Black Lantern Oaths Novels & Stories

"Now do we have a deal or not?" "We have a deal." Garrett pulled out a ceremonial knife, its blade glowing with runes. "Blood oath. The old way. Unbreakable." One by one, we each cut our palms and let the blood drip into a ceremonial bowl. Garrett added his own blood, then began chanting in a language I didn't recognize. The air grew heavy. Oppressive. Power crashed over us in waves, sealing the oath into our very souls. When it was done, I felt the oath settle into place—a weight on my chest, a binding that couldn't be broken without severe consequences.

Rocco’s eyes find mine as he dances, and for a moment, it feels like it’s just the two of us, sharing a silent promise of what’s to come. When the dance ends, Rocco approaches the altar, the flames casting his shadow tall against the stones. He takes a ceremonial knife from Elder Harrick, and with a swift, practiced motion, he slices his palm, letting a few drops of blood fall onto the altar, mixing with the moonlight that bathes the sacred space. The Oath of Blood and Light, an ancient vow to protect, guide, and honor the pack under the goddess’s watchful eye. The air around us seems to hum with energy, the flames flaring once more as if in acknowledgment.

His shadow stretched long and monstrous behind him as he mounted his black wolf steed. He placed his hand on the hilt of his blade, whispering words not meant for anyone but the night. “I swear by blood, by moon, and by soul… I’ll bring her back. Even if I have to walk through death itself.” As he rode out, his wolves howled, their cries echoing across the forest — a symphony of grief and vengeance. The oath was sealed under the Blood Moon, and even the stars dared not shine against it. Behind him, Violet stood in the courtyard, clutching one of her books tight against her chest. “The Blood Moon’s Oath,” she whispered. “The last time one was made… an Alpha never returned.”

Our pact was a gamble with the highest of stakes-the future of our packs, the sanctity of our lands, the very fabric of our existence. "Then let us walk this path as one," I whispered, the words barely more than a breath, yet laden with the gravity of a sacred oath. "For the greater good, we shall rise or fall. Together." The room's atmosphere was thick with the gravity of our unspoken oaths when Eden stepped forward, breaking the silence. In his small, yet resolute grip, he held the scepter of convergence. The artifact's glow was a soft beacon in the dimness, a dance of light against the shadows that played upon the walls.

“She’s not an ordinary wolf!” Marcus spun to look at her, his dark eyes flashing with incredulity. “What the hell are you talking about?” His voice was edged with disbelief, fear, and a mounting protectiveness that tightened his chest. The healer took a deep breath, steadying herself. “The lantern of life…” she began carefully, her tone measured but heavy with weight. “It symbolizes the very life of a wolf. Only wolves of Royal blood carry it. Its glow reflects the essence of their vitality. If the light of the lantern dies, it means the owner of that lantern has died. And if it flickers… if it is unstable… it means the wolf is fighting for her or his life.”

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."

I was really experiencing conflicting emotions, yet I was still looking forward to today. My Luna and I arrived at the summit of a mountain at my clan, and seeing her there made me incredibly pleased, even though I knew she would eventually become mine. I was walking towards her when I suddenly felt a piercing ache and realized that a sword had cut through me. We both looked at each other before I clung to the ground and cried, wondering " why was this happening?”

in the future. She also doubted Omon would have any of that Olgsburg rum. It seemed nice. Wait. Her mind flickered and she turned to look at their bedroom. She hurried inside, grabbing Jude's bottle of rum once again and reading its label. “Olsburg, Made in Barbados.” This was human made grum. Lena frowned, disappointed to know that her mate had been off to the human societies without her. It was something she always wanted to do, he knew that and yet. Perhaps there truly was no way she could change him. She wondered if the moon goddess ever made mistakes with allocation of mates.

The clinking sound of glasses resonated through the living room as David and his friends gathered around a large wooden table adorned with bottles of various spirits. The air was thick with the rich scent of aged whiskey, the subtle sweetness of brandy, and the earthy essence of red wines. "This is to David finally moving on from Melissa. Cheers!" Eric raised a toast and the five men cheered. They were Eric, Kevin, Thomas, Brandon, and the host, David. "You're absolutely right. It's time to forget about that deceitful woman. That cheat," Kevin interjected.

But here, tonight, under the rising moon, I felt a bond stronger than blood, stronger than fire, stronger than war. Rafe and I wolf and human, alpha and lone wolf stood together in the ruins, unbroken. And I finally allowed myself to believe that nothing, not even the distant threat of war, could undo what we had forged in blood, pain, and heartache. The moon rose higher, silver and commanding, witness to our oath. Our survival. Our bond. Our choice.