Black Lantern Oaths Novels & Stories

Peace. "And I, Artemis White, receive you—blade, oath, soul. Let no contract break, no shadow stray, no death steal this vow from either heart. You are mine, and I am yours. Until blood calls blood." I said, marking the end of this official oath. That tangible strand of black energy that handcuffed us together appeared once more and then disappeared after a mere four seconds.

Maerin unlocked vein parting blade Jenkins netting silent Sofia tattoos nets bound stride. "Clean secure retreat," Jenkins hex humming. Inside throne entities spectral shards voluntary chained echoes feeding subtle shadows lovers. Emerged united flames glowing arcs. "Exposed," countered inferno surging pressure pinning mid eyes shock. Arcs lashed binding. "Yield amplify voluntary devours shards call starves." Snarled whispers. "Fools tempt eternal feast!" Flanked Voss sealing thump flames. "Burns twists!" Lira shattering. "Unveils lies!" Thorne breach claws. "Claim rot!" Securing potions tempt bay.

Gali’s golden eyes flare with lethal, murderous rage as he breaks the wax seal and unrolls the heavy parchment! "Read it aloud," Gali growls, his voice vibrating with absolute fury. Leori’s voice quivers as he reads the ancient text written upon the scroll: [By order of the High Clan Elders, Prince Malek Thorncrest shall recite the Ancient Oath of the Shadow-Wolf before the assembled leaders. The oath requires the speaker to channel their active wolf-spirit into the sacred blood-crystal to ignite the ancestral flame. If the speaker's wolf-core fails to ignite the crystal, the speaker shall be branded a fake, stripped of royal lineage, and banished to the outer wasteland forever.]

The flickering candlelight cast soft shadows on the walls, creating an almost ethereal ambiance that heightened the significance of the occasion. “Today, we gather to witness the oath of our new Luna,” the priest announced, his voice resonating through the hall. “Isla, daughter of the Lockwood legacy, will take her place as the leader of our pack, standing alongside her mate, Liam.” Isla took a deep breath, her heart swelling with pride and determination. This was the moment she had been preparing for, yet it felt surreal. The weight of her responsibilities loomed large, but she was ready to embrace them. The priest began to read verses from the holy book, his voice steady and melodic. The w

“By ash and ember, by scale and bone, by the watch kept over the fractured line, I bind myself in the sight of the moon. I will stand between flame and flesh, I will guard the tolling bell until the day I am undone. No hunter’s blade, no wolf’s treachery, no god’s hunger shall touch what I protect. As long as I breathe, I shall keep the charge.” Raven felt something shift like a seal cracking inside the valley as the air thrummed. When Malrik opened his eyes, they shone with molten resolve. “There,” he said. “The oath is spoken.” Raven’s throat worked. He had pledged himself to her in words older than the wolves’ laws.

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.”

“Only choices.” Oathkeeper looks ill and relieved. “Then gods help you.” “We will,” Selene answers—and for once it isn’t a threat. I plant my blade and raise empty hands. “Blackthorn,” I call to wolves, strays, men who stood because standing is work; to priestesses who washed silver from their mouths and kept it out. “No more Ledger. No paper collars. If you promise, do it with your chest. If you fail, say so, and we’ll decide the cost. If you love, do it where we can see.”

“…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…”

She felt it in her bones: something heavier than weather. Ethan noticed, he leaned close, voice pitched for her ears alone. “You okay, Moonbean?” She nodded once, small fingers tightening around her cup of warm cider. “It’s close.” He didn’t ask what. He simply rested his hand on the back of her chair, a silent promise. The music swelled. An elder rose to begin the oath recitation. Three hundred voices joined in low, reverent unison, “We are Blood Moon. We are one heart, one fang, one future...”

Kael sliced his palm open, the wound deep and jagged. Blood spilled. It hit the snow with a hiss. Silver. Red. Threaded with flickers of white light. Magic. Saphira stepped forward, eyes wide. “Seren, the Lycan oath, it cannot be broken. If you die, he dies. If you betray him, his soul will shatter. If you fall, ” “I know what it means,” Seren said, her voice iron-soft. Kael held out the blade. Seren took it.