The Reckless Oath We Made Novels & Stories

"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.

A terrible one. I exhaled slowly. “Then we don’t let it choose.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Meaning?” I met his gaze. “We take control of the oath.” For a second, he didn’t respond. Then understanding hit sharp and immediate. “That’s not something we can just….” “No,” I said. “But it’s something we can try.” “And if we’re wrong?” I held his gaze. “Then we were dead anyway.” That was the truth of it. Brutal.

To swear on the lost rulers was one of the most significant oaths a person could make in post-war society. Almost every werewolf believed that the Fates would not allow such ritual promises to be broken, and would bring curses down on anyone who tried. Kael swallowed hard, taken aback by the intense devotion that rang clearly in Vincent’s every word. Everyone knew Vincent had once been close to the royal family. This oath would mean more to him than anyone. Slowly, grudgingly, Kael said, “Fine. I hear your oath. But I’ll still be watching, and if I have any reason to doubt you…then my threat still stands.”

“You can lie without hesitation because you aren’t bound by your words as we are. It was a cute effort though. I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.” I gritted my teeth, my ears suddenly feeling hot from the embarrassment of it all. Even though he was right, and I didn’t feel a particular sensation when I made the vow, it was still humiliating and annoying that he’d just watched me perform such a stupid ritual without pointing it out beforehand. “I meant it,” I asserted. “Sure, I’m not under some weird loyalty spell like you all are, but that doesn’t mean I was lying.” “Loyalty spell?” Killian snorted, and then he rolled his eyes. “This isn’t some precious little thing, Riley. We

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the two men who cherish me above all else are absent. One is Vittorio Luciano, the only son of the Luciano family from the east, while the other is Carlos Gambino, the heir to the Gambino family from the south. This is a matter that could easily be settled with a few words, yet they try to think up all sorts of excuses to brush me off. "Anna, a gunfight has broken out at the port to the north, so I really can't step away." "I have to hold a family meeting with the elders. I can't skip it." However, the two men have barely hung up on me when I see them appear beside my adopted younger sister, Liliana Siciliano, at her coming-of-age ceremony. The

“That’s the risk. That’s why everyone has to be absolutely certain they can do this. Because there’s no backup plan. No second chances.” “We need insurance,” Caroline said slowly. “Something that ensures no one tells.” “Like what?” “A pact. An oath.” Caroline’s voice was stronger now, more like the leader she used to be. “We swear on something. Make it real. Make breaking the oath worse than whatever Dmitri might do.” It sounded dramatic. Almost ridiculous. But looking at their faces, I saw they needed it. We needed something concrete to hold onto. “Fine,” I said. “We swear. On our freedom. On our lives. On whatever matters most. We swear that we’re in this together until the end.”

One by one they nodded in assent. The discussion had sparked a fire within them, fueling their ambitions and setting the stage for a new era of collaboration and dominance. “Gentlemen, if we’re to succeed in this alliance, we must swear a blood oath. This path will bind us together in a common cause, and it will symbolize our commitment to one another. It’s a sacred bond, forged in blood, and it cannot be broken. Do you accept this oath?” I paused letting the weight of the words sink in.

Once she signed this document, she was committing a felony. She thought of her empty bank account, of Mr. Patel's eviction notice, of her dreams of writing without financial pressure. She thought of Jane, sitting on a beach somewhere, laughing at how easily her plan had come together. "Miss McCormick?" the judge prompted. Lyra took the pen. For a split second, her hand trembled. She caught Ryker watching her, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. Forcing her hand to steady, she signed Jane's name with the practiced flourish she'd perfected.

“We can guarantee your safety and that we will work with the other packs in our alliance to get your mates and pups back.” Hope is blooming in Keegan and I don’t have to work so hard to keep his emotions in check. I let out a deep breath, my body relaxing slightly. “I give you my word, as the Alpha of the Diana Pack, that my warriors and I will do everything we can to get your families back within the week. I swear this on the moon that lights our world and on the Goddess who gives us life.” This is the most solemn oath that a wolf can make. One that can leave you and your pack desolate and destitute if you break it. This is not an oath to be taken lightly and Keegan and his pack know

"If you don't swear a blood oath in front of me, I'll leave you in the secret realm." Mitchell fumed, seeing how Chase was going against him. "You—" "Mitchell, just take the oath," Kingston, who had a good relationship with Mitchell, urged from the side. Ultimately, Mitchell reluctantly complied. He forced out a drop of blood from his heart, held it in his palm, and raised it above his head. "I, Mitchell Brennan, swear that after leaving the secret realm, I won't reveal anything that happened here. If I break this oath, may I die a miserable death!