Indigo Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

“How can I work with someone whom I still believe killed my mom.” “And I believe your family has done plenty of killing too,” he replied evenly. “But tonight isn’t about old blood. It’s about staying alive.” My hands were still shaking from the fight. I set the gun down. “On one condition. We share everything we find. No secrets. The second we know who the Swan is, we go our separate ways.” Luciano nodded slowly. “Deal. But you stay here until it’s safe. No running off to your father half-cocked.”

His blood pools in the bowl until his wound heals. Walking towards me he grabs my hand, “by joining their blood together I hereby bless this sacred union. Lily black, do you take the oath to stand beside Creed and protect your tribe? To put others' needs in front of yours? To stand by your mate until death do you part? If you accept this oath, swear by it now and this ceremony can commence,” he says in a strong voice. “I, Lily black, hereby accept this oath, to be queen and rule fairly beside Creed,” I say evenly, looking into Creed's eyes.

The 11 warriors taking the oath stood in a line in front of me and the rest of Silverclaw. “Trevor, Dominic, Edgar, Thomas, Theresa, Haven, Han, Krystal, Christian, Joshua, and Jacob, do you vow fealty to Silverclaw, accept the name Barrier, and ensure the safety of the Silverclaw name, even if it brings you your death?” “I do.” They each repeated. “Trevor Barrier, to swear this oath to the Silverclaw family, you must ensure this with a blood oath. Doing so will illuminate you completely if ever you were to betray, or cause ill intent to Silverclaw. Do you accept?”

Connor wanted to give them a big lesson of their lives today in this event that would be passed onto their children in future. "So students, let's take an oath today. An oath for making this world a better place. An oath for breaking the stereotypes of this society. An oath to keep everyone safe from harm and injustice. Let's take an oath and pledge that we shall undertake no discrimination and see everyone with one gaze." The audience bellowed in agreement. Their faces full of strength and shining steadfastly full of peace, their gazes burnt with determination. They chanted in unison, 'We support humanity. We support LGBT' and a full smile crept on Mr. Connor's face.

Many years have been put into my plan and no part of it must fail. When I reach the Fountain of Promises, Aleksander and I bow to each other respectfully. He takes the ceremonial blade and holds it out to me. "Alessio Callum Scarfoni, do you swear your life and allegiance to our cause?" Aleksander keeps his gaze fixed on me as if he's trying to see into my mind. "I do." I raise my right hand and pledge. "Then please take the oath." "Luramentum est vita nostra et mors nostra," I say in Latin, which translates to: The oath is our life and our death.

I tried to concentrate, but my finger was throbbing. The Elder pulled out the large, thickly-paged book and thumbed through it to find his desired page before clearing his throat. "Do you, Caroline Blair, hereby declare, on oath, that you absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any pack which you have heretofore been a member?" He asked, reading from the book. "Yes," I answered. "Do you, Caroline Blair, so solemnly swear that you will uphold the codes of Pack Possente Lupo set forth by this council, its Alpha, its Beta, and its Gamma?"

Crescendath Oth’yr ixthar sevelûn! Veythral shaen draegor, mortha ixthar vey’ruun, serath valen draegor, shaen ixthar valûm!**] --- [“Children and elders of fang and shadow, mark this day! The hour of the Crescent Oath is upon us. No longer do we whisper of prophecy in hidden corners—tonight, we stand as one blood, bound to the old law, Tonight, all bloodlines bend beneath the ancient covenant, and none shall turn aside.

It was time for me to take the oath, a sacred vow that would bind me to my people and my destiny. The elder’s voice echoed through the field as he recited the ancient words, each syllable resonating with power and tradition. When it was my turn, I raised my hand and swore to protect and honor the pack and the kingdom, to uphold their laws, and to lead with wisdom and strength. My voice trembled slightly, but my resolve was unwavering.

Of course this was how Dahlia would had planned it… public, binding, no shadows to hide in. Cael stepped forward, bowing with formality. “We come as our Father’s children, Alpha Rowland’s emissaries. We accept your welcome.” I forced my own bow, steady though the weight of a hundred stares pressed down on me. “We stand ready.” Dahlia glided into view then, every inch the perfect noblewoman, her smile gleaming with venom disguised as charm. She bowed to Harold, then turned to the crowd. “As is tradition, the Welcome Oath will be spoken before all. Any who claim the title of emissary must bind themselves with truth, loyalty, and humility before the pack that receives them. If their claim is fa

The first line gleamed boldly: We are not many packs. We are one people. This blood, this vow, this day, makes us unbreakable. From the summit torch, Aria lit a flame and placed it in the basin carved into the table. Fire leapt to life, flickering against the thin dawn air. Tradition demanded that no oath be made without flame and blood. She drew the ceremonial blade across her palm, steady and unflinching. Blood welled, bright as sunrise. She pressed her hand to the scroll. Her mark glowed, seared into the parchment like fire catching tinder.