never lay another fucking finger on her.” His words sound like an oath. “I vow that sacred oath, my Queen. As long as I am around that will never be something you have to worry about.” He says, the love just pouring from his lips.

Crescendath Oth’yr ixthar sevelûn! Veythral shaen draegor, mortha ixthar vey’ruun, serath valen draegor, shaen ixthar valûm!**] --- [“Children and elders of fang and shadow, mark this day! The hour of the Crescent Oath is upon us. No longer do we whisper of prophecy in hidden corners—tonight, we stand as one blood, bound to the old law, Tonight, all bloodlines bend beneath the ancient covenant, and none shall turn aside.

We are done with the recognition, what is ongoing is the oath taking, which is why the Archbishop is here. He climbs the podium and kneel before me holding a black book, a jar filled with blood. I place my hands on the book and the jar. Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of the Dahmatra, the supernaturals; the Vampires, the werewolves, the witches and wizards, the Kanays and Banshees and of your Possessions and the other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?

"I've spent seventeen years honoring a promise made on my behalf before I understood what it meant. I intend to spend whatever comes next honoring one I've made for myself." The old oath required a physical gesture, a warrior's blood mixed with the soil of the bound pack's territory, sealed before witnesses — and Dominic performed it there in the hall, a shallow cut across his palm, blood pressed into a small dish of Moonlight earth Reid had prepared in advance, the ancient words spoken clear and unhesitating.