Blue Lantern Oaths の小説・ストーリー

“I’m not gonna kill you, Gael. You have my word. You could shoot me to protect this asshole, but why haven’t you done it yet?” “Because I know you just want back what's yours,” Gael answered. She increased the pressure this time. “My necklace, Colton.” “Do you like my dick that much that you can’t take your hand off of me?” I smirked. Her closeness made me felt like I wanted to reach out and touch her. Jesus Christ! What’s wrong with me? “To blow off?” Her brow rose. “Anticipating.” I huffed to her threat. “How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?”

His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish. Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

His shadow stretched long and monstrous behind him as he mounted his black wolf steed. He placed his hand on the hilt of his blade, whispering words not meant for anyone but the night. “I swear by blood, by moon, and by soul… I’ll bring her back. Even if I have to walk through death itself.” As he rode out, his wolves howled, their cries echoing across the forest — a symphony of grief and vengeance. The oath was sealed under the Blood Moon, and even the stars dared not shine against it. Behind him, Violet stood in the courtyard, clutching one of her books tight against her chest. “The Blood Moon’s Oath,” she whispered. “The last time one was made… an Alpha never returned.”

"Don't expose my identity just yet. Let her keep up the act." My eyes glinted as I continued, "As long as I’m alive, the Genovese family will never get a single cent of business from the Gambino family!"

I'm talking about a different one here Me: I don't understand Blue : do you know why we came here? I mean my mother and I I shook my head Me: no, tell me Blue : we were banished from the city and thrown into the wild side of the ocean. I was accused of killing my friend Rainbow, and my mother was accused of theft. We were thrown out to die Adrian, but my mother had this two bracelets that could transform us into humans. That's why we sneaked out of the ocean and came up here

Mara said, her voice sharp. “I will rest when my Alpha tells me to,” Brian replied. His gaze slid to Nicole and held there. Steady. Loyal. “And until then, I will stand.” The murmur became a low growl but not at Brian, not entirely, but at the fracture he embodied. Silas finally lifted his eyes, and for the briefest moment, the air between the three of them — Nicole, Brian, Silas burned hotter than the torches on the walls. Nicole rose slowly. “This council is not here to weigh love against loyalty, or fates against choices. It is here to remember that without unity, none of us survives. You want an oath? You want assurance? Then hear it from me now: I will not see this pack torn in two. Not

They had been allies—men loyal to the crown Dante and Amara had carved out of steel and terror. The silence was broken by one of Dante’s men running forward. “Boss!” His voice cracked with urgency. He shoved a bloodied scrap of cloth into Dante’s hand. On it, scrawled in jagged crimson strokes, was a single phrase: “Blood answers blood. The oath will be fulfilled.” Dante’s fist closed around the cloth, crushing it. His veins burned. He knew exactly what it meant. “The Blood Oath,” Amara whispered, stepping closer to read the words. Her tone was almost reverent, but beneath it simmered disdain. “The ancient pact… from Lorenzo’s shattered alliances. The families swore vengeance should his line

Hissing, Zezi snapped her finger away. The content in the goblet hissed too, vapour raising out of it while it bobbled like it was on fire, the shade changing till it finally stopped at purple. "In this goblet is the Blood of the White Circle and it also now has your blood. Drink. It is an oath to stay loyal to the mission. The day you speak to another about us, that is not part of us, in betrayal, is the day you die." Zezi smiled. Death. Why was that always the threat. For her, that wasn't a threat at all.

“I, Asher Killian, Second Alpha, do solemnly swear to keep the secret of my offspring until death takes me.” His oath was silver, bright, clean, and absolutely clear, the color of a blade newly made. It rose to meet the other two and the three of them found each other in the air above their heads, and then they merged, the ash and the red and the silver folding together into a single light that contained all their colors at once and then flared, brilliant and total, and was gone. The room exhaled.

"The virtues are Sovereignty, Sacrifice, and Silence. Their territory was the Silver-Vein Ridge, marked by the presence of violet-tinted quartz—a geological mirror to their internal power." Vance blinked, his face reddening. He turned to Pamela. "And the Beta’s role in the High Court? What was the specific ritual of the Blood-Oath?" Pamela answered without a second’s hesitation. " It required the Beta to share the Alpha’s first kill and bind their life-force to the pack’s protection. It’s a level of loyalty your current textbooks haven't touched in fifty years." Vance’s face moved from red to a deep, bruised purple. Every time he threw a question—obscure dates, ancient dialects, lineage maps