Novel & Cerita Indigo Lantern Oath

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

We raised our right hands, and I spoke each word with trembling lips but unwavering conviction: “In the name of my honor, I swear to dedicate my life to humanity. I will protect the lives and dignity of both humans and werewolves to the best of my ability and conscience. I will honor every teacher who has shared their knowledge with me, and I will pass it on to the next generation without discrimination of race, religion, or status. I will care for my patients without prejudice, keeping their secrets even after they are gone. I will practice my profession with integrity and sincerity. I swear before God that I will uphold this promise with all my soul.”

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.

“During each of our initiation, we are submerged into a human-sized test tube while each member slits their wrist and allow it to drop into the water. It's called a soul-l**k and the connection is very powerful; lost method of stamping a covenant.” Turns out, my guess wasn't far from the truth. Lex felt relieved he hadn't gone through that. What a stupid thought to even consider it. “Detective,” El stared into Lex's eyes. “I'm sure you already know what happens when one goes against the blood script. They don't die, their loved ones die.” Ayodele, Yetunde, they had broken the oath.

I think, much like Dani and me, everyone was tense to see how our oath would go. “I, Khalid Salil Adio, solemnly swear that I will faithfully serve the Silverclaw people as their Delta and support Alpha Kurt and Luna Isis. And will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Silverclaw Pack.” Like the others before me, I gave my oath, drinking the mixed blood.

Apollo repeated Slant's offer. "Very well." Chase nodded slightly. Since they were willing to swear a blood oath, he decided not to make things difficult for them. Then, Apollo and Slant each struck their chests, forcing out a mouthful of blood. "We, Slant and Apollo, swear that once we leave this secret realm, we'll never reveal any information about it. Should we break this vow, may heart demons plague us, and may we die horrible deaths!" they swore in unison. Seeing this, Chase decided not to trouble them further. He then turned his gaze to Wayne, the only independent cultivator present. He was a first-stage martial lord.

Lorrel cuts a small incision in a replica fashion before taking a step back. I can hear a commotion from somewhere. Growls and punches being thrown but I can’t take my eyes off Lance. “Do you Aida Sagar accept the Royal Santos Pack as yours? Will you promise to uphold our pack laws and protect your people as their Queen?” Lorrel starts my oath.

Next to them was an older looking woman and two men. “…it is now time to say your vows." I directed my attention back to the altar. I hadn’t prepared anything special, I didn’t even have the time or the energy. I had to come up with something on the spot, and I expected Christian to do the same. “I, Hazel Bennett, promise to love you through thick and thin, through sickness and health, and promise to be there for you all the days of our lives.” I ran through the vows quickly and was done. It was now Christian’s turn. I looked at him expectantly.

Leander sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "There has to be free will to some extent," Leander adds to his thoughts. He is right. I don't believe in the rule to begin with. Seth's rejection must have really worried Leander. I still didn't know all of the details but they took extreme precautions afterwards. Gatheo continues to stare at the ground with a look of guilt no man could come back from. "Are the head warriors considered high ranking?" I ask. "Everyone in this room is considered higher ranking. All of these warriors have taken a sacred oath sworn to the Moon Goddes to protect this pack and their loyalty to their Alpha. The oath and ceremony provides them greater strength th

Another question from my father, one I know that I will keep after the pain I have gone through and the injustice I have witnessed over the last six years. “I will.” “Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of our Moon Goddess. Will you maintain and preserve the settlement of the Church of the Goddess, and the doctrine, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in Canada?” “I will” “Do you promise to keep these oaths and maintain the order of wolves?” The final question in this ceremony is asked. I pause, the power of the sceptre coursing through my body, waiting to sense any hesitation and dishonesty from me. But I know that I mean my vows, that I wou