The Oaths Of Vayuputras Novels & Stories

Above the brahmarandhra (A suture or incision in the crown of the head), which is done in an official manner to declare them to be husband and wife. "May Lord Varuna, Jupiter, grant you a seat of immortality!" implored the officiant. "Abhratrighneem Varuna apatighneem brihaspathe thachusyai savitussah" Behold the fire deities' blessings upon you. May the stability of all five planets endure. I wish you success at this time. It requires a collective commitment to reciprocate affection, the integration of individuals who possess unique qualities, and the cultivation of a shared vitality. To foster a renewed vitality alongside that of our forebears, cumin and jaggery collaborate.

I feel his warm lips crash into mine and I completely melt into his embrace. One hand travels up my back, the other wiping my tears from my cheeks, as his arms grow tighter around me. “Monsters will never make my Queen quiver in fear, they will never make her cower, and they will never lay another fucking finger on her.” His words sound like an oath. “I vow that sacred oath, my Queen. As long as I am around that will never be something you have to worry about.” He says, the love just pouring from his lips.

They placed their foreheads against the cold stone. "We swear," the Alpha of the Pacific Pack whispered, his voice rough. "Not to rule, but to guard. Not as subjects, but as shields." "We swear," the others echoed. It was an ancient oath, one that hadn't been spoken since the days of the First Kings. It wasn't a pledge of fealty to a tyrant; it was a promise to protect the future. Ethan watched them. He felt a fierce, terrifying pride swell in his chest. "Rise," Ethan commanded.

Luna intoned, her voice carrying ancient weight. “I pledge my soul beneath the Crimson Moon,” Aria began, voice steady. Kael echoed, “I bind my blood, my breath, and my power.” Aria: “To rise when he rises, to fall when he falls.” Kael: “To protect what she protects, to love as she loves.” Together: “Let our fates be fused, our destinies shared. As the moon bears witness, let no force unmake this Oath.”

-HER- I feel a new found confidence and power filling me as I sit up straight and tip my chin high. Vesta is taking charge. She is doing what she always wanted to do. “I am willing,” I tell him sternly while looking him in the eye. “Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the People of Zaeris and the rest who’ve been created by the moon goddess, according to their respective laws and customs?” He asks in a high and clear voice. I could hear my heart drumming in my chest and Vesta coming to the surface as she hears each word of the Oath. It feels as if she is waking up from her sleep. Each word seems to rattle her up, feed her more power.

The pillar of fire over the roof writhed like a serpent, and from its coils a thousand whispers started to chant in unison, guttural and ancient, in a language that should not have lived. Vosvak Spade Il'Sharak fell to his knees, his clawed palms buried in the fractured stone flooring, eyes wide, pupils stretched like bottomless pits. His voice was gruff but distinct as he spoke the Oath of Reclamation—the last pledge that would seal his unholy resurrection: "O shadow below shadows, hear me. I give you flesh unmarked, I give you blood unwilling, I give you the breath of the innocent and the scream of the faithful.". I rip the gate not to be opened.

I was so deeply moved by his gesture that I ignored Dad's objections and chose to go with him, never once looking back. Dad eventually yielded to my persistence and gave us his blessing. With Dad's investment and help, Mateo quickly established a company of his own, and his career soared. Mateo and I also got married during this time. He kneeled on one knee during our wedding and vowed to love only me for the rest of his life. "I owe everything I am to you, Phoebe," he said. "I swear I will never let you down and be yours eternally, whether in wealth or poverty, health or strife."

“We stand here not to revive the old order, but to bury it properly.” She looked each woman in the eyes. “The new oath is simple, We vow to tell the truth. We vow to protect choice. We vow to never again let love become a weapon.” The women watched her, breathing shallow, waiting. “No blades,” she said. “No blood bowls.” “No sacrifices.” “No spells.” “No chains.” Just truth. Olivia placed one hand over her heart. “If you accept this vow, not to me, but to yourselves, step forward.” One woman stepped.

The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze. His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room. “Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?” A brief silence followed. All eyes were on Adrian. Without hesitation. Without pause. “Yes, I do.”