Black Lantern Oaths Novels & Stories

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.

His voice echoed through the church, deep and commanding. "Under the witness of the Moon Goddess, we gather here to bind what fate has written in the stars. A blood oath, sealed by the sacred chalice, will determine the path forward.” I felt my heart pound against my ribs. Lucas stepped forward, his gaze locked with mine. “Do you, Ariana, swear to uphold the oath of the Moon? To accept the will of the Goddess, no matter the cost?” My breath hitched, but I managed to nod. “I do.”

“The payments are marked under Elder Moses’ seal.” The silence cracked like a whip. The Oath Around the fire, the Umbra Pack knelt one by one. Renly. Elara. Marrow. Even the hardened scouts and half-wild fighters. Blythe stepped forward, her voice low but fierce. “We do not kneel to thrones,” she said, “or crowns, or empty titles. We kneel to what we choose to protect.” One by one, they placed their hands over their hearts. Xavier came last, stepping into the circle.

As she opened the box, a soft light emanated from within, revealing a collection of scrolls and a pendant bearing the sigil of the first Alpha. Kael examined the scrolls, his brow furrowing. "These are records of the original oath—promises made to protect the realm from the darkness that once threatened to consume it." Luna held the pendant, feeling a surge of energy course through her. Images flashed before her eyes: battles fought, sacrifices made, and a lineage bound by duty and honor. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the chamber. From the shadows emerged a creature, its form shifting and writhing—a manifestation of the ancient darkness. Luna and Kael stood their ground, weapons drawn

The Watchers raised their hands. “Repeat after us,” they said in perfect unison. “I am the flame that does not falter.” Her voice was strong. “I am the flame that does not falter.” “I am the howl that will not be silenced.” “I am the howl that will not be silenced.” “I am the balance that walks between stars and shadows.” “I am the balance that walks between stars and shadows.” “I am the Oath, and the Oath is me.” “I am the Oath, and the Oath is me.”

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.

The bloodstains have been partly scrubbed away, yet their scent remains, like some sacred relic. “I swear,” I say, and my voice trembles but does not break. “I swear upon the blood we have shed, upon the child we must still fight for, and upon the Moon that watches over us. I will not rest until I bring my son back. Even from the heart of darkness itself.” Nyra kneels beside me, her hand upon mine, and together we speak the words as though one soul spoke through two bodies: “We swear.” The light around Lunathiel strengthens, as if the Moon itself were bending down to hear the oath. The hall’s walls echo our voices, and the runes etched in the stone begin to glow with a faint silver light.

No one dared speak above a whisper: the moon-oath ceremony was older than any Alpha, and lying beneath its symbol was said to twist a wolf’s tongue to ash. Ophelia stood on the eastern arc, palms slick despite the chill. Maeve and Ash hovered just beyond the cordon of guards. On the western arc, Caroline appeared flanked by two retainers, her hair braided in austere coils, sable cloak hiding manacles. Beta Hawthorne stalked behind her, jaw set like quarried stone. Dylan stepped into the center. Moonlight still lingered, pale against the rising sun, enough to sanctify the vow. His voice carried without effort.

We walked in silence until we reached a circle of standing stones I hadn’t noticed before, half-swallowed by roots and time. “The old altar,” she said. She handed me a bone-handled dagger. I took it without question. “You will cut your palm,” she instructed. “Let your blood fall on the altar. And then speak the Oath.” “What oath?” She stared at me. “You’ll know.” I stepped into the circle. The stones pulsed faintly with blue light. I raised the blade to my palm and hesitated. Not from fear. From knowing. Because once this was done, there would be no going back.