Blue Lantern Oaths Novels & Stories

"I've had enough of people who just follow orders without thinking." *Then we have terms.* The Shadow Wolf pulled back slightly, and suddenly all fifty of the massive creatures rose as one, their synchronized movement eerily beautiful. *Aria Lane, human heir of the Nightshade line, we offer you the Oath of Shadow and Bone. We will walk your path, fight your battles, stand as your shield against darkness. In exchange, you will treat us as equals, not servants. Partners, not tools. And you will carry the responsibility that comes with our loyalty, knowing that our deaths will be on your conscience just as the deaths of your people are.*

She only nods her head. “Blood Oath is an Oath of the Noble Members to their Leader. It is a Pledge of Loyalty. A person who took the oath and rebelled against the Leader will be killed mercilessly and brutally.” Her face was full of amusement, as Leon explained. “That means all of your pledges with your life?” She asked, and Leon nodded. “Didn’t you take that oath when you became a member of the Second Rank Nobles? Didn’t you pledge to Lady Amber, your Head Noble Leader?” He asked, full of confusion. Oriana smiled.

If Kael felt like steady heat, this man felt like lightning waiting to strike. He leaned against one of the porch posts, arms crossed, dark hair pulled back loosely at his neck. His eyes were lighter than Kael’s — amber with flecks of green — and far less guarded. “Let me guess,” she said. “Also a werewolf. Also weirdly intense.” His grin was quick and sharp. “Ronan. Second-in-command. And I prefer ‘charmingly intense.’” She huffed a small laugh before she could stop herself. “Lena. Newly traumatized.”

She was the person I wanted to share this happiness with right now. Once the cheers toned down it was time to make the final oath. I placed my right hand on my left breast and recited the oath. " I, Blake Grayson, accept to be the Alpha of the Blue Moon pack. I swear to protect my pack. I swear to lead them to greatness without showing any fear. I swear to never back down from any challenge and I swear to always put the pack first." They howled again in cheers.

I said faking miserably which made everyone chuckle and nod in agreement. “Put your right hand over your heart and repeat after me and insert your own name where I say mine, okay?” They nodded in understanding and I began speaking, “I Allison Trust Wells vow to honour and protect the Blue Moon Pack and its members with dignity and loyalty. I promise to respect and serve my pack, its traditions and property to the best of my ability. Fidem sicut Luna noctis, umbram secutus. (Loyalty like the moon to the night, follower of the shadow)” I felt their link forming within me as they said the oath and watched as smiles formed on their faces.

“Wait. What did you just say?” Rhea’s voice was hollow. “Silvervein hit everyone who ever carried Blue Moon blood in their veins—even the trace amounts from old treaties. Aziel’s grandmother was Blue Moon nobility. He was the first to fall. Then the rest. Thirty-two bodies. All breathing. None waking.” Kaelin let out a broken laugh that sounded more like a sob. “So we rode through hell… for nothing.” Serna dropped beside Lyra, cradled her head in shaking hands. “No. No, there has to be something. A ritual, a counter-curse, a fucking miracle—”

"You finally understand. It is impossible to kill nothing." Aion closed his eyes. "Then we must remind it why something exists." The Creator nodded. "Exactly." The Twin Blades suddenly rose into the air. The silver and golden light wrapped around Kael and Rhydian, lifting them from the ground. Ancient symbols appeared beneath their feet. The Final Oath had begun. The Creator looked into their eyes. "Your hearts have already made their choice. Now your souls must do the same." Kael reached for Rhydian's hand. Their fingers locked together. "I won't let go."

“This marriage unites the Blue Sapphire Pack with the Moonstone bloodline. Together, we will stand against the tide of war. Without this union, we would be crushed. With it, we will endure.” Murmurs rippled through the gathered nobles, the generals, the priests. Some nodded, grim-faced, knowing it was true: without the Moonstone armies, the Blue Sapphire Pack would fall in days. Others glanced at Raphael with unease, seeing the strain in his eyes, the stiff set of his shoulders, the way his hands trembled as if fighting invisible chains. But none dared speak. The priest stepped forward, carrying the ceremonial chains of silver. They gleamed in the torchlight, symbols of binding, symbols of u