Say You Swear Book Novels & Stories

“I doubt he’ll do that. I think he’ll worship her relentlessly. He might even end the war for her. This is leverage for the war.” I exhaled. “And a curse for our love life.” I turned to Micha and said: “Why don’t we go to the living book and stop speculating?” Micha said: “Fine then, let’s go.” We entered my room. I retrieved the book from the drawer and set it on the table. Dread coiled in me over what it would reveal. I prayed Micha’s theory was wrong. I pressed the book with a trembling finger. Instantly, golden light blazed from the book, and golden letters burned into view. The book said:

I told him, "I'm scared of death, so why would I sacrifice myself for you like I am some sort of super hero," "What have you learnt about this new oath?" Elias asked, not bothered about the commotion happening behind us. It was like it was just two of us existing in the world. "Nothing," I told him, grateful the book was in my pocket, so I could show him. "It's just a bunch of blank pages." I opened it to receive the shock of my life. New words appeared on the blanks pages. I looked from the book to Elias and back to the book, "I promise, it was blank before."

I whispered, "No," he disagreed, shaking his head. "I love you very much. I love you more. So much more, and I promise...I promise to never, ever treat wrong again. I swear it." I smiled, "I swear on kids," he said, meaning every word. "You better keep your promise," I warned playfully, "I won't just leave this time, I'll take your dick with me." "Eh?" "I'll cut it off and take it with me." I said, "I swear it."

“Just wait and see, I shall revive you and, in that time, I will have you as mine and will never be towards the Maiden.” She swears while listing the things and taking down notes of the important words and concepts of the book that draws her back to reality, yet leads her into the wrong path. “I swear that you will love me more than her. You will see me rather than her, as you will fall in love with and not her.”

"I will kill him." My voice is a vow, unwavering and absolute. "I swear it on my life. I will kill him for what he’s done to you."

A pile of books leaned dangerously on a rickety table. She shoved me toward the bed. “Sleep. Don’t drool. Don’t summon dark spirits. And do not kill me in my sleep.” “I won’t.” “Swear it?” And gods help me, I meant it. Without thinking, I reached into my cloak, pulled out the blade I kept tucked into my thigh strap, and sliced my palm open. Nyra’s eyes bulged. “What the fuck are you doing?!” “I swear on blood,” I said quietly. “I’ll never hurt you.”

Eloise squeezed my hand. Not to stop me. To anchor me. A Southern Alpha, an older man with a scar running across his eyebrow, swallowed hard and then stood up. “I won’t attack the boy,” he said solemnly. “Not unless he attacks first and the situation warrants it.” “Then swear it,” I said without hesitation. The man looked at me in surprise. “You want a sacred oath?” the man asked. “But he—” “Look at Emmett’s hand,” I snapped fiercely, and everyone realized that the boy hadn’t made an empty promise.

She gritted her teeth, infuriated. “Sir York! I swear to the Emperor that I will never reveal your identity to anyone!” “If I do, our Emperor will be struck by lightning!” Harvey kept on smiling. “I don’t believe in swears. If swears worked in the first place, the world wouldn’t need the police now, would it?” “Besides, you Islanders always contradict yourselves. There’s no way I can believe you.” “What should I do if you sell me out the moment I let you go?”

“I swear.” “Do you solemnly swear to keep an open line of communication at all times?” “I swear.” “Do you swear to keep the family secret or so help you Moon Goddess?” “I swear.” “Do you swear to hold yourselves and this pack accountable for any mistakes and abide by its laws?” “I swear.” “Do you swear to pledge your unwavering loyalty to this pack, to myself, Anna, and Avery?” “I swear.” “And do you swear that you will fight alongside us at all times, while keeping your morals and your humility intact?”

No one would. The officiant nodded abruptly, motioning for her to continue. Seraya's mouth opened, but for an instant equal to one heartbeat, nothing emerged. The words of the vow, which she had learned as a child, pressed down upon her now, as if every syllable were stone that she had to lift with her tongue. "I, Seraya Quinley," she began, her voice strong at the start, "before witness, fire, and earth, of my own free will and vowed of my own word, do solemnly swear—"