The Reckless Oath We Made Novels & Stories

If I refused, the blood oath would kill me instantly. Slowly, painfully, I lifted my head. My voice came out rough. “I…” The burning beneath my skin intensified again. “I, former Alpha of Blackridge Pack…” The words nearly destroyed me. “…accept this oath.” The crowd looked horrified. “I have no reason to reject Alpha Caldor’s authority.” The pain eased slightly. But my chest still felt like it was being crushed alive. “And I swear to keep the agreement.” The oath sealed completely. A sharp burning mark appeared across my arm instantly.

“Then let it burn. But not without a fight.” Scene Three – The Oath Marco found them later in the study, the firelight painting them in gold and shadow. His loyalty to Damian had never faltered, but tonight, as he watched them together, he understood something: their bond was no longer a private affair. It was a fault line, one that could either fracture the empire or forge it stronger. “We need more than promises,” Marco said, breaking the silence. “If we are to survive this, if she is to survive this—” he nodded toward Adriana, “—we need an oath. A secret one, binding us together. The Council fights in shadows. So must we.”

“Did you—” “A pack member helped,” he said quickly, gaze flicking away in clear discomfort. “You were unconscious.” “Right. Because of course I was.” She looked back at him. “Start talking.” He stepped closer, slow enough not to crowd her. Like approaching a skittish animal. “I’m Kael,” he said. “I lead the wolves you saw last night.” “Lead as in…?” “Alpha.” She stared at him. “You’re telling me werewolves are real. And you’re their boss.”

Just enough to fill the silence with warning. “Truth is flexible, doctor. Ask any historian. It’s shaped by who tells it first… and who tells it loudest.” He leaned back, folding his arms. “What exactly are you threatening?” Imani stepped forward slowly until she was leaning over his desk, her voice now a purr. “I’m not threatening you, Hakeem. I’m promising you. If you decide to grow a conscience and betray me, I’ll drown your license in scandal so deep that your children won’t be able to attend Sunday school without whispers.”

Alphas were supposed to be at the top of the food chain, so they never took well to being ordered. “I’m sorry. I just need to make sure you keep it to yourself. The decision to accept or decline my offer will be yours alone. And if you accept, I will need you to make a blood oath.” “Hey, wait a minute—” “Please hear me out.” A blood oath was a dangerous thing. If Chase ever broke his promise, his death would be quick and painful. “Okay, fine. What do you need?”

"But I need assurances. If I'm caught, if this goes wrong, I need to know you won't throw me to the wolves to save yourselves." "What kind of assurances?" "A blood oath. That you'll never reveal i involvement, never speak my name, never point fingers in my direction if things fall apart." I glances with Marcus and Anabelle. A blood oath was serious. Binding. If we made that promise and broke it, we'd face severe consequences—both magical and political. But we needed her help. Ú "Fine," I agreed. "We'll swear the oath." Marcus pulled out a small knife and made a quick cut across his palm. Blood welled up immediately. He passed the knife to me, and I did the same, then handed it to Anabelle.

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?”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes before scowling at him and shaking my head. “No, you can’t. He invoked a pack oath, an oath to the ancestors and all the descendants of the Ravenfield pack. The moment he swore that oath, every single member of Ravenfiel felt it. If you kill him, we all pay for the break of an oath.” I explained as I looked at Silas, pleading with him with my eyes to understand just exactly what that oath means, what it means for me as much as he can. His eyes go wide and the brown darkens as he comprehends the weight of what Tristan swore.

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 remembered what happened to his companion in the past, so he said anxiously, “I want you to make an oath on your soul!” He could believe it if Brett swore on his soul. Brett almost passed out in anger. He could not wait to deal with this guy, but he was the only one who knew the truth. Brett decided to calm down and get to the bottom of it first. “I swear on my soul that I’ll let you go and won’t make things difficult for you if you tell me the truth.” As soon as Brett finished speaking, the cynocephaly jumped up excitedly. With the oath as a restraint, Brett could never go back on his word no matter how much he regretted it. The cynocephaly walked up to Philip smugly.