Trials And Tribulations Of The Oathkeeper นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He looked wholly convinced that Ameera had hired someone to harm Josette. Meanwhile, Ameera collapsed to the ground and convulsed from the pain. She glared at the faces of the couple on the screen and felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her body all over again. The blood would not stop flowing. Marlow, the man who once trusted her, was accusing her of a crime she did not commit just to defend Josette. He even wanted to have her punished. Feelings changed. Everything else changed after that. She smiled bitterly until she cried. 'Marlow, would you regret everything if you ever found out about the truth one day?'

He flinches as I come close and my heart aches at his fear, who would have thought he was easier to work within when he was fighting during his treatment than he is right now after a solid 4 days of healing sleep. “Maverick,” I keep my tone light and assuring. Even after explaining to him it will no longer hurt him, he is still hesitant and I understand now just how much the oath was tormenting him. The very sight of me seems to cause him pain and confusion. The fucking oath’s attempt to ruin us is still so damn raw. “Y-you’re sure?” He asks, swallowing roughly and licking his lips “I’m positive.” I nod. “The oath is gone,” “How can you be so sure? I don’t understand,” he mutters, looking ar

His name was almost forgotten by time: Elias Carrow, the last Oathkeeper. He turned, slowly, the movement strained, but his eyes gleamed with eerie clarity. “You came.” “No more riddles,” Damon said, stepping forward. “This ends tonight.” Juliette’s voice didn’t waver. “You’re the one who started this. The oath. The deaths. The disappearances. You hid behind old laws and forced generations to bleed for your balance.” Carrow nodded with a ghost of a smile. “Balance requires order. Your families defied it. The oath corrected what pride destroyed.”

I kept my head high, though my legs trembled beneath me. “I accept.” My voice carried, steadier than I felt. The trial began. Three challenges, the elder declared. Each designed to strip away falsehoods and expose what lay hidden. The first: The Oath of the Bond. I was to call upon the mate bond in front of the kingdom. If it was real, it would manifest undeniably. If it was not… silence. The crowd hushed. The air stilled. Marcus’s hand brushed mine, a silent promise. His eyes furious, desperate, pleading locked onto me.

"Now it is, then. Let me get my mother." Alice made herself comfortable, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge. A few minutes later, Alanna entered with a ceremonial blade, a cup, and a warm smile. "Hey, Mom," Trevor greeted, giving her a side hug. "Alice, it will be so nice to have you as part of the pack," Alanna said. "It’ll be an honor," Alice replied. "Let’s begin." Trevor and Alice stood, facing each other. Alanna stood between them and began reciting the ancient oath of loyalty and protection to the pack. Alice repeated the words, swearing to do no harm, to defend the pack, and to be faithful to her new home.

We couldn’t kill the man yet; we needed information. James spoke again, voice brooking no argument. “Listen carefully. You’re not leaving until you talk. No one’s coming to rescue you.” The hunter lowered his eyes for a heartbeat, as if weighing his options. Then he leaned back in the chair, defiant. “I don’t break oaths.” The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the drip of a distant pipe. I crouched to meet his gaze. “That oath will cost you your life.” “Life is a small price,” he rasped. “Your kind’s blood is worth it.”

He carried Gina past me without a moment's hesitation. I stood alone in the corridor, leaning against the wall and watching their retreating figures as tears streamed down my face. My back throbbed with pain, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. I wiped away my tears and smiled bitterly at myself. I had come to the hospital today to confirm my pregnancy and tell Sebastian the news, but I did not want to say anything anymore. This was his third betrayal, and it would be his last. I did not want to hear his explanations anymore, and I did not want to forgive him again.

The scent coming from his bowl is brighter, smelling of citrus peel that's burned in honey, and his touch is much slower than Nyall’s. “What do these mean?” I ask, because I feel like have to speak and say anything at all or I will do something reckless, like lean forward and place my lips his. “It means witness....” He dots the center of my lower lip with a careful thumb. "... And oathbreaker.” I blink, feeling confused. “Oathbreaker?” “I'm not saying that you are,” he murmurs. “I'm saying that I am. I take too many oaths to control myself around you.”

Lucas POV I was seventeen when I made the oath and I thought I was doing the right thing. That was the part I kept returning to as I sat in the archive room in the early hours of the morning with the family records spread across the table in front of me. Not the oath itself, not the silver bowl, not the five stone-faced elders watching me press my palm down and bleed into the thing. The fact that I had walked into that assembly room believing I was being responsible. That I was the kind of person who prepared for difficult outcomes so that others wouldn't have to.

Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Rowan immediately groaned. Then: "Oh great." Then: "Him." The Keeper smiled. Then: "You wound me." Then he looked toward Thomas. Then toward the group. Then: "Congratulations." Silence. Then: "You've reached the heart of the second trial." Eryx narrowed his eyes. Then: "What now?" The Keeper's smile widened. Then: "Now comes the sacrifice." The words hit like ice. Immediately. Then Ava stepped forward.