The Oath Book Novels & Stories

he said flatly. Seraphina eyed the book. Strange symbols were carved into the cover. Her fingers hesitated before she touched it. “This is Arcadia’s Book of Order,” the man explained. “Sacred laws passed down from our ancestors. Repeat after me.” She nodded faintly. “I, Seraphina Wilson…” “I, Seraphina Wilson…” she echoed, voice barely above a whisper. “…will speak nothing but the truth.” Word by word, she repeated the oath. Another council advocate stepped forward. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with flaming ginger hair, a sharp mustache, and cold, calculating eyes.

Of course, she’d want to see me choke. I cleared my throat and recited the oath Nova had taught me. “I, Ophelia Hawthorne, undertake this oath of my own free will. With Hecate as my witness, I vow to put the coven first. It’s secrets are my secrets. It’s truth is my truth.” I lifted the chalice above my head, where the moonlight seemed to strengthen. “I give my body to the earth, my soul to the fire, my blood to the water, and my mind to the air. By the power of the divine, I name myself the sixth member of this coven. So mote it be.”

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.

"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 didn't know what he saw in my eyes but he faltered, a sense of dawning realization about him that was equally despondent and heartbreaking to look at. I continued, “Should I lie, may lightning strike me down. May I lose my life, my reputation, my title. May I die miserable and my body be fed to wild dogs. May I never receive the Moon Goddess’ blessings for as long as I exist in this world and the next.” The oath was completed and gradually, in what felt like a defining move against an enemy, I lowered my bloody hand. “Now, Alaric,” My tone was hushed. “Can you swear the same?”

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the two men who cherish me above all else are absent. One is Vittorio Luciano, the only son of the Luciano family from the east, while the other is Carlos Gambino, the heir to the Gambino family from the south. This is a matter that could easily be settled with a few words, yet they try to think up all sorts of excuses to brush me off. "Anna, a gunfight has broken out at the port to the north, so I really can't step away." "I have to hold a family meeting with the elders. I can't skip it." However, the two men have barely hung up on me when I see them appear beside my adopted younger sister, Liliana Siciliano, at her coming-of-age ceremony. The

"This oath is sealed in blood, bound in magic, witnessed by the Moon Goddess herself. To break it is to invite death. To honor it is to be bound until released by completion or mutual dissolution. So I swear." "So I swear," I whisper, and feel the force SLAM into me. It's like being struck by lightning and drowning at the same time. The oath carves itself into me, sinking into my bones, my blood, my skin. I feel it settling into place. I try to pull my hand away, but Seer Elric stops me. "Alpha Garrick must speak his portion… now."

Weston, too, entered, his expression torn between pride and hunger. The officiant—one of Magnolia’s pale companions, eyes as empty as glass—held out the knife. Not ornate, but simple, sharp, ancient. Savannah extended her hand. The blade slid over her palm, and blood welled, rich and crimson. She let it fall into the basin. Magnolia repeated the gesture, her blood mingling with Savannah’s. Then Weston. The basin shimmered, as though the three streams of life had ignited something unseen. “Once mixed,” intoned the officiant, “there is no division. The oath is eternal. You will rise and fall together.”

Ethan mixes the blood and then brings the still-fresh cut on his arm to me, and I press my palm to him, feeling a weird sensation in my chest the moment our palms are connected. "Repeat after me," Ethan ordered, and I listened attentively to him. "I, Ethan, swear to uphold my part of this blood oath and if for whatever reason I defunct against it, I readily accept the consequences." "I, Caleb, swear to uphold my part of this blood oath and if for whatever reason I defunct against it, I readily accept the consequences." I pledged and as soon as the words were out of my lips, a sharp spike went through my chest sealing the deal.

he roared, his voice cracking– the old knight’s voice breaking through the corrompido general’s mask. Luz twisted his arm, redirecting her momentum away from himself and toward the fountain’s edge. “You think you are protecting the world?” his crimson eyes burned, but the amber flicker in his left eye was wide and frantic. “You are protecting a lie! The Santo Order did not just fight corrompido, Estrela– they created them!” “The Santo Order is my hand, and we will strike down all those who opposed us,” Estrela said angrily and drew a smaller blade. The smaller blade swinging past his face cutting his cheek. “I am a God! You think you and some little girl can stop me?!” she roared.