Black Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

The pack gathered for the Lantern Walk, every soul clutching a paper lantern inscribed with a hope or remembrance. Torin began by lighting his lantern, inscribed with the name of a friend lost in the first siege. One by one, lanterns glowed to life. Ezra’s bore the single word choice. Alara’s read unity. Damien’s lantern sported a shaky heart drawn by Seren’s youngest apprentice, prompting Damien’s soft chuckle. Lucas proudly displayed an illustrated sword and spoon, earning head shakes all around. Seren’s lantern read healing; Eamon’s knowledge; Cassian’s legacy; and little Elira’s lantern, carried by Ezra, simply bore a handprint pressed in safe dye.

Alexander lit it from her amber lantern. The flame flickered silver blue on the water’s surface. Isabelle raised her arms, reciting the injunction they had transcribed together: “By water’s truth and flame’s release, We pledge our bond in love and peace. Ember reborn by heart’s free will in unity, our covenant fulfill.”

“Survival isn’t the right word. I endured it. The Hollowborn were made from what the flames couldn’t cleanse.” Malachai’s expression was unreadable. “That makes you older than all of us.” “Older,” Kael said. “But not immune.” Lyra folded her hands. “You want a pact.” “A mutual one,” Kael replied. “Your mark is the center of the Oath. If it unravels, so does everything tied to it — every wolf, every realm. We offer strength. You offer blood.” Cassian scoffed. “Sounds romantic. Also suicidal.”

“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.”

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.”