Novel & Cerita Blue Lantern Oaths

"In this day and in this hour, I call upon the ancient power. As our bloods mix in this bowl, we promise to give thee thy souls. If our tongues break this oath to our friend, then our lives will come to an end." Lucy's eyes glowed blue as she casted her spell. A bright white light took over the basin as the spell set in motion. There was a popping sound and then the bowl disappeared in a ray of silver light, like it had never been there. "Wow!" Ariel exclaimed. "The oath has been activated," Lucy sighed. "Now tell us what this is about?" Cameron barked. "It's about Anna," Kanyon let out. "What about Anna?" Alpha Daniel urged. "The Priestess is passing a decree for our wedding."

Not whispers. Not preparations. Blood in the streets. I stared at the blank phone screen in the enforcer’s hand. He looked at me. Through the screen. He spoke to me. My brother had just executed an alpha. And invited me to join him. “You knew this was coming,” I said quietly, not looking at Rafe. “Yes.” “You didn’t think he’d go this far.” “No.” The honesty hurt more than lies. Outside, wolves were already making calls. Territory lines being redrawn. Guards doubled. Alliances shifting in real time.

It seemed to be reaching out toward Cassian, like a dog straining at a leash. "The Velvet Oath is not a contract written in ink," Cassian said, stepping closer. The air around him felt electric, charged with a power she couldn't name. "It is a blood-bond with the void. It kept this world stable for centuries, fed by the lineage of the Vale and the Dray. When your mother fled, the balance broke. The shadows grew restless. They began to hunt on their own." He held out a hand. "You feel it, don't you? The ache in your chest? The feeling that you’ve been fasting for a lifetime?"

One Delta mutters too loudly that he’d rather sharpen his own knife than accept one gifted by a pack who can’t hold their own in a fight. Another, grinning, elbows his friend and asks if Silvercrest girls come braided in gold. The guards hear both comments and only smile. Too well trained to show any reaction other than indulgent amusement. When the first cups are drained and refilled, Kieran stands. His goblet catches the torchlight like liquid silver. “To Blackthorn,” he says, voice warm enough to wrap ears. “To a pack whose courage is sung from the frontier to the coast. To new alliances, to a stronger future.”

Leroy forced himself to look up, his neck aching as he fought the dizziness pulling at him. The speaker was different from the others. Not brutal like the two thugs holding him, but... beautiful. Almost hauntingly so. His skin gleamed gold, like the light itself had been captured in his body and was now pouring out from him. His scalp was smooth, his eyes so pale they were nearly white, but somehow shimmering with an eerie power. Leroy’s breath hitched in his throat. This was no ordinary Albanama. This one had power. Leroy swallowed, feeling the intense pressure of the gaze bearing into him. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. Something in those eyes kept him rooted to the spot, paralyz

No wonder not one of them managed to get close enough to her to even leave a mark. When I made all the phone calls to the neighbouring packs, I purposefully left Blue moon till last. I knew it was Layton the moment he spoke, I had been informed over a year ago he had taken over as Alpha. His voiced seemed dull, empty at first but when I told him of the attacks and the information we had so far, he took charge and seemed like a clever and reasonable Alpha, it was hard to think he was the same man that cast Lelanna out the way that he did.

Just as Kirou was contemplating this, he received a message from the system. [System: A is a sacred vow that uses a person's life as a guarantee. Should the person who initiates the oath lie about the contents of the oath or break the oath after making it, they will be struck down by a blood-red lightning bolt from the heavens, turning them to ash instantly. Due to this very condition, individuals would usually shy away from making such an oath when dealing with strangers as it limits their actions under the conditions of the oath while the stranger is free of any such restriction.]

she blurted and a growl escaped from Odin in response. “Himself?” The youngest laughed. “Do you think you can escape him after the curse is lifted, your destinies are tied together, you can never be separated” she continued and Blue was shocked. She turned to Odin and wondered how their destinies were intertwined. “What do you mean?” She asked. “You will find out more about that soon, you are about to unlock a whole new phase of your life and fulfill your true destinies” the eldest commented making Blue more confused,

She was silver-white and ancient and exactly what the bloodline had been waiting to produce. I watched her and felt the warmth of her in my chest and understood, again, what the founding charter had said. She hadn't been late. She had been waiting for the moment that was ready for her. This was it. After a moment, both wolves settled back. The acknowledgment was done. Dane looked at us. "The oath is simple," he said. "It says what it means. No embellishment needed." He held out his right hand toward me. I placed my right hand over his, palm up. He drew the ceremonial blade across my palm, shallow and clean, and I didn't flinch. Then Xavier's hand, the same. The bowl caught what it was suppos

Aria’s gaze fell on the Crimson Altar, its surface cracked but pulsing with light. The First Luna’s voice echoed: The Oath demands blood. “My blood,” Aria whispered, her heart sinking. “It’s the only way.” Kael grabbed her arm, his voice raw. “No. We find another way.” But the rift pulsed, Rathar’s power growing. The pack was falling, their howls turning to screams. Aria saw Lyra pinned by a crimson wolf, Torin bleeding out, the pack’s hope fading. She pulled Kael close, her lips brushing his.