Swear Fealty Novels & Stories

just like a real knight— no, warrior, it was as if she was giving her pledge of loyalty, she kneels on the ground and now her head with her right hand directly forming a fist in front of her heart “—From this day forward, I, Fiolle Magalhaes Neives, shall do all means to protect you. I will use my strength to give you back my gratitude. As my life is now yours to take anytime you wishes for it. This is my pledge, as a soldier, as a warrior who wields and holds the power of fire” Looking straight at Ethan, I wonder what he would do about this. It was really a surprising event to see. A soldier pledging her life huh… “This is an oath that will never be broken and will forever remain as long as

Catherine’s eyes met theirs, the intensity of her gaze cold and absolute. “Then swear upon the bond, in the sacred name of the Almighty Fenrir, that should you fail this responsibility, should you abandon this cub or break this vow, you will accept Fenrir's eternal punishment, in whatever form it may take.” “We swear in the name of the Almighty Fenrir,” they replied in unison. Determination was carved into their faces. Nearby, Butler Felix and Captain Kael shared the same solemn resolve, as though bound by the oath themselves. Marquess Maxxwell carefully walked to the center of the altar where Gwyn was peacefully sleeping, unaware of her surroundings. The rising and falling of her small ches

“Don’t be too eager to spill blood, Michael. Once you’ve taken a life, it’s over, there’s no going back to being a good guy.” “You’re a good man, Wrath, you might be a bad guy, but you’re one of the best men I know. You’re loyal, dedicated, honorable, and you always do what’s right. If I can be half as good as you are, then I’ll call that a win,” he said. “Just stay true to who you are, no matter how hard it gets, don’t fall off that wagon.” “You know, Wrath, no matter what happens here, I’d follow you,” Weasel said, and gave him a smile.

"Love? Is there love in betrayal? In abandonment? In manipulation that uses me as a pawn to shake your faith? No. I do not love him. What I want is freedom—to dissolve the bond that ties us together." Mara tilted her head, studying me with cold eyes. "Then swear it here before your own council. Swear you are loyal only to this country. That if the Highest Council grants your bill, you will not falter or change your decision." I pressed my palm flush to the table, steady and unshaken. "I swear it. As long as no hand rises against me, I remain loyal to this land. But if any hand—Alexander's or anyone else's—tries to chain me again, I will not bow. Not to Crescent Moon. Not to him. Not to anyon

he said, voice steady and clear, “come before the Alphas of Fiato Kingdom to offer my pack in allegiance. Not in fear. Not in defeat. But in unity.” The words settled over the gathering like a weight. This was not conquest. This was something older. Frynn stepped forward first, as tradition demanded. “Do you swear to uphold the laws of Fiato?” He asked. “I do.” “To stand with us in war and in peace?” “I do.” “To place the kingdom above personal gain?” Duggar’s gaze flickered, just briefly, toward Mia, then back to us. “I do.” Silence stretched. Then it was my turn.

I know, with a dreadful sensation, that he wants me because I am the only thing I have. "What are you looking for from me?" I ask, hardly raising my voice above a whisper. A little, icy smile curls Marco's lips. He states simply, "Loyalty." "Total and steadfast devotion." You are mine now and forever. You will follow my instructions without inquiry and at the appropriate time. I get a chill from his words, and I can feel his demand looming over me like a thick shroud. I understand his question. He wants authority over everything, including my life and my choices.

Farrell continued, “once wore the crown you honored. But what did he do with your loyalty? He abandoned his duties. He brought war to our gates. He betrayed the sacred bond between king and pack.” My jaw clenched. Lies. All of it. I glanced at Ferris. He was still kneeling. Still silent. Proud. He didn’t lower his head. He didn’t plead. His chin stayed high and his gaze was fixed on me. Farrell paced slowly in front of the crowd, like an actor on stage. “When we needed strength, he showed weakness. When we needed unity, he sowed division. He let enemies into our walls. He chose chaos over peace. And for what? For love?”

“History won’t remember fear. It won’t remember how much power someone had. It’ll remember who stood when others cowered. Who made choices when others hid. That’s what matters.” A few of the elders exchange uneasy glances. That’s the point. Mira whispers, “It’s… overwhelming.” “Yeah,” I say softly. “But better overwhelming than blind obedience.” I glance at Kael and Saria again. “Swear allegiance not to a title. Not to an office. But to truth. To honesty. To justice. That’s your choice. Not mine. But if you do, we move forward together.” Kael nods. “We swear it.”

I said, looking at them. “Swear it,” I said, and they both looked at each other. “I, Leo Mortis, healer of the Ironfang pack, swore to my Alpha never to say whatever happened here to anyone,” Leo swore. “I, Moon eyes, eyes of the Ironfang pack, swore to my Alpha never to say whatever happened in here to anyone,” Moon eyes swored. “I, Ezra Kelder, Beta of the Ironfang swore to my Alpha never to say whatever happened here to anyone,” Ezra also swore.

But I wasn’t done. “Say it properly,” I said, feeling like the queen. His head tilted. “Swear it. On your blood.” Kael stare at her with a look of something unexplainable. A flash of something dark crossed his features. A predator pulled back by pride. But he stepped forward anyway and bit into his palm. Blood welled instantly. “I, Kael of the Forgotten Throne, swear on my blood, my name, and my curse… that I will uphold our agreement as you’ve stated it. Should I break it, may the ruin that hunts me devour what’s left of my soul.”