Indigo Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

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.”

“As there are a lot of you, it would be impossible to do this one by one. So you would swear the Oath along with the people on your line. The first row of people here in front, please take a step forward and circle around the pack’s emblem. You will repeat after me while you are holding the emblem. After swearing the Oath, come towards Alpha Eros and he will give you the mark of the Silvercrest Pack.” The people on the first row scrambled forwards and their lips parted in awe upon seeing Silvercrest Pack’s emblem. “I stand before the Alpha, Luna, and the pack, Leaving behind the life I once knew, To embrace the kin to whom I bind myself to. I pledge my loyalty to the pack, To uphold and hono

Aetheria — The Oathkeeper The Chamber of Ledgerlight was a cathedral of silence. Columns of etched silver rose like frozen waterfalls, each line a vow, each shimmer a life promised to another. I stood among them with bandaged hands I had not needed for an age, gloves hiding the ruin the Loom’s corruption had carved into my palms. I am the Oathkeeper. And tonight I would do something I had sworn never to do: reach directly into a mortal thread.

He hadn't kept his eyes nor hands off of me, it had made me feel special. With the fire crackling in the fireplace I could feel myself being lulled to sleep after listening to the light sound of the rain until he finally spoke making me look up at him. "You asked me why I can't just leave that life," he breathed staring up at the ceiling. "Truth is baby, I'm trying to," he replied releasing a heavy sigh that held within it the frustration of a man attempting to cut off any ties, "that's part of what I've been doing lately. But it's not easy to just walk away once you take the oath ." The oath he was referring to was a blood oath that was a part of a ritual that originated from Roman-Catholic

His voice carried without effort. “By law of tooth and star, those who speak inside this circle must bare truth. False words invite blood-fever.” He met Ophelia’s gaze first, then Caroline’s. “One at a time. Council listens. Pack decides.” Elder Mara raised the ceremonial blade. “Cut palm, seal oath.” Caroline thrust her hand forward. “I will speak first.” The blade sliced; she flinched, then pressed bleeding skin to the wolf-and-star sigil. It thrummed faintly, ancient magic stirring.

“By Dreamwrit Council, we bind ourselves to dream and deed.” Finally, Vera and Lucien stood side by side, placing their hands atop the seals. “By Dream Sovereign and Mad Wolf King, we inaugurate the Constellation Accord.” A pulse of dream-silk light flared from the Charter, cascading upward to ignite the overhead constellations. The amphitheater’s arches shimmered with new runes, binding the Accord into every stone and crystal. **III. The People’s Oath** Vera descended the dais steps and addressed the crowd. “Now, all free souls—human, hybrid, and Sentinel—join us.” Delegates called out across the arena: “I pledge my voice!” “I stand for justice!” “I vow to uphold the Accord!”

Alexander lit it from her amber lantern. The flame flickered silver blue on the water’s surface. Isabelle raised her arms, reciting the injunction they had transcribed together: “By water’s truth and flame’s release, We pledge our bond in love and peace. Ember reborn by heart’s free will in unity, our covenant fulfill.”

If war erupted before the eclipse, the prophecy’s shadow might fall early, and nothing would hold back the Hollow’s echo. Maxim stepped forward. “Name the oath.” The emissary’s voice carried like a blade drawn from its sheath. “You will swear by fang and flame that the Vale shall remain free of conquest, that moon-silver will be mined only for the good of all packs, and that your life will stand as guarantee. Should you betray this, your blood will return to the earth that bore it.” Gasps rustled through the chamber. A vow older than crowns, older even than the Hollow’s rise. To swear it was to surrender every claim of dominion, to become servant to the Vale itself.

This is the oath we took and will be part of us 'til death. THE LEGION'S COMMAND: • Première règle: Whoever bring harm upon the constituent of the League and/or the Noblest Triad shall be inflicted pain twice. • Deuxième règle: Whoever goes against and/or rejects the League's legacy shall be chastened • Troisième règle: Those who are granted by the Director shall face no fury from the constitution, and will be free to choose one candidate to perform the show. • SETTLEMENT: A room exclusively for the Director, the Handlers and the high ranked members of the constitution.

But I let the smirk leave my lips, telling there is more. “And there is the other thing. If you don’t tell us, we will have a dark witch perform the enchantment that will not let your soul rest, no Mystic Kingdom afterlife for you. So complying is really your only choice.” I growl. Tobias looks at me shocked but proud and my sweet mate purrs at me in delight. Talon’s blood loss is increasing but the sentiment of thinking his soul won’t go to the Mystic Kingdom, where all werewolves work for their souls to go, really has him contemplating his life choices. But before he answers there is a private mindlink.