Indigo Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

One by one they nodded in assent. The discussion had sparked a fire within them, fueling their ambitions and setting the stage for a new era of collaboration and dominance. “Gentlemen, if we’re to succeed in this alliance, we must swear a blood oath. This path will bind us together in a common cause, and it will symbolize our commitment to one another. It’s a sacred bond, forged in blood, and it cannot be broken. Do you accept this oath?” I paused letting the weight of the words sink in.

I said faking miserably which made everyone chuckle and nod in agreement. “Put your right hand over your heart and repeat after me and insert your own name where I say mine, okay?” They nodded in understanding and I began speaking, “I Allison Trust Wells vow to honour and protect the Blue Moon Pack and its members with dignity and loyalty. I promise to respect and serve my pack, its traditions and property to the best of my ability. Fidem sicut Luna noctis, umbram secutus. (Loyalty like the moon to the night, follower of the shadow)” I felt their link forming within me as they said the oath and watched as smiles formed on their faces.

But they didn't know that Tori only took a gamble for the sake of her best course of action. Lady M and the second prince agreed and signed an oath contract. An oath contract was a sacred contract and only a few choose to use this. After signing and reading all the terms and conditions, the three burned the contract together. It was a sign that it was a promise that only the three of them knew. As nobles, Lady M and the second prince respected the oath contract, leaving Tori to feel secure.

"Are you saying that I saved you?" His lilacs twinkled, and his smile grew, and he cupped the side of my face. "I'm saying that you brought me back to life." He cleared his throat. “Now repeat after me.” I nodded. “I, Nia Ravanore, hereby denounce my rogue status and take on a new identity as a Volkecrest Krowns pack member. I accept your blood as a sworn covenant, swearing my life and all loyalty to you, Lykoan Volkes, as your Sigma Spade until the day I die. I promise to uphold this oath and never to go against you, and never to inflict harm on any other Sigma Spade. In obeisance, my life’s duty is to protect you until my last breath—so help me moon goddess, or I’ll meet a most heinous, im

Without wasting time, he walked a few inches away from the podium, allowing us to have a full view of his sturdy figure before motioning to us to place our right hands on our chest. I did the same, looking at his next action even though I was confused as hell. Why do we need to swear? Are our lives not miserable enough? “I swear by the Moon Goddess that I; mention your name,” he added, pausing briefly for us to catch up. “I, Azalea Hunter.” A satisfied look appeared on his face as we mentioned our names. “Pledge my allegiance to the Nightbloom Pack, my Alphas, Alpha Atlas, Alpha Asael, Alpha Alaric, and Alpha Arien, and also to my Masters to fulfill my duties with loyalty and devotion.”

Then at Damon. "I'll do it," I said. Kael grabbed my arm. "Lily—" "I'll do it. If it means keeping everyone safe, I'll do it." Kael's jaw tightened. But he nodded. "Fine. But I'm doing it with you." --- The ceremony was short. Thorne stood before us, holding a silver blade. He cut my palm, then Kael's. Our blood mixed in a bowl, glowing faintly. "Repeat after me," Thorne said. "I vow to never use my power to harm Silvermoon or its allies. I vow to protect this pack as if it were my own. If I break this vow, may my blood turn to ash and my name be forgotten."

I intercept, growling. She drops the bag, sobbing. "Don’t kill me. I have a child." I pause. Then nod. "Leave. Tell them what happened. Tell them the Unmarked protect the broken." She runs. Victory is ours. We plant our banner in the ground. Nightfall - The Oathfire Ceremony Around the central bonfire, soldiers kneel. I hold a blade over my palm. Cut. "By blood, by bone, by breath… we are Unmarked."

Tonight, I would be visible. The ceremony was interesting, however. For the most part, I sat at the side and listened to uncomfortable gossip among the women. They attempted to draw me into their conversations, but it was difficult when we had no shared friends. Nonetheless, I played along—watching, waiting. When darkness came and the full moon was at its peak, the mates emerged. The ceremony was short but serious. Under the light of the moon, Leah and Bert sliced their palms and pressed them together, taking an oath of blood. A pledge to love, guard, and blend their souls into one, to remain united even in death.

She was silver-white and ancient and exactly what the bloodline had been waiting to produce. I watched her and felt the warmth of her in my chest and understood, again, what the founding charter had said. She hadn't been late. She had been waiting for the moment that was ready for her. This was it. After a moment, both wolves settled back. The acknowledgment was done. Dane looked at us. "The oath is simple," he said. "It says what it means. No embellishment needed." He held out his right hand toward me. I placed my right hand over his, palm up. He drew the ceremonial blade across my palm, shallow and clean, and I didn't flinch. Then Xavier's hand, the same. The bowl caught what it was suppos