Blue Lantern Oaths の小説・ストーリー

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!”

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

Nova whines softly in recognition, memories of childhood friendship and teenage longing bubbling up despite my efforts to suppress them. Dane completes the formation, his presence at the third point somehow making the air between us feel charged, like the moment before lightning strikes. Summit's influence is visible in his eyes, that flash of gold that never fails to make my breath catch stupidly in my throat. "The ritual begins with blood offering," Brynlee explains, presenting each of us with a small obsidian blade. "A single drop placed on your anchor stone with conscious intent to connect." I accept the blade, feeling its weight in my palm. It hums with old magic, the kind that predates

“To the ruined Circle of Thorns. That’s where the last Oath was broken. I need to know why.” --- By noon, the camp was a flurry of motion. Warbands formed under new sigils—the crest of the Pact: a rising crescent above entwined stone roots. New oaths were inked on wolfhide and sealed with blood. Smith forged blades etched with both old runes and new, iron tempered in moonlight and ash. As the western scouting party prepared to leave, Aria found herself beside Mira, tightening the straps of her pack. “You still believe the Voices will help us?” Mira asked.

My focus was on her, striding across the yard like she owned it—silver cloak billowing, Luna’s tiara of wolf’s teeth glinting in the morning sun. "By the right of lineage and pack blood," Xander began, steady, solemn. "I bring Riverdale’s rightful Luna home." Silence. Chloe dipped her head. "Thank you." A breathless hush. I crunched something underfoot—my fist, curled tight. Xander raised his voice: "Chloe, do you swear service to Riverdale's alliance?" Chloe's grin flashed. "I do." The blessing flowed—packs knelt. Mooncrest’s banners waved. Riverdale’s Beta, Nero, looked furious, but knelt anyway. Even Riverdale’s elite had to honor the oath or break the bond.

Anderson teased, coming over to slap my mate on the back. I wondered how these cold men had become so close and free with each other. "Did you discover anything?" Caspian asked, nodding at the pile of documents. "Nothing we don’t already know. We’ll have to keep searching, but that’ll wait till tomorrow. We have to prepare for the blood oath. The earlier we remove bad seeds from our investigation, the better for everyone." "Yeah, that’s true. Okay, I’ll get the Omegas to ready your rooms. In the meantime, have dinner with the Blue Eyes team and my Beta while Tamlin and I talk," he said, turning to me. I swallowed hard.

“What did you think? You think you're some kind of treasure? You’re a womb, Evelyn. That’s all. And once the child is born, you’ll be nothing but a liability. And I kill liabilities.” I tried to keep my voice calm, but my fingers curled into fists. “You can’t kill me after the birth either. A member of each pack has to be present during a betrothal ceremony. That’s the law. And I’m from Bluestone.” Aurora stopped walking and turned to me slowly. Her eyes narrowed, sharp and dangerous. "You think a little ceremony is going to save your life?” I swallowed. “It’s not little. The blood oath says—”

"Aris is locked in the Vulture's brig, but his signal is still active. The Council knows we found the ruins." ‎ ‎"Then we don't give them time to organize," Kael growled. He reached down, grabbing a ceremonial dagger of Sun-Iron that sat on the edge of my mother’s desk. The blade was dark, but the moment his fingers touched the hilt, a spark of violet light leapt across the metal. "The prophecy says the three must be bound by more than a contract. We do it now. The Blood Oath of the Three Spires." ‎ ‎Victor looked at the blade, his jaw tightening. "And what does this oath require, Lycan?"

"What lie?" "The lie that you are ordinary. The lie that you are weak. The lie that others must lead you. You, Naomi, are meant to lead. You carry the blood of the first Oathed." My heart raced. I had no clue what she was talking about. "What’s the Oathed?" She turned to face me fully now, her white eyes glowing. "The ones who swore their lives to the truth. To protect the bloodline. The blood oath isn’t just a story it’s a bond. It’s magic, and it's tied to your very soul."