Relationship Blood Oath Hand Novels & Stories

His eyes were dark, red seeping into his iris, "That doesn't answer my question." "The spell I did was a Blood Oath. A forbidden spell that linked my life forces with yours. I get to share your pain as you would mine. It wasn't supposed to stay this long. I didn't know Reine was dead. When I did spell, I did it with the thought of Reine breaking it. Only a Priest or a Priestess can break the Oath." "The tattoo of the Oath is what's on my hand." I added. "That's all."

"Now do we have a deal or not?" "We have a deal." Garrett pulled out a ceremonial knife, its blade glowing with runes. "Blood oath. The old way. Unbreakable." One by one, we each cut our palms and let the blood drip into a ceremonial bowl. Garrett added his own blood, then began chanting in a language I didn't recognize. The air grew heavy. Oppressive. Power crashed over us in waves, sealing the oath into our very souls. When it was done, I felt the oath settle into place—a weight on my chest, a binding that couldn't be broken without severe consequences.

I say, “Explain the thing that you shoved into my blood without asking permission for.” He sighs as he turns back to watch his men load the cars with everything they need, and doesn't look back as he explains. "The blood oath is a control system, and commands can run both ways. Orders are passed down from one bondmate to another, with restraints triggered when someone disobeys. Pain loops correct behavior, and it has a habit of ensuring loyalty.” The bond hums under my skin as if it knows it's being talked about. I hate the feeling of it.

Then they clasped their cut hands, and the elder lifted the cup to the Alpha’s mouth. I resisted the urge to gag while I watched him drink from the cup of blood. I was a guest and didn’t want to be rude, but I found it revolting. The elder lifted the cup to Lisa’s lips and she also drank. “You have now taken a blood oath to serve each other to the best of your abilities,” the elder loudly proclaimed. “It is an oath that can’t be broken, not even through rejection or exile.” The two smiled, staring deeply into one another’s eyes. It was clear that they were very much in love, and there was beauty to it, even if they both had blood smeared on their lips.

“I am ready, Luna Carla. I wish to undertake the Blood Oath, and to take my place beside you as the Young Luna of the Lapis Moon pack.” “And so it shall be,” she said. Her words held the seal of finality, of certainty, this time. I raised my palm, and she brought the knife to my skin. It cut through my hand cleanly, and I barely felt its blade as she sliced my palm. My blood began to flow, beaded rubies blossoming along my palm, and I raised it up. Alpha Felix held up his left hand, too, and our palms met between us. The glittering light encircled our joined hands as they lined up perfectly, thumb to thumb, palm to palm, and finger to finger.

“The Blood Oath Ceremony is the only solution.” “The Blood Oath Ceremony?” The doctor hesitates just a moment before explaining. “It’s far from a medical solution to anything,” she says with a nervous chuckle. “The Blood Oath Ceremony is an ancient ritual that no one has performed in centuries, but it still works. It requires mates to strip naked and embrace each other in their most bare and honest state.”

I asked, my voice rising in alarm. He didn't answer right away, instead, he extended his hand toward me, the blood still dripping from his palm. "Cut your hand," he said simply. "Rub your blood on mine. It's a blood oath. I need you to prove how desperate you are. How sincere you are." My heart pounded in my chest, and I recoiled instinctively. "I'm not doing that!" I protested, my voice trembling. Blood oaths were serious, sacred. They weren't something to be taken lightly.

Something in the forest seemed to react to it, the shadows shifting, the wind whispering through the trees. Kael’s jaw tightened. “This is… against every law,” he muttered. “It cannot happen. It shouldn’t happen.” Rowan’s gaze remained on Aria, unwavering, calculating. “Yet it has,” he said quietly. “There’s no denying it. The bond is here.” Dante’s lips curved into a wicked smile, though his eyes burned with something deeper. “Looks like someone’s in trouble,” he murmured, circling her again, slow, deliberate, as if savoring the tension.

It seemed to be reaching out toward Cassian, like a dog straining at a leash. "The Velvet Oath is not a contract written in ink," Cassian said, stepping closer. The air around him felt electric, charged with a power she couldn't name. "It is a blood-bond with the void. It kept this world stable for centuries, fed by the lineage of the Vale and the Dray. When your mother fled, the balance broke. The shadows grew restless. They began to hunt on their own." He held out a hand. "You feel it, don't you? The ache in your chest? The feeling that you’ve been fasting for a lifetime?"

Thorne instructed. I turned to face Dominic. He held out his hands. They were huge, engulfing mine. His palms were rough, calloused from years of fighting and riding. He interlaced our fingers. "The bond requires skin contact," Dominic explained softly. "During the ceremony, I will cut your palm. You will cut mine and we will mix the blood." My stomach did a flip. "Of course we do." "It's the only way to share the strength," He squeezed my fingers. "Don't worry. I'll make the cut clean."