Parabatai Oath Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

“From what?” This time, silence answered first, then one of the wolves laughed. It was not a pleasant sound. “From us,” he said, and a few of the vampires smiled. Virelle’s stomach tightened. Edric raised one hand, and the room quieted again. “The oath is not symbolic. It is old magic. It enforces order. It prevents certain… appetites from becoming inconvenient.” Virelle glanced around the chamber once more. At the glowing eyes. The sharpened expressions. The hunger that had not truly left some of their faces.

“How can I work with someone whom I still believe killed my mom.” “And I believe your family has done plenty of killing too,” he replied evenly. “But tonight isn’t about old blood. It’s about staying alive.” My hands were still shaking from the fight. I set the gun down. “On one condition. We share everything we find. No secrets. The second we know who the Swan is, we go our separate ways.” Luciano nodded slowly. “Deal. But you stay here until it’s safe. No running off to your father half-cocked.”

I was surprised that it was only one page, only a few lines written in the same elegant penmanship as the cryptic notes he sent to me along with the chrysanthemum. 'Between The Binder, Lucretius Xior Franciosa, and The Oathsworn, Euphyllia Ivara Ruinart. 1. The Oathsworn shall be bound in body, soul, and name to The Binder, surrendering her loyalty, companionship, and all rights of intimacy. 2. The Binder shall, in return, grant the Oathsworn his protection, authority, and the means to enact her vengeance upon those who have wronged her.

I didn’t miss the small smile that played on his lips. “Now, you’ll both repeat after me. Say these words with your whole heart because it means so much more than you think, and it’s a direct summoning of the bond pact with the moon goddess.” Priya broke the tension. Lucian and I nodded repeatedly. She continued, “I take this oath on this day; that I’ll never for once betray or deny you as my lawfully bonded partner. I swear to be by you, stand by you, and support you even if the entire world is against you.”

Before I can say anything, Aurelian takes the chalice. “I, Tobias Cade Walsh pledge my loyalty, my service, and my life to you Alpha Darius Colt Barnett, and to you Alpha Luna Diamond Joy Stone.” Aurelian says in his deep, husky voice. He sips from the chalice, and he drops to the ground, grabbing his head. A muffled groan escapes him. I crouch down to help him.

“A blood oath is never symbolic.” I flinched at the harshness of his tone, but he immediately softened, cupping my face with one hand. “Paige, listen to me. This is important. Did he speak any words during the ritual? A chant, an incantation?” I closed my eyes, trying to recall through the fog of fear. “Yes. He whispered something in a language I didn’t understand. Then he… he kissed the wound on my hand and said I was his, completely and irrevocably.”

She only nods her head. “Blood Oath is an Oath of the Noble Members to their Leader. It is a Pledge of Loyalty. A person who took the oath and rebelled against the Leader will be killed mercilessly and brutally.” Her face was full of amusement, as Leon explained. “That means all of your pledges with your life?” She asked, and Leon nodded. “Didn’t you take that oath when you became a member of the Second Rank Nobles? Didn’t you pledge to Lady Amber, your Head Noble Leader?” He asked, full of confusion. Oriana smiled.

Corin added, “Because we learned to hold it together.” Mirel looked at Aria. “You started it.” Aria shook her head. “No. The first oath started it. I just remembered it.” Mirel smiled. “Then let’s make sure it doesn’t get forgotten again.” She placed a book on the table. Leather-bound, simple. The Pact. Not the laws. Not the treaties. The oath. *We bind ourselves to each other. Not by blood. By choice.* Mara opened it, reading aloud. “Every year, on the day the valley stopped bleeding, we read this. Out loud. In the square. So the kids know.”