Novel & Cerita The Reckless Oath We Made

It’s not gone, but it is flickering as if it is fighting to stay on her neck. “This has happened before. But the shit you need to do it is fucking hard to find.” He growls. He is nervous, I can feel it pouring off in waves. “LOCK THE PACK DOWN! NO ONE IN OR OUT!! I want EVERYONE that has even been in her presence in the last 24 hours questioned. AND I WANT IT ALL DONE NOW!!” He growls at the crowd now forming, all bowing their heads and bearing their necks to the king. But once his words left his lips, that was law.

All she wanted right now was to be alone, but she couldn’t do it without raising suspicion. Reigna steered her in front of a crown made out of stone. She looked over her shoulders. The others were making their way to the rickety staircase. She groaned when Reigna started her pep talks. “This is the Skipper’s Oath, Beastie.” She pointed to the phrases printed in the stone. “It’s what we must always remember. Try to read it. I bet you have forgotten it as well.” Uninterested though she was, she pretended to read the oath. Just as she expected, she digested nothing but the word must and should.

"Baby, we all miss our babies. Don't forget that we three made an oath that we will go for them together and none alone. So, please don't try to go at it alone. We are a team and a team works together," Alex says and I smile at him. "After we settled after Alex and I and out mom got better, we had a very lengthy talk just the three of us. We agreed that the three of us will be doing things together. Mason insisted on taking a blood oath and we did. In fact, it wasn't anything complicated, we just cut our palms, dripped a few droplets of each of our blood in a small bowl and mixed it and we licked each a little.

Pressing our palms together, our blood mingles, and the energy from the oath begins to resonate through the both of us, “With this promise you enter a blood pact. Breaking this blood pact will result in your death, this is my promise to you. Do you accept?” “I accept.” Oliver gulps down the words, a worried expression overcomes his face as if he isn’t sure he can keep the promise. “Too late," I tell him as the blood oath takes effect and a burst of energy forms between us. “It is done. Do not make me regret this rogue.”

Damian said as Benjamin nervously glanced at Lilith. "Come on, don't be cowards. Swear, or face my wrath." Alpha Damian circled them, his piercing gaze intensifying the pressure. The men exchanged uneasy glances before finally, with reluctant determination, they placed their hands on the pot of thunder. "I-I... I swear." Benjamin muttered, and the woman in the black dress swallowed hard. "I swear too." She said so, and so did the last man. The oath echoed in the air, sealing their fate as the pot of thunder absorbed the solemn words, their significance hanging heavily in the air.

the leader of one of the packs stated to the other leader of the opposing pack. José looked up. "I solemnly vow to you that I will uphold the terms of the truce that was made between us. By the life of my mother, I am swearing to you that I will do so. In addition to this, I solemnly pledge that anyone who disobeys it will be put to death without delay and that this sentence will be carried out immediately.

Liam's mouth was agape. He was genuinely too stunned to speak. Seeing his lack of movement, Clara quizzically asked, "What's wrong, darling? Something off with the contract?" She leaned in to glance at the contract in Liam's hands, only to freeze at the words "Hurrix Corporation". Within seconds, she quickly composed herself and scoffed. "I didn't think you'd be so desperate over a bit of money, Elena. Faking ties to the Hurrixes just to scare us? That's low."

He looked at Helena until a boy again looked at a woman who had taught him how to make choices and never told him most of the roads would be one-way streets ending in walls. “I will,” he said, “but I will also speak.” She said nothing. He took that as permission because that is what heirs do when the house has taught them to turn silence into the best available yes. “The first oath,” he said, “was a theft. We called it a pact to sleep without howling. We told ourselves it made us safe. It made us rulers. It made us cold. We built our courts on it. We dressed it in poetry. We pressed it into our brides until they learned to call devotion what was only an appetite that had acquired manners.” H

After that text runs, Liam rushes frantically back to his personal office and writes out a massive official resource draft on a heavy parchment, his heart bleeding out dark agony at all those sweeping zeros. I accept the resource paper into my leather bag with a very happy smile. Then, as if my mind is afraid that Liam will not believe my silence, my voice even makes a solemn pack oath, saying, "Mr. Raeken, your armored chest is so incredibly generous to my name. My wolf swears on my very life that my tongue won't tell a single word to Ms. Rhodes today. May all the deadly shadow poisons in the entire world strike my inner beast dead if my lips break this sacred vow!"

"I've spent seventeen years honoring a promise made on my behalf before I understood what it meant. I intend to spend whatever comes next honoring one I've made for myself." The old oath required a physical gesture, a warrior's blood mixed with the soil of the bound pack's territory, sealed before witnesses — and Dominic performed it there in the hall, a shallow cut across his palm, blood pressed into a small dish of Moonlight earth Reid had prepared in advance, the ancient words spoken clear and unhesitating.