Orange Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

Dajol seemed to just stare at the man's shirt and start again saying : "Now open the contents of the orange that you keep in your shirt." Dajol said to the young man who looked confused and then opened it. When the young man opened the contents of his shirt, which he had filled with oranges, now turned into gold in the shape of a fruit. The young man looked very happy and said to Dajol : "Is this all true for me?" Said the young man while looking happy. "Of course, This is only the beginning for you, then I will give you more than this as long as you are willing to be my loyal follower." Dajol said who immediately smiled.

I did, taking off my watch, necklace and earrings. “Why do I have to do this?” I asked Adam as he shifted to my side, “It’s to cut any ties you have to anyone in the crowd. It’s so that no one may attempt to intervene with the ceremony.” “How?” I rolled my eyes as Lachlan came to stand near us, crossing his arms as he looked around, annoyed. “It creates tethers to the people they belong to, they could potentially enter the circle, only if they seek to die.” He shrugged, “Once the circle is laid, those in the circle remain until the Orb is done. If someone enters mid reading, the Orb could kill them.” I frowned, “So, I’m really on my own… Aren’t I?” Lachlan scoffed, “Completely. With the Quee

When it looked like no one was going to intervene he smirked at his friend. "I think she's all alone." “Trust me, you’ll regret laying your hands on me,” I warned, trying to keep my voice from shaking but they just watched me with mirth as though I was a mouse cornered. “There is that entitlement!” “I’d like to wipe that off as I fuck your mouth, princess. It'd be enough revenge for what your father had put us through. ” His words pierced through my terrified state. Dante had said the same thing to me. I met the gaze of the Italian one and spat at him. "Why don't you go and fuck yourself instead."

"Okay. And what do you want me to do?" "Very good," she cooed in a sickenly sweet voice. "The first thing that you're going to do, is to relinquish your place as the Luna of this pack, and hand it over to me." My father shook his head despite a knife literally being at his throat. "Don't listen to her, Orla. Give her nothing." "I can see that you are very eager to die," Ophelia said, right before embedding the knife right underneath his collarbone. When she pulled it back out, blood spilled out of the wound, turning his once crisp baby blue shirt to dark red.

Then they went to the Mage Guild to report and follow the procedures according to the rules between mages. In other words, Olive swore an oath to the Goddess of Magic with the elemental fire, vowed to the Magic Sanctioner, and pledged her loyalty to Baron Christian Stewart and his descendants. Taking an oath with elemental fire means that if you break it, you will no longer be able to advance in rank as a magician. The magical sanctioner referred to in the oath is a golem, a construct of wisdom that serves the goddess of magic. If the person who took the oath breaks it, he will be hunted by it, and the hunt will be endless.

“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.”

“There’s a flower. Lunaria. It’s said to bloom only in the Moon Goddess’s purest light. I had a bracelet made for her, woven from the petals. As long as she wears it, the Death Goddess can’t get a foothold. It acts as a shield, a barrier. But it’s not a cure. It’s a bandage on a gaping wound. It’s the only thing that keeps my Queen from becoming a monster.” A heavy silence descended on the table. The torches crackled, the only sound in the world. Finally, the oldest of the Elders, a man with a long, white beard named Faelan, spoke. His voice was a low rumble, like stones grinding together deep underground.

"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.

“They want this orb? Let them try. I’ll destroy them, especially after what they did to me! I’ll burn them to ash before they touch Katula or the fairies. This orb is power—life, death, everything and it belongs to me now!” Arineth’s face softened, just for a moment, but the fire didn’t fade. “They tried to kill us! Take everything from us and I will make sure they regret it! They would not stop until they burned everything we love. I won’t let their king. Not after what he did to my mother, to Sumani.” He turned to the elders, his voice rising, carrying the weight of a promise. “This orb is ours now, and we’ll use it to protect Katula. But we need to move—strengthen the wards, rally the war

"I swear upon the Moon Goddess that I will protect you for the rest of my life and will be forever loyal, till death do us part." Perhaps that night's moon was too bright, or because his passionate gaze overwhelmed me—we started dating after that. Yet Orion's ring was on his son's neck, when the rings were supposed to signify an oath. Orion avoided my gaze right then, his mouth open but no words coming out. "Oh, the bone ring?" Dahlia smiled with subtle smugness. "It's Orion's present to Emery when he was born. He hopes Emery will grow up strong just like him—"