Black Lantern Oath Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

I looked at her. “But I’m not your enemy. I’m your Luna. And I will spend every day proving I deserve that title.” Harrison studied us both. “The challenge is noted. Luna Thorne has responded appropriately. Does anyone else wish to challenge Luna?” More silence. “Then we proceed with the oath.” Harrison opened the ancient book. “Sage Thorne, please recite the Luna oath.” I turned to face the crowd, Kael at my side. This was it. I spoke clearly, projecting my voice as Eleanor had taught me:

“…that from this night forward, my loyalty belongs to SilverShade Pack.” The torches crackled in the silence. “I swear to protect this pack, serve this pack, and never betray it.” The crowd watched her like hawks. “If I break this oath…” She paused only for a breath. “…I accept death as my punishment.” The square fell silent. Elder Markus began speaking, reciting the ancient words of the Luna oath. His voice echoed through the square. “From this day forth, before the full moon and the witnesses of SilverShade…”

The Lantern Chain Procession had slowed into the Betrothal Lantern Rite — an ancient Beta courtship tradition woven into the solstice for generations. In the open snowfield at the end of the procession, participants formed smaller circles. Each Beta suitor lit a special lantern with a personal vow of gentle protection, patience, and honest love, then offered it to the woman he courted. The lanterns were released together, their silver threads linking destinies in a soft, respectful bond — unlike the raw, dominant claims of Alpha pacts.

If war erupted before the eclipse, the prophecy’s shadow might fall early, and nothing would hold back the Hollow’s echo. Maxim stepped forward. “Name the oath.” The emissary’s voice carried like a blade drawn from its sheath. “You will swear by fang and flame that the Vale shall remain free of conquest, that moon-silver will be mined only for the good of all packs, and that your life will stand as guarantee. Should you betray this, your blood will return to the earth that bore it.” Gasps rustled through the chamber. A vow older than crowns, older even than the Hollow’s rise. To swear it was to surrender every claim of dominion, to become servant to the Vale itself.

“But if they do… no one will know they ever existed.” They met in the crypt hall to finalize the oath, a ritual older than any paper contract. Each Specter swore on a drop of blood and a whisper of silence. Bianca stood beneath the serpent crest, the torches flickering shadows across her face. As the last oath was taken, a faint tremor ran through the stone beneath their feet. Lucia paused. “Did you feel that?” Matteo’s gaze snapped to Bianca. She didn’t answer, only turned toward the sealed archway, where the carvings seemed to shimmer faintly in the light.

He knelt before the stone altar and made a solemn oath to the sacred relic that symbolized the pack's highest faith. "I, Derek Blackwood, as Alpha of this pack, with the departed spirit of Grand Elder Fenrir as my witness, swear I will never seek out Katherine Vance again or disturb her life. If I break this oath, I willingly accept the Moon Goddess' harshest punishment. I'll lose my Alpha power and die alone." As the oath left his lips, the moonstone glowed faintly, as if witnessing this solemn promise. After making the vow, Derek became a different person.

At its center, a round obsidian stone reflected the evening light calmly, as if awaiting the blood and oaths that would be placed upon it. The pack members stood in a circle, dressed in midnight blue ceremonial robes. A soft chant in an ancient language echoed from the mouths of the elders carrying leaf-shaped lanterns, glowing with small silver flames symbolizing blessing and hope. Among them, Alpha Aric stood tall, waiting for me with a gaze full of trust.

“If it helps us find out who we can trust, I’ll do it.” Luka didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t argue further. “There’s another way to ensure secrecy,” Luka said suddenly, his voice colder than before. “An oath.” I turned to him. “What kind of oath?” Luka’s gaze darkened. “A blood-binding oath, made in the presence of the town’s witch.” A chill ran down my spine. “A witch?” Keiran sighed, rubbing his temples. “Luka, you know she hates rogues.”