Indigo Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

She shot me a smug, challenging look. Orion gripped his scepter. I noticed the massive soulstone glowing at its tip. "Ianthe." He looked up, his silver eyes locking onto mine. The room went dead silent. "I swear on the River Styx," his voice was deep and absolute. "I will not betray you. Not in this life. Not in the next. I am yours until the end of all things." The vow echoed like thunder. Even Deimos looked shocked. Swearing on the River Styx was the most binding oath in the divine realm. Break it, and your soul rots in the Abyss forever.

I looked at her. “But I’m not your enemy. I’m your Luna. And I will spend every day proving I deserve that title.” Harrison studied us both. “The challenge is noted. Luna Thorne has responded appropriately. Does anyone else wish to challenge Luna?” More silence. “Then we proceed with the oath.” Harrison opened the ancient book. “Sage Thorne, please recite the Luna oath.” I turned to face the crowd, Kael at my side. This was it. I spoke clearly, projecting my voice as Eleanor had taught me:

"You've helped the Silverlight Pack a lot over the years. After the termination, I will voluntarily cut all ties with the Ironthorn Pack." I forced my voice to stay steady. "Your reputation is tied to the pack. You can't have any unnecessary bad publicity. If you need it, I can publicly take all the blame during the Stone Circle Ceremony." He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning slightly forward. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Go on." "I've already pressed my print onto this document," I looked up. "You can choose a moon phase, and we can swear the rejection oath before The Elder Council altar."

"Always." The Binding Oath was an ancient rite, almost lost to time. It was once the ceremony used to anoint leaders not by blood or ambition, but by spirit. When Arthur and Isabella stepped into the circle, the torches dimmed, and a low hum filled the air—as if the cathedral itself remembered. Michael raised the Book of Declarations and began to chant, his voice steady, each word resonating like thunder. "Let this bond be sealed not by name or house, but by sacrifice. Let the blood spilled and the hearts broken be the foundation of the world to come."

"Yes." "Do you swear to uphold the Pack's values, contribute to the betterment of our community, and shun all things that could be detrimental to us?" "Yes." "Recite your oath." Lance stood up, pressed his right hand above his heart, and then turned around to look at the assembled members of the Galway Pack. "I, Lance," he said, voice loud and clear. It shouldn't have been surprising to hear him address himself with his first name only, considering that he was a Rogue, but it still made me wonder if the rumors were true.

I gripped it tightly, feeling the weight of responsibility. The Master of Ceremonies spoke again. “Do you, Lena, swear to protect this pack with your life? To serve with honesty, to rule with fairness, and to honor the laws of the Moon?” I took a deep breath and answered firmly, “I swear it.” The crowd responded with a loud, “So be it!” Then came the Marking of the Seal. An elder approached, carrying a small silver stamp, engraved with the pack’s crest—a full moon surrounded by four stars. The stamp was pressed gently onto my inner wrist, leaving a faint but permanent mark.

"Now do we have a deal or not?" "We have a deal." Garrett pulled out a ceremonial knife, its blade glowing with runes. "Blood oath. The old way. Unbreakable." One by one, we each cut our palms and let the blood drip into a ceremonial bowl. Garrett added his own blood, then began chanting in a language I didn't recognize. The air grew heavy. Oppressive. Power crashed over us in waves, sealing the oath into our very souls. When it was done, I felt the oath settle into place—a weight on my chest, a binding that couldn't be broken without severe consequences.

At its center, a round obsidian stone reflected the evening light calmly, as if awaiting the blood and oaths that would be placed upon it. The pack members stood in a circle, dressed in midnight blue ceremonial robes. A soft chant in an ancient language echoed from the mouths of the elders carrying leaf-shaped lanterns, glowing with small silver flames symbolizing blessing and hope. Among them, Alpha Aric stood tall, waiting for me with a gaze full of trust.

4: Kindling the Oath That night, beneath the high canopy of the temple grove, the fires were lit not for warmth or war, but for vow. The Spiral’s flame was housed in a brass bowl, etched with the names of the first marked. We gathered around it in silence. Rafael stood at my side, his presence steady and grounding. Elira, Seris, and the other leaders joined us in a circle, hands extended, palms marked with the sigil of our bond. “I speak as the vessel,” I began, the words heavy on my tongue. “The Spiral calls for unity. For strength. For truth. Who stands with me?”

I reverted back to Oscala, I bit my finger, drew blood and stamped on the document. Oscala stepped down a stair and held document up above his head. “By the power rested in me as the priest of the goddess I bind this oath made in blood with the power of the goddess. Everyone and their descendants, every people being represented today, shall spend their lives protecting this unity. They cannot break from it unless the goddess will it so and anyone who goes against the will of this oath will suffer the wrath of the goddess.” Everyone bowed to accept the proclamation. Oscala put it down, packaged it well and he left first to keep it in the temple of the goddess. I ordered for the celebration to