Black Lantern Oaths Novels & Stories

They stood at the window and the kingdom below was its pre-dawn self — the quietest version, the one that belonged only to early risers and insomniacs and people who had things to think about that the daytime didn't have room for. "The bracelet burned last night," Aldric said. "While I was reading Vesran's documents. The ones about Maren's trail." Dravon looked at him. "Not just warm. It burned. Like — contact with something it recognised as a threat." He paused. "I don't know if that's what it was. I'm describing it as accurately as I can."

The glow fades, leaving Meredith standing alone on the stage. Taking a moment to steady herself, Meredith speaks once more. “The alphas, lunas, and lunes before you will guide this pack as one. Swearing fealty to one means fealty to all, binding you as brothers and sisters. Come, take your oaths. Let us spend this final night together before we part ways. But know this—we are one. One pack. One family. One brotherhood under our Goddess.” The oath-taking begins.

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

Each of them bore a faint mark on their wrists — the anchor runes Silas had inked into their skin with ash and salt. “Positions,” Silas murmured. His voice was calm but low. “North, south, east, west. Don’t break the circle until I signal.” Mara adjusted her bow and nodded, peeling off toward the eastern pillar. Caleb went south, knife sheathed under his cloak. Lyra strode to the north, blade reversed, expression blank. Silas remained with Ava for a moment, looking at her with something almost like regret. “Remember,” he said. “Let them start the oath. You don’t speak until the third question.”

A cold wind pierced him, carrying Evelyn’s whisper — distant, faint, but never gone: “Remember our oath… beneath the crimson moon…” The final light died. Valenfort sank into night — beginning a new chapter of blood, oaths, and darkness.

“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.”

“What’s next?” “Now we move beyond the bows and gestures,” she said. “The Luna oaths. These are sacred words, a pledge not only to the Alpha but to the land, to the pack.” Her tone grew solemn, the candlelight casting shadows that seemed to deepen the significance of her words. “Once spoken, these oaths are binding. They’re more than promises; they’re soul-deep commitments.” I listened, allowing her words to settle over me like a cloak. The weight of the Luna’s role went beyond ceremony, it was a vow to guide, to nurture and to be a pillar of strength for the pack, even against Ava’s ambitions.

Meanwhile, Lucas didn't even bother to say hello, instead hiding behind Clara as if watching a show. I smiled generously and replied, "Sorry, this is a custom piece from Saint Laurent. It's not surprising that you've never seen it before." Laughter bubbled around us, and Clara's face soon turned red. She was about to retort when Ethan stepped forward and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ethan Hurrix." Ethan's last name seemed to catch Liam off guard. He hesitated but forced a handshake. "Liam Waltz." Ethan stood half a head taller, his presence clearly overpowering Liam. Combined with his prestigious surname, Liam's unease and irritation grew.

I wondered how much they had practised this. Leone smiled, looking genuinely pleased. "Then we shall proceed with the ceremonial marking and oath-taking." He gestured to someone off to the side. A priest stepped forward carrying a large bowl. Even from this distance, I could see the dark liquid inside. Blood. Animal blood based on the scent. "Kneel," Leone commanded. The twenty Lycans dropped to their knees immediately. "Repeat after me. I swear on the moon goddess and all that is sacred." "I swear on the moon goddess and all that is sacred."

I see recognition in the eyes of only two of them, but the rest looks confused. “Eli was here to capture me so that he could hand me over to the hunters.” Then I see the fear in all of their eyes. I didn’t think he told them that part. “Eli has made a deal with the hunters, but it was only for himself. They would never allow any of you to live.” I walk two steps and then look at them again. “Since I’ve defeated your alpha, it means you are now mine, but I will give you a choice. You can either swear loyalty to me, or you can die. Right here and right now.” Thanks to Silas’s teachings, I know a lot more about how things work.