The Reckless Oath We Made Novels & Stories

I placed my right hand on my chest in the form of taking a binding oath, and her eyes widened. “What are you doing?” Panic flooded her voice. I stared right into her eyes and I said, “This is my oath to you, Alisha.” “Derek, stop it,” her voice broke, and I saw tears in her eyes now. “This isn’t like you. Stop this!” As werewolves we didn’t take oaths lightly especially not when made in this manner. There were many cautionary tales of those who broke their oaths and had misfortunes happen to them without fail.

Any oath with the moon goddess was like a summon for punishment, one could easily meet its doom if one was not careful. "I swear on the moon goddess, I will not tell anyone about your secret affair if you drive Odessa out of the pack in a week.” I raised my two fingers to the sky to seal the deal. Her eyes widened slightly when she heard my words, "A week? That's not possible-” "Not my problem.” I dismissed her concerns resolutely and pointed at the locked door. "Open it now.”

It kinda came in handy playing a girl with memory loss. Cristiano waited patiently for a coherent answer. “I don’t. I’m sorry,” I said, clearing my throat. I pulled my gaze away from him and back to the dance floor. The tempo had picked up its pace and everyone’s going crazy showing their moves, the alcohol flushing all their inhibitions down the drain. “It’s none of your fault, dear. No need to apologize. We’ll take care of everything.” Or in their lingo, they’d kill the guy once they got their hands on him. Which was impossible since Dante made him up but I knew just the person he’d implicate for it.

“Before we begin planning, let us swear an oath here first that no word will leave this room. And yes, I don’t trust you with my mate’s secrets.” Diana was touched while the others nodded in understanding. Closing their eyes, they connected with their wolves. Since they were not of the same packs, they uttered the oath together except for Diana who was acting as the witness and subject of the oath. “I and my wolf swear the oath of an alliance. To never break the trust and never speak the word. To uphold right from wrong and believe in faith. Should I break the oath of alliance, let my connection to the Moon Goddess be null and void.”

"Drink." With trembling hands, I took a sip from the bowl and grimaced at the horrible stench that wafted into my nose afterwards. "The oath is valid and can't be undone except a life is given in return." The elder said. I shivered and shook my head. I still had a strange feeling, but this time it was about myself. It felt like I was making the mistake of my life agreeing and taking the oath. Now that I had accepted everything done of my free will, I didn't think I should regret it. But I couldn't help it.

Students backed away as I approached, eyes wide, whispers sharp. Elias’s smirk widened. “Here he is. The beast himself.” My fists clenched at my sides. “Say it again.” His eyes gleamed. “She’s not worthy. You’re not worthy. You’re blinded by an omega’s scent, and it’s going to destroy you.” My wolf snarled. My chest burned. The crowd waited, breathless, phones lifted. And then I spoke. “Blood Oath.” Gasps exploded around us. The words were old. Ancient. A vow written in the bones of wolves. Not spoken for decades.

Not out of unity, but out of the grim awareness that history was ending in this room. Olivia raised her right hand. “This oath,” she began, “is not to a covenant, not to a god, not to a curse. This oath is to ourselves.” The wives echoed her words softly. “To ourselves.” “For freedom,” Olivia said. “For freedom,” they repeated. “For the end,” she said. “For the end.” “For the future.” “For the future.” The vow ignited, not with fire, but with finality. Something ancient cracked. The ceiling trembled. The floor pulsed, as if the very foundation of the estate was exhaling after centuries of being strangled.

“If it helps us find out who we can trust, I’ll do it.” Luka didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t argue further. “There’s another way to ensure secrecy,” Luka said suddenly, his voice colder than before. “An oath.” I turned to him. “What kind of oath?” Luka’s gaze darkened. “A blood-binding oath, made in the presence of the town’s witch.” A chill ran down my spine. “A witch?” Keiran sighed, rubbing his temples. “Luka, you know she hates rogues.”

He bit his index finger hard until his nail broke off. “What the fuck are you doing?” Harlow gasped with his mouth open. Jack’s breath came in ragged bursts as he shook his head. “A blood oath. I’m not joking when I say I’ll be loyal to you until I die.” That night, Harlow and I watched as Jack spilled blood from his finger to create a blood oath circle. He would never betray us again and promised to stay loyal until death. The magical circle he made shimmered in silver and became a permanent tattoo on the wooden table.

“Balance requires order. Your families defied it. The oath corrected what pride destroyed.” “It wasn’t balanced,” Juliette said. “It was bondage. You called it justice. I call it a curse.” Carrow tilted his head. “Then come. Undo what was written.” He gestured to the stone basin on the altar. Within it, dark liquid simmered - ink mixed with something more ancient. Floating in the center was a rolled scroll, sealed in blood-red wax. “The original oath,” Carrow Elias murmured. “Signed in blood. Written in vengeance. It can be broken - but not without cost.”