Novel & Cerita The Oaths Of Vayuputras

“With the marking of the blessed oil, you swear an oath to serve the goddess, mother to us all. Hunji, you have sworn to carry out the work of the goddess as she sees fit. To go forth in celibacy and kindness, to take no life unless in defense, to seek out and help those who need it.” I heard the words; they just didn’t register until much later. Until my training began.

Xatar's eyes, the color of stormy skies, gazed deeply into Navana's, as he replied with a solemn tone, "I have just returned from the great council, where the venerable Oracle and seer unveiled a prophecy of grave significance. It speaks of a destiny that could tip the delicate balance between the mortal and immortal realms, potentially bringing either ruin or prosperity." As Xatar spoke, the weight of the prophecy hung heavy in the air, and Navana's heart tightened with a mix of foreboding and understanding. She knew, deep within her soul, the true meaning concealed within the enigmatic words of the prophecy. But she had made a solemn oath, vowing to keep her secret hidden, safeguarding the

"My blood to her path. Her fate is mine. Her storm is mine. Her war is mine. Her light, mine." The murmurs died into silence again. Veyra could barely breathe. Tears welled in her eyes as his words soaked into her skin like rain into dry soil. She stepped forward, her voice soft but unwavering. "I accept your oath, Zarek of Nightveil," she said, placing a hand on his bowed head. "And I give mine in return. Your fight is my fight. Your people are my people. I will not falter." A howl broke the silence.

She was drinking from the waterskin as if bored of hearing the tale again. "An oath of success" Godson continued, "To guarantee their success, Kamalu and his two friends were forced to take a blood oath, one which binds them as a sacrifice to the gods. It was a sacred meeting, and should have remained a secret until the end of the war." Godson rubbed his brow as the crease began to form. The glee in his eyes had disappeared, replaced now with sadness. It was as if he was in the battle himself.

He had worked hard, and now he was trusted by all. Then came the most important part of the day. An ancient scroll was brought forward. Alec, Delilah, Maxwell, Amanok, and all the other leaders stood in a circle. They placed their hands on the scroll and repeated the sacred words: "We swear an eternal oath. To protect all life. To guard peace. To stand together, no matter the storm." A light burst from the scroll and floated into the sky. It was a sign. The gods had accepted the promise.

He let the blood fall where Maxim’s had, their drops merging in the etched runes. As the stone glowed faintly red, Zara felt the magic activate. The air grew heavy. Charged. The elder began the rite. “Speak now the shared truth.” Maxim’s voice was low but steady. “We are the blood of Vale. Born of the same line, heirs to the same power. Divided by ambition, bound by fate.” Victor echoed him, his tone a shade too theatrical. “We are the blood of Vale. Brothers still, though we walk different paths. May this oath bind truth, even as our choices tear us apart.”

"Always." The Binding Oath was an ancient rite, almost lost to time. It was once the ceremony used to anoint leaders not by blood or ambition, but by spirit. When Arthur and Isabella stepped into the circle, the torches dimmed, and a low hum filled the air—as if the cathedral itself remembered. Michael raised the Book of Declarations and began to chant, his voice steady, each word resonating like thunder. "Let this bond be sealed not by name or house, but by sacrifice. Let the blood spilled and the hearts broken be the foundation of the world to come."

Around us, the wolves began to hum low notes, a harmonic resonance that made the very air vibrate. Then came the binding. Two silver threads, thin as spider silk, radiant as starlight, were brought forth by Brynn and Frynn. The twins moved in perfect rhythm, each taking one of our hands and tying the threads around our wrists. As they did, they recited the ancient oath: > “By the moon we are born, By the pack we are bound, By the heart we are whole. Let no shadow sever what light has joined.” When they finished, the Elder nodded. “You may speak your vows.”

Osiris said. "I Viva Bazin, daughter of Alpha Romulus Bazin of the Moonlight pack, pledge to always listen to my people and help them in time of need and protect them in time of trouble. I swear by the moon goddess that I won't go back on my words." Viva said the oath. "It is done," Osiris said as he let go of their index fingers and the three of them faced the silent crowd.

she said, "Yes I am" daren replied, "Till ze shades of black are bright and ze touch of death is life" she said waiting for daren to finish it, Daren smiled, his father had beaten the words into him, literally, "I devote to the realm my soul, the rays of light I shall uphold"he finished, It was the oath taught to only the first born of the five families that withstood chaos at the infancy of Aratia, "How are you alive?" She asked,