Blue Lantern Oaths Novels & Stories

It was as if an unspoken covenant had woven its threads through their souls, binding them in unwavering allegiance to the Lunari cause, compelling them to enact her every decree. The hooded figures, shrouded in mystery, moved with an eerie precision. They orchestrated the Baron's elder brother to kneel, an act of submission, his head inclined in humble obeisance before their leader. Behind her, Bleu loomed, an indomitable presence, his unwavering stance a testament to his dedication. He was more than a mere sentinel; he was a guardian, ensuring that the path she chose was one she would walk without hindrance, regardless of the toll it may exact.

I recited a note I had made in my phone. “Claudis Ventrel plans to unbind my full powers. In exchange, we made a blood oath that the Blue Stone pack will not be harmed and will also be under their protection, meaning not only will no one be harmed by anyone from their coven, aid will even be provided if needed.” I had twisted the arrangement a little since I had to leave out the part about my commitment to them, but basically that was the truth. I heard more gasps around the table. I thought everyone had already knew about all this. What was the big deal?

“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.

"The boy said 'if not for the goddess and the night's blue, we would've cleansed you from the face of Ayla." Bilvion frowned. "I hear nothing that tells of the Night's blue's relationship to a god." "Context, my lord." Levlin waved a dismissive hand. "Context." "Ok, then," Bilvion decided with a wave of his hand, dismissing the notion. "Do you think it is possible to identify this night's blue amongst my ranks?" Levlin observed him through guarded eyes but spoke, nonetheless. "Do any of those under your command wear the color?"

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.

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.”

“I swear my love and fealty to the kingdom of Felan. May this blade of silver pierce my heart if I break my oath for any reason.” They get up, cut their palms, and bleed into the box. None of the oaths is rejected. “Next,” I say. It takes almost two hours to complete all the oaths. The air is thick with cloying smell of blood and scorched hair. My throat is dry and scratchy by the time I close the box and put it aside, but I’m not done. “Did Gamma Carl explain your mission to you?”

Or perhaps it was the previous unsettled grudge between them that was nagging her conscience, he thought. He was about to push through the crowd and walk to her to apologize for handling her ferociously when Odalo stormed into the hut. "Brothers and fellow offspring of our progenitors, good news comes apace. As it seems, the Blue-eyed are soon cutting off their tentacles from our land." "Wow! Really? That's good news! How? What's going on? Goodness! What have they done?" several voices asked at once.

' I ask Bruno. He smiles a weird wolfy smile. 'Because you are a Gray wolf, you have a glowing aura surrounding you and it is baby blue. It is something none of us have ever seen before. But your coloring and your visible aura mean something. I just can't remember what it is.' I smiled to myself. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.