Orange Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

"That oath was made years ago. It was meant for reasonable requests." "It was made with no limitations," Luna Constance interrupted. "Your father swore to honor any request. Any. There were no conditions, no exceptions. It's all right here in the document." She held it up higher, and I could see the signatures, the seals, the witnesses' names. It was real. My father really had made that oath. "You are twisting the meaning of a ceremonial tradition," my father said. "That oath was never meant to be used like this." "Then you should have been more careful with your words," Luna Constance said. "But you weren't. You swore. And now I'm holding you to it."

Different kinds of foods and goodies filled their eyes that made their stomachs howl in hunger. “Okay, Talon. You win but make sure no one will notice,” Falla whispers. She stepped back and check if there's someone's watching them. Her eyes wandered from place to place. After assuring that everything went smoothly she gave Talon a thumbs-up sign as she smiles while nodding. “Aurantium movere ad me,” Talon said while pointing his wand directly to the fresh oranges. The vendor noticed that the oranges from the basket began to move on their own. The oranges started to float on the air, one by one moving to the twins.

The Light Oracle, Lagertha, hums as she approaches me, standing by my side. My cheeks flush, “I'm sorry. I didn't know I was capable of doing that. I'll turn it back to its original form.” As I move to take a step forward. “No, please.” She hums, placing her hand on my arm, and I still my actions. “We are honored that you have selected the color gold to represent our tree of knowledge. The only Oracle that was blessed enough to achieve such a gift was your ancestor, Ellyza. She also brought the tree back to its full potential in the process.”

Everyone was willing to contribute because of their love for their King. The Oracle was dressed on leather that is embedded with cowries and small bones; he hanged several horns of gazelle and wrapped the skin of a leopard-like wrapper. His face was marked with white chalks and tiro (black-eye lash) was marked on his eyelids. The elders were all putting on pure white wrappers, raised to their bellies, and firmly holding their Nkpara (staffs) and holding their red caps in their hands. They all bowed their faces as the oracle does the incantations and say some words of prayers.

Alex replied sternly. "Clearly, you have no idea what you're talking about. I'm only fighting for what belongs to me." "By instilling fear in your subjects so that they can submit to you?" He seemed to have hit him below the belt as he growled and moved away from the throne. "A time will come when the light shall rise and the whole world will be able to see it with the naked eye. In a few days, it will either pass this part of the universe or strike a blow from which you may never recover. This light is the Orb. The Galaxus has written its fate and there's nothing you can do to change it. It will poison your waters and many of you shall die from its bitterness."

He couldn't turn his back on that little beast for a minute. Scrambling over the fallen tree, Hades found himself sheltering with some pale-ass Orangelo. He couldn't remember his name if he'd ever learned it, but Hades was pretty sure he'd seen this one on the ship with the Hares. It was hard to forget a sexy, nearly white Orangelo covered in black Marks. "So, uh, what the fuck did I just fall into?" Hades asked the Orangelo. "I'm not entirely sure, to be honest." The Orangelo replied, craning his neck to peek over the top of the log. "But it seems like that red-headed no-fur opened up a Hell Portal to fight the Ringmaster."

I munch on a few crackers, but I’m still really full from lunch at Clara’s barbecue. Orsina and I relax, chatting in the camper together for a while, until something very strange begins to happen. Orsina’s tattoo - the wolf symbol on her shoulder that serves as her mating mark - starts howling. “What is that?” Orsina furrows her brow and looks at the tattoo. “It’s a distress call,” I say, recognizing the sound right away. “Something is wrong.” “The oath is being violated,” Orsina gasps. “The curse - it’s back.”

I cleared my throat silently. “I, Estelle, daughter of Leah and Orion and direct descendant of Queen Aurora, take this oath with honesty and sincerity. I promise to uphold the kingdom and put it above myself. I promise to be a queen and a mother to my subjects and kingdom. I vow to uphold the honours of the kingdom and lead by example. I promise to be a good example to the other queen after me—to love and protect the kingdom. To stand by my king’s side as his equal and his partner, and to place the welfare of the kingdom over my needs. For as long as I shall reign,” I read out boldly, saying the words strongly. This is a very strong promise, and I must keep it. Aurelian stood up, taking a bo

“That’s right. Stop fighting, Elora. You belong to me.” “No!” Joel roared. He pulled her into his chest, his voice breaking, raw with a pain that shook her. “We’ll make our own oath. Here. Now.” Without hesitation, he bit into his palm, blood dripping hot onto the stone. The ruins flared, crimson light clashing with the silver fire of his essence. He pressed his bleeding hand to her wrist, his words steady, ancient, vibrating with power as he spoke the vow.

His long-nursed bitterness suddenly felt small, petty, useless compared to the truth standing before him. “Valerius lied to all of us,” Orion said. His voice was a low growl, steady and sharp. He glanced at the countless portraits of Liana surrounding them, witnesses to the vow that was about to be spoken. “And we,” he said, his tone turning into a quiet oath, “Will set her free.”