Relationship Blood Oath Hand Novels & Stories

He was right. "And I'm guessing it can't be broken". Alex nodded. "The blood oath wine is scary and was made to bind people by the words they say. It's a pinky promise that can not be broken forever. Never". "Never?" Amelia's eyes still mirrored a bit of hope on that black ball as she raised them to match his. "Yes." She inhaled and exhaled again. "Unless… ." That ray of home came back to her eyes. Her face lit up with joy. Something to hang her worry on.

The priest announced. The sharp sting of the knife barely registered before Jeremiah lifted my bleeding hand, pressing my palm against his. Our blood mingled, warm and wet between our fingers, as he held me in place. My hand against his seemed too small, and somehow it told me how my marriage with this man will turn out. The priest continued to drone about sacred vows, but there was nothing sacred about this. This was a blood oath. A contract that bound me to him in the most archaic way possible. There would be no escape.

The Alpha took my hand in his, our blood mixing as my father recited the traditional oath that bound families and packs together. "By blood and bond, this alliance is sealed. What is agreed upon here cannot be undone without consequence." The words felt heavier than they should have. This wasn't just a contract anymore. It was tradition, obligation, and something that backing out of would carry serious weight. When the oath was finished, the Alpha released my hand. The cut had already started healing, but I could still feel where his palm had pressed against mine. My father gathered the documents and stood. "I'll have these filed with the coalition registry. You two should speak privately."

To the Esteemed Leaders of the Rosewater Coven, I hope this letter finds you well. After much deliberation, we have come to understand the weight of the blood oath and the deep-rooted traditions that bind it. Though this situation has been painful for us, we recognize that honor and loyalty to the old ways must come before personal grievances. The history between our people has been fraught with tension, and while this ordeal has tested our bonds, we choose to uphold the ancient agreements rather than succumb to further division.

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.

This was my family. Alpha Dominic stepped closer, offering his hand. I placed the blade against my palm, slicing it gently, a thin line of blood appearing almost instantly. Without hesitation, I placed my hand against Alpha Dominic’s, our blood mingling as we sealed the oath. I could feel the magic in the air, a ripple of power surging through me as the bond solidified.

"Blood oath?" asked Rosalina. "Are you being serious right now?" Her eyes widened in shock. The blood oath was a brief ritual where one cut his or her palm until one drew blood. The crimson droplet subsequently would be used to make a promise on specific terms. It was a ritual of loyalty. There weren’t many elves who dared to go through this ritual, for those who went back on the promises would end up the most painful death. "Yes, Princess Rosalina. I'm sorry, but we have to do this. We need to make sure the talk today will stay within this circle," said Alessa.

“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.”

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.

The ceremony continued and it was time to strengthen our bond. We both got up and went to the front of the gathering. After taking our oaths it was time for the blood oat. We both took a knife that was provided and cut ourselves very deep so it won't heal fast. As we connected our bleeding hands together I felt a very sharp pain. I endured it for the two minutes we were to stay like that. As we pulled away her wound healed but mine did not. I stared at the raw flesh as I realised there was silver in her blood. I could imagine the pain she must feel. As the ceremony ended I rushed to the pack doctor. My hands were bandaged. I ask him to run a test on Sabrina.