Indigo Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

He told me he would take an official oath sooner and only proclaim me today as his Luna. Elder Rico, one of the elders here, came close to us with the agreement and pen. “Now, Alpha Hadar and Luna Nyla, proceed with both of you taking an oath,” said Elder Rico, eyeing both of us. “Remember that this oath is official and will be valid forever. So I hope you take this seriously.” Alpha Hadar faced me. He said, “I, Alpha Hadar, will take you as my Luna ….” He then raised his right hand, signed the agreement, and stared back at me.

“No official alliances. No public oaths. No weakness.” Lyra tilted her head. “Sounds fun.” We formed a loose circle, crouching around a single torch burning low against the stone. No blood rituals. No fancy words. Just the truth, spoken aloud. “I will stand by Thorold of Stormfang,” Callen said first, his voice firm. “My Beta oath is already his.” “I will fight beside him,” Caelan added, flashing a grin. “And laugh in the faces of those who think they can take him down.”

“The payments are marked under Elder Moses’ seal.” The silence cracked like a whip. The Oath Around the fire, the Umbra Pack knelt one by one. Renly. Elara. Marrow. Even the hardened scouts and half-wild fighters. Blythe stepped forward, her voice low but fierce. “We do not kneel to thrones,” she said, “or crowns, or empty titles. We kneel to what we choose to protect.” One by one, they placed their hands over their hearts. Xavier came last, stepping into the circle.

The Lantern Chain Procession had slowed into the Betrothal Lantern Rite — an ancient Beta courtship tradition woven into the solstice for generations. In the open snowfield at the end of the procession, participants formed smaller circles. Each Beta suitor lit a special lantern with a personal vow of gentle protection, patience, and honest love, then offered it to the woman he courted. The lanterns were released together, their silver threads linking destinies in a soft, respectful bond — unlike the raw, dominant claims of Alpha pacts.

“…that from this night forward, my loyalty belongs to SilverShade Pack.” The torches crackled in the silence. “I swear to protect this pack, serve this pack, and never betray it.” The crowd watched her like hawks. “If I break this oath…” She paused only for a breath. “…I accept death as my punishment.” The square fell silent. Elder Markus began speaking, reciting the ancient words of the Luna oath. His voice echoed through the square. “From this day forth, before the full moon and the witnesses of SilverShade…”

I asked. Dante’s hands moved with the ritualistic memory of an old reader. He produced a chalice, candle wax, and a dagger that had been used in blood pacts so many times the metal had a worn patience. “You ink your names. You cut your palms. The words are read aloud. The first to break the oath — by action or by curse — melts. If it is external, the signer dies. If it is mutual, both die. There are clauses for heirs, for succession, for erasure. It is absolute.” “And the cost?” I said. “You said there’s a way to make it less… savage.”

he nodded toward Adriana, “—we need an oath. A secret one, binding us together. The Council fights in shadows. So must we.” Damian’s brow arched, but Adriana spoke first. “An oath?” Marco nodded grimly. “Not written. Not spoken outside this room. Only between us three. Loyalty unto death. No betrayals, no doubts. You keep each other alive, or we fall together.” The fire popped as though sealing the weight of his words. Adriana looked at Damian. Damian looked at her. Slowly, she extended her hand. “Then let it be so.” Damian clasped hers, his grip fierce. Marco placed his hand atop theirs.

Maybe because I know the weight that comes with it. All four candidates step up to the altar and kneel. The elder conducting the ceremony in my place starts. "Tonight, we induct four hunters. Four brave souls who have already protected this world and have committed to do so til their last breath. Please repeat the hunter's oath". I have been telling Stella the oath since her mother died. They all speak in unison and proudly. "We offer our lives to protect the night for the Moon Goddess. We will uphold the honor of hunters and hunt those who aim to destroy any part of this world and protect those who can not protect themselves".

Pack banners hung from the walls—Iron Mountain’s silver wolf, Darkwood’s black oak, Northern Crescent’s golden moon. Everyone turned to watch me approach. Cameras flashed from the media section. Protesters outside had been chanting since dawn, their voices bleeding through the thick stone walls. “Raise your right hand,” Elder Francis commanded. I lifted my arm. The silver ceremonial dagger gleamed on the table beside him, waiting to cut anyone who lied under oath. Ancient werewolf tradition demanded blood oaths for testimony this serious. “Do you swear by the Moon Goddess to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Lilith, with a devious smirk, continued to prod them forward, emphasising the necessity of the oath for the supposed greater good. The dim light cast shadows on their faces, revealing the conflict within as they hesitated to swear allegiance under the pot of thunder—a potent symbol of both power and consequence. "Swear to speak nothing but the truth under the pot of thunder, and may the consequences be upon you if you break your word and lie." Damian said as Benjamin nervously glanced at Lilith.