Black Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

No one dared speak above a whisper: the moon-oath ceremony was older than any Alpha, and lying beneath its symbol was said to twist a wolf’s tongue to ash. Ophelia stood on the eastern arc, palms slick despite the chill. Maeve and Ash hovered just beyond the cordon of guards. On the western arc, Caroline appeared flanked by two retainers, her hair braided in austere coils, sable cloak hiding manacles. Beta Hawthorne stalked behind her, jaw set like quarried stone. Dylan stepped into the center. Moonlight still lingered, pale against the rising sun, enough to sanctify the vow. His voice carried without effort.

I asked. Dante’s hands moved with the ritualistic memory of an old reader. He produced a chalice, candle wax, and a dagger that had been used in blood pacts so many times the metal had a worn patience. “You ink your names. You cut your palms. The words are read aloud. The first to break the oath — by action or by curse — melts. If it is external, the signer dies. If it is mutual, both die. There are clauses for heirs, for succession, for erasure. It is absolute.” “And the cost?” I said. “You said there’s a way to make it less… savage.”

At the center rested a small, smooth orb of pure silver light, hovering just above the ground. Elena approached cautiously, her breath hitching. Rylan stiffened. "That appears perilous." "It feels… familiar." She extended her hand slowly— The orb abruptly shot upward, spinning and expanding into a sphere of light that filled the entire chamber. Rylan shielded her, yet the light did not scorch. It enveloped them like a cocoon. A gentle voice resonated once more. "To bind the oath, two hearts must unite as one. Alpha and Luna. Strength and spirit. Blood and moon."

"Nothing too troublesome. I require your mate’s assistance on a...delicate matter." Ryker’s fists clenched. "No." Lilith laughed, a husky, dangerous sound. "Your opinion matters little. If you refuse, the blood oath will consume you. Or have you forgotten?" Selene’s heart pounded. "What’s the oath?" Lilith’s smile was feline. "A promise, sealed in blood and magic. Ryker swore himself to me in exchange for his pack’s safety long ago. Break it, and his soul burns. Painfully."

Of course, she’d want to see me choke. I cleared my throat and recited the oath Nova had taught me. “I, Ophelia Hawthorne, undertake this oath of my own free will. With Hecate as my witness, I vow to put the coven first. It’s secrets are my secrets. It’s truth is my truth.” I lifted the chalice above my head, where the moonlight seemed to strengthen. “I give my body to the earth, my soul to the fire, my blood to the water, and my mind to the air. By the power of the divine, I name myself the sixth member of this coven. So mote it be.”

He trailed off, not wanting to mention Rowena's name. "I trust you," I said simply. "I always did. I just needed to hear it." From the shadows of a distant corner, neither of us noticed the pair of watchful eyes following our every move, every touch, every whispered word. Lyria cleared her throat, reminding us of her presence. "The oath is witnessed and cannot be undone," she said solemnly. "Ronan of Blackwood, understand fully what you have bound yourself to. If you break this vow—if you abandon Selene for another—your life is forfeit. The Moon Goddess herself will not intervene to save you from the fate you have chosen."

Even after I become approximately to be killed via way of means of a vampire—she made me maintain a dwelling. The awakening becomes imminent. Raven slowly stood up. As even though to reveal everybody's gift, he took off the bandage from his neck. Then solemnly, he whispered the phrases of an oath. "...Eli Eli lama saba-chthani. Your blood is my blood; my blood is your blood. Blood getting into the frame to slake my thirst; Yonder God of the heavens, unlock me from this cross; The time for atonement is set to arrive!"

“How can I work with someone whom I still believe killed my mom.” “And I believe your family has done plenty of killing too,” he replied evenly. “But tonight isn’t about old blood. It’s about staying alive.” My hands were still shaking from the fight. I set the gun down. “On one condition. We share everything we find. No secrets. The second we know who the Swan is, we go our separate ways.” Luciano nodded slowly. “Deal. But you stay here until it’s safe. No running off to your father half-cocked.”

I bent my head a little as he placed the necklace around me with the orb starting to glow. He smirked seeing the glow, “A sign you’re going to be a great King.” He smiled at me before moving away again. He went to the stand, lifting up the letter. “Repeat after me as you swear on this oath.” “I,” “I,” “Lucien Hales of the SHADOW MOON PACK,” “Lucien Hales of the SHADOW MOON PACK,” “Pledge,” “Pledge,” “To be faithful and to always put your subjects safety before yours,”

We walked in silence until we reached a circle of standing stones I hadn’t noticed before, half-swallowed by roots and time. “The old altar,” she said. She handed me a bone-handled dagger. I took it without question. “You will cut your palm,” she instructed. “Let your blood fall on the altar. And then speak the Oath.” “What oath?” She stared at me. “You’ll know.” I stepped into the circle. The stones pulsed faintly with blue light. I raised the blade to my palm and hesitated. Not from fear. From knowing. Because once this was done, there would be no going back.