Black Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

Then at Damon. "I'll do it," I said. Kael grabbed my arm. "Lily—" "I'll do it. If it means keeping everyone safe, I'll do it." Kael's jaw tightened. But he nodded. "Fine. But I'm doing it with you." --- The ceremony was short. Thorne stood before us, holding a silver blade. He cut my palm, then Kael's. Our blood mixed in a bowl, glowing faintly. "Repeat after me," Thorne said. "I vow to never use my power to harm Silvermoon or its allies. I vow to protect this pack as if it were my own. If I break this vow, may my blood turn to ash and my name be forgotten."

Each oath tied a thin strand of light to the Stone. Each generation added their own. Some kept their word. Some wove loopholes. Luna saw one group in particular. Robes pale. Eyes bright with fanatic fire. Holy Clan. They gathered around a lesser fragment of the Stone in some distant, sterile hall, hands raised, chanting. Their version of the old pact twisted. “Open for us,” their song said. “For *our* blood. For the rightful heirs of the gate. We will purify this world by fire from beyond.”

Massive stone pillars surrounded it, etched with markings that hummed with unseen power. Eve stepped forward, her heart hammering. The red-eyed woman produced a dagger, its blade glistening unnaturally. “The Blood Oath requires sacrifice,” she said. “Once you do this, there is no turning back.” Luca grabbed Eve’s wrist. “You don’t have to do this.” Eve met his gaze, seeing the fear behind his anger. “I do.” She took the dagger, pressing the blade to her palm. A sharp sting, then warm blood dripped onto the altar.

CHAPTER 10 Nova Sterling Point Of View “Stop fighting, or I'll break your other wrist!” The guard twists my hand as the mouth padlock on Kieran's jaw closes. His golden eyes - usually sweet like sunshine - now burn wild like a trapped animal. Then, the priest steps forward, raising his hands to the moonlit sky. “Now we speak the oath, by the bond of the soul, the blood of the old, and the law of the moon.” He declares in a deep and steady voice.

Many years have been put into my plan and no part of it must fail. When I reach the Fountain of Promises, Aleksander and I bow to each other respectfully. He takes the ceremonial blade and holds it out to me. "Alessio Callum Scarfoni, do you swear your life and allegiance to our cause?" Aleksander keeps his gaze fixed on me as if he's trying to see into my mind. "I do." I raise my right hand and pledge. "Then please take the oath." "Luramentum est vita nostra et mors nostra," I say in Latin, which translates to: The oath is our life and our death.

The water grew dark; it was no longer water but crimson-streaked, glowing unnaturally in the firelight. It was a solemn binding rite. I could smell it in the air—how the energy of the pack shifted as I seemed to hear those vows threading into the heart of Nightshade. And through it all, Lucien never faltered. His eyes bored into each of them, never cruel. When the last oath was spoken, and the final drop of blood fell into the bowl, Orrin lifted it and carried it back to Lucien. Lucien held it before the gathered wolves. "This is our covenant. By oath and blood, they are part of Nightshade. Any who deny it, deny me."

Students backed away as I approached, eyes wide, whispers sharp. Elias’s smirk widened. “Here he is. The beast himself.” My fists clenched at my sides. “Say it again.” His eyes gleamed. “She’s not worthy. You’re not worthy. You’re blinded by an omega’s scent, and it’s going to destroy you.” My wolf snarled. My chest burned. The crowd waited, breathless, phones lifted. And then I spoke. “Blood Oath.” Gasps exploded around us. The words were old. Ancient. A vow written in the bones of wolves. Not spoken for decades.

“No. Let him hear it.” Lyra’s voice grew louder, carrying across the gathered pack. “When the Sundering came, when fire split the world, who stood unbroken? Not the elves, who betrayed their own. Not the vampires, who fed on the ashes. It was the wolves who endured. Our blood carried the oath to watch, to wait, to guard against fire’s return.” Kaelen stiffened. Her eyes gleamed, hungry and sharp. “So when I see you, fire-born, I do not see an exile. I see the breaking of that oath. I see a curse wrapped in flesh.”

The guide. The ritual began at dusk. The altar glowed. The ley lines surged. The trees bent low. Luna stepped into the center, her mark blazing. Aria held the child close. And the Grove held its breath. Kaelion recited the ancient words, his voice steady. “Flamekeeper, rise. Flamekeeper, burn. Flamekeeper, bind.” Luna repeated them, her voice echoing. “I rise. I burn. I bind.” The flame surged. The oath sealed.

She was silver-white and ancient and exactly what the bloodline had been waiting to produce. I watched her and felt the warmth of her in my chest and understood, again, what the founding charter had said. She hadn't been late. She had been waiting for the moment that was ready for her. This was it. After a moment, both wolves settled back. The acknowledgment was done. Dane looked at us. "The oath is simple," he said. "It says what it means. No embellishment needed." He held out his right hand toward me. I placed my right hand over his, palm up. He drew the ceremonial blade across my palm, shallow and clean, and I didn't flinch. Then Xavier's hand, the same. The bowl caught what it was suppos