Sacred Vows Novels & Stories

I asked, confused. He looked at me without saying anything or blinking. Just stared. Just when I thought he zoned out, he replied. “Seven days, seven rules. You break one, you earn a strike.” He said. Seven rules? How was I going to survive? Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed earlier. Who was I joking with? I don’t have a choice. “Yes sir.” “Your rule for today, I must not get to any meeting before you. You come after me for even one meeting, you earn a strike.”

It was time for me to take the oath, a sacred vow that would bind me to my people and my destiny. The elder’s voice echoed through the field as he recited the ancient words, each syllable resonating with power and tradition. When it was my turn, I raised my hand and swore to protect and honor the pack and the kingdom, to uphold their laws, and to lead with wisdom and strength. My voice trembled slightly, but my resolve was unwavering.

We promised to keep the inn’s doors open for anyone who needed it, and to keep being as loud as needed when people tried to strip kindness into commodities. When we got home the light had softened in the way that makes rooms feel like things you can fold. Marcus paused at the entrance to the nursery and looked at the little crib with something like reverence. “I’ve been thinking about vows,” he said. “Not the public ones—private ones. The ones I keep failing at and the ones I want to get good at.” “You owe me a vow about pancake distribution,” I said, because binding agreements are the only kind I can handle without dramatic paperwork.

Both of them stood on the stage. After that, some people come and take pictures with the groom and bride. After a while, they were called for pheras (taking a vow while circling around sacred fire). After that, they started to take pheras. They took seven pheras around the sacred fire and vow that... They will always love each other. They will trust each other. Take care of each other no matter in which situation they were. They vow that they will treat each other as the most important person in their lives.

Alaric spat. “Oh, so she matters,” the brother mused, his breath ghosting my cheek. “More than the empire? More than your inheritance? More than the vow you broke?” My pulse stuttered. “What vow?” I rasped. He leaned closer, so close his lips almost brushed my ear. “The vow that tied him to me. Blood vows don’t break, Saphira. They only punish.” Alaric cursed under his breath something harsh, ragged. He knew what the brother meant.

The Alpha made a speech about the sacred nature of what they were about to do, the permanence, asked if anyone wanted to back out. No one did. He went on about the specialness of Thea, the importance of keeping her safe. Then, when it came time, he prompted each of them to come up, kneel before her, and speak their vows. One by one, they came up, knelt in front of her, and said these words. “I swear by the moon goddess to protect you with my hands, my wolf, my life. I vow my life in service to you, to do what you ask of me, to keep your secrets, to act as an extension of you, to act only in ways that bring you honor.”

Mum spoke first. “The Moon marks what is broken and returns it made whole. We honor her law today.” She looked between Cowrie and her groom, then Gavin and Sariah, then Ruhan and me. “Three vows. One for bond, one for peace, one for rule.” Cowrie went first. “I vow to guard what is mine and take what is offered in trust.” Her husband repeated it. Mum nodded. Gavin spoke next. “I vow to shield what is mine and serve where I am needed.”

I vowed. However, when everyone thought that I was about to conclude, they all gasped in surprise when I continued and took out a poisoned dart. " .... and I add to my solemn vow that I shall continue to selflessly care, love and serve you both in both, life and DEATH !” I promised and took the most difficult vow of royalty- the ‘Supreme Vow of Life’ as I pressed the poisoned dart in my palm and held it over the sacred fire so that the dart disappeared inside my palm, leaving a hot trail of bubbling blood in its wake.

I’d heard of it before, but hearing her speak it aloud, with everyone watching me, made it feel heavier. Selene went on. “Next, the Sacred Ritual at the temple. The couple kneels before the altar, offering a prayer and a token to the Moon Goddess. It is a purification rite meant to cleanse and bless your bond before the trials that follow.” Selene lifted another page. “After the ritual comes the Vows and the Blood Oath. The mates choose if they want the vows to be spoken privately or publicly, but the oath is public. Each swears their loyalty, their unity, and seals it with blood before the elders.”

Scarlett’s voice is firm and steady. Nan sucks in a sharp breath. The implications of such a vow hitting her. Her dove grey eyes widening. There was an inherit magic to vows spoken with the Moon goddess’s title. The magic would bind them to their words. Nasty complications would arise if the vows were broken. The only vow more serious than that was one using the true name of the goddess. “Thank you.” Lionel tells them. Appreciation for them making the stress lines around his mouth relax. “It’s the least we could do for the gift Nan has given us.” Adrien proclaims.