Blue Lantern Oaths Novels & Stories

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

She collapsed in his arms, her claws still glowing crimson, her body trembling. Valthor laughed, his form fading. “You’ve claimed it. Now you’ll destroy everything.” He vanished, the Eclipseborn retreating into the shadows. The camp fell silent, the pack battered but alive. Lyra staggered to her feet, her face pale. Torin limped forward, his eyes grim. “What was that?” he growled. Aria’s voice shook. “The Blood Oath. It’s inside me.” Kael’s grip tightened, his eyes searching hers. “What does it mean?”

Suddenly, a surge of memories overwhelmed her—a vivid flashback to her childhood. --- *Flashback: The Oath* A younger Luna stood in a moonlit grove, her mother, Lady Elara, guiding her through a sacred ritual. The air was thick with anticipation as Luna recited the ancient words, binding herself to a legacy she scarcely understood. "This oath," Elara whispered, "is our lineage's burden and strength. It will protect and challenge you in equal measure." As Luna completed the ritual, a searing pain coursed through her, marking the inception of her hidden power.

If war erupted before the eclipse, the prophecy’s shadow might fall early, and nothing would hold back the Hollow’s echo. Maxim stepped forward. “Name the oath.” The emissary’s voice carried like a blade drawn from its sheath. “You will swear by fang and flame that the Vale shall remain free of conquest, that moon-silver will be mined only for the good of all packs, and that your life will stand as guarantee. Should you betray this, your blood will return to the earth that bore it.” Gasps rustled through the chamber. A vow older than crowns, older even than the Hollow’s rise. To swear it was to surrender every claim of dominion, to become servant to the Vale itself.

You carry my ruin in your veins. Lyra’s throat went dry. “If you’re the Oath, then end this. Stop the war.” I cannot stop what I never began. The Oath was meant to bind balance. You broke it. Now balance demands blood. Vale moved in front of her, voice low but cutting. “You’ll have to go through me first.” The light twisted, focusing on him. You were made to serve her. You still do. You will again. Lyra’s mark flared in response. “No!”

"The Offering of Loyalty. You must cut your palm and mix your blood with the water while reciting the sacred oath: By the moon’s grace, I offer my strength, my heart, and my life to Blue Moon pack." Is she fuckiing serious? I stare at the silver dagger lying next to the bowl. My hand already aching just thinking about the pain it will inflict in me. With a deep breath, I pick up the dagger and slice a shallow line across my palm. Pain flares instantly. Blood pools along the cut and drips into the water with a soft plink. "By the moon’s grace," I whisper, voice trembling. I swallow hard and raise my voice. "I offer my strength, my heart, and my life to Blue Moon pack."

Oliver holds his hand out while Rhett tucks the dagger of death back into his belt. “Do you Oliver swear allegiance to me, Queen Lamia? Do you swear to protect and uphold the laws of MacTire? Do you pledge your service to the Kingdom of MacTire and to its people?” Oliver doesn’t wince when I draw the blade down his palm, “I swear to the moon goddess that I shall serve, protect, and uphold the standards the people of MacTire deserve. I pledge my allegiance to you and serve the realm under your rule.” Pressing our palms together, our blood mingles, and the energy from the oath begins to resonate through the both of us, “With this promise you enter a blood pact. Breaking this blood pact will re