{"id":261757,"date":"2026-07-13T18:34:20","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:34:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/grail-blood-oath-robby-jed-raines\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T18:34:20","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:34:20","slug":"grail-blood-oath-robby-jed-raines","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/grail-blood-oath-robby-jed-raines\/","title":{"rendered":"GRAIL Blood Oath – Robby Jed Raines"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Much shall be asked of thee before this tale is done.\u201d The throne room emptied with silent efficiency. Knights bowed and withdrew until the great doors boomed shut, leaving only the three of them \u2014Arthur upon his seat, Gideon and Davidson standing before him. The fire in the braziers guttered low, casting long shadows that seemed to lean in, listening.<\/p>\n

Arthur leaned forward, his crown catching the light. His voice shed the public grandeur, now intimate, carrying the weight of command given in trust. \u201cWell then, Ramsay. We are past pleasantries. Ye\u2019ve not crossed the veil to share old tales. Speak plain. Why are ye here?\u201d Gideon straightened, his tone direct but respectful. \u201cBecause the shadows stir again, Majesty. The Society moves their pieces in secret. Aye, they\u2019ve bent creatures tae their will\u2014wolves, vampires.<\/p>\n

Worse, there\u2019s rumor they hunt for that which should never be found.\u201d Arthur\u2019s eyes narrowed, the fire catching in them. \u201cExcalibur.\u201d Davidson shifted slightly but held his silence. Gideon gave a single nod. \u201cAye,\u201d Gideon continued. \u201cAnd Avalon herself whispered tae us\u2014 through their moves, through blood spilt in the Highlands. They seek the sword, Majesty.<\/p>\n

They believe it will grant dominion over men and monsters alike.\u201d Arthur\u2019s jaw tightened, his hands curling around the carved arms of the throne. \u201cThey know not what they grasp for. Excalibur was forged not for dominion, but for service. To bear it without that purpose is to court ruin.\u201d<\/p>\n

Davidson spoke up, his voice crisp, the soldier in him reporting as if to a superior. \u201cOur intel is thin, Sire,\u201d he said. \u201cOne lead points to the Egyptian goddess\u2014Khas-Khem Seteta\u2014but the scent doesn\u2019t sit right. Becker\u2014our newest\u2014believes another hand is guiding it. Merlin agrees the trail bends.\u201d Arthur\u2019s gaze softened briefly at Davidson\u2019s candor. \u201cThen ye trust yer instincts, Sir Galahad.<\/p>\n

They have not failed thee before.\u201d Gideon stepped closer, his voice lower, as if confiding. \u201cMajesty, if they find the blade\u2014if Seteta or some other lay claim tae it \u2014\u201d He let the thought hang, unspoken but heavy. Arthur rose slowly, the chamber bending to his presence. He descended the steps with a measured grace that belied the centuries. Placing a hand upon Gideon\u2019s shoulder, he looked him full in the face.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen, my old friend, it is time the sword\u2019s true guardians awake once more. And if the world must be reminded of Avalon\u2019s oath\u2014so be it.\u201d The words lingered like a vow, iron and eternal. Arthur\u2019s gaze sharpened, thoughtful. \u201cTell me, Ramsay\u2014this Becker ye spoke of. Is he of the Centurion\u2019s blood?\u201d For a moment, silence pressed between them. Gideon drew a slow breath, weighing his words. \u201cAye, Majesty,\u201d Gideon replied. \u201cHe carries the mark, though not in the way others of the line have.<\/p>\n

His change came by fang, not by the ancient blessing.<\/p>\n

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All rights reserved. Any resemblance to persons, places living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. OceanofPDF.com Special Thanks To The Wolfpack Readers D.A. Roberts Kerry \u201cPocket Doc\u201d Davis Tiffany Orcena Ryan Glenn Rodney Gregory Robert \u201cSentinel\u201d Miller Greg Howse OceanofPDF.com TABLE OF CONTENTS PROLOGUE CHAPTER ONE: WELCOME TO THE FOG CHAPTER TWO: THE LINE ETERNAL CHAPTER THRE: BAPTISM OF STEEL CHAPTER FOUR: THE HOUND AND HIS MASTER CHAPTER FIVE: SHADOWS ON THE ROUND TABLE CHAPTER SIX: THE WOLF UNLEASHED CHAPTER SEVEN: CHAINS OF THE DAMNED CHAPTER EIGHT: THE WOLF REVEALED CHAPTER NINE: SANCTUARY OF STEEL CHAPTER TEN: VEIL OF SHADOWS CHAPTER ELEVEN THE BEASTMASTER\u2019S SNARE CHAPTER TWELVE: THE DEVIL\u2019S MARK CHAPTER THIRTEEN: INTO THE MAW CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE EDGE OF FOREVER CHAPTER FIFTEEN: COUSEL OF THE WOLF CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE SWORD IN THE SHADOWS CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE BURDEN AND THE BOND CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE LION\u2019S LEGACY CHAPTER NINETEEN: LEGIONS OF THE NIGHT CHAPTER TWENTY: BLADES OF AVALON CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: DESTINY\u2019S EDGE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: THE LONG VIGIL EPILOGUE AUTHOR BIO OceanofPDF.com Prologue Rick walked along Main Street in his hometown of Pickens, South Carolina.<\/p>\n

The quiet storefronts, the familiar brick sidewalks, all of it felt both comforting and strange after everything that had happened these last months. He was lost in thought when a sign caught his eye: The Down Low. The lettering was vintage, styled after a Prohibition-era speakeasy. A crooked grin tugged at his lips. I could use a drink. He pushed open the door and descended a set of steps into the dimly lit entranceway. At the bottom stood a bookshelf pressed across the wall.<\/p>\n

Rick leaned closer, chuckled, and tugged on the handle disguised among the spines. The \u201cbooks\u201d swung inward, revealing the bar. \u201cThat\u2019s pretty clever,\u201d he muttered. The place was quiet, only a handful of patrons scattered at the tables. Rick slid onto a stool at the bar.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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