Orange Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

But before they could speak, the Oracle motioned for them to enter, her eyes gleaming with an inscrutable wisdom. “Come, sit.”, she said, gesturing towards a pair of chairs arranged in front of a small table. Elio and Leonora obeyed, their hearts pounding as they waited for the Oracle to speak. “What brings you to me today?”, the Oracle asked, her voice soft but commanding. Leonora took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. “We… we need to know. Our daughter… She’s been… involved with the Moonlit pack. And we need to know…”

“Your heart will rupture, your blood will boil in your veins, and your soul will shatter. Slowly. You’ll wish for death but it won’t come swiftly.” I swallowed. The oath was in some old dialect—ancient, vowel-heavy, with a rhythm like a drumbeat. I repeated the words as best I could, feeling the power lock into place with each syllable. By the time I finished, the red light in the circle flared. I gasped in shock because I honestly wasn’t expecting anything to happen. I stumbled back as the leader stepped into the glow. “You are one of us now,” he said. “A Forsworn initiate. Until death or deeper.”

I chose the right path, and now I must pay the price. “Now it’s time to swear your life to the pack,” the Minister said, pointing to the knife and the burning flame. “Just drop a few drops of your blood into that. Your oath will then be bound by the sacred fire.” I nodded and grabbed the knife, I slit my thumb and dropped a few drops of my blood into the flame. The fire crackled slowly at first, but then became ferocious, almost rising up to the sky for a split second before slowly calming down again. The crowd immediately burst into cheers and applause while the Minister gave me a smile. “Congratulations, you are now officially the Luna of GrayCrest,” he said. “Once Alpha returns, he will b

“And you think you can kill me. Is that what they told you? I heard you visited the Grand Witches to ask for help killing me. That's just pathetic, don't you think? If you could kill me yourself, why run to them for help?” He growled deeply. “They weren't supposed to tell you that. The Order had really shifted. I'll kill you and then kill them. They broke the oath of their calling.” “Maybe I'll kill you first.” I ran towards him as fast as I could, hoping to catch him before he could react. As soon as the howl came, Olera opened his mouth to respond to it and I spotted the orb, already in the air on its way to me and I pushed it towards him, hoping that it would hit him just in time.

Her hands dig into the dirty pockets of her old dress until one fishes out a black seed. "I promised you that I would give you a good life before my death. That I would make sure that you have power than any person who desires it. I will not fail my promise, not after putting you through the stress of being a servant," she assures after handing Cara the seed. "Be safe, mother. I will do as you've directed," Cara says in a nervous voice. The Oracle nods before turning to leave. * * * * * * ABEL EVERHART'S POV The Lurkin I picked from the gifts given to her Majesty rolls on the bed beside me, it's big eyes expressing joy from finally being free from it's chain.

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.

In one of the rooms of the Orange Mansion (as it was now being called since the Orange Team had won the Grand Tourney and achieved permanent mansion status), a pale faced Lam was lying on a bed, unconscious but alive. His entire frame was covered with a large blanket, and from time to time his brows furrowed like he was in pain.

“As of now, you have sworn your allegiance to the Heads. You have resolved to lay your lives down for a greater cause, bigger than all of us. Do you all accept to be inducted into the clan of Tomasa children?!” “WE DO!” “And do you swear to protect our cause with your lives and be awarded eternal gratitude?!” “WE DO!” “Then move forth, march into the battle holding you heads high for you are worthy to be granted the protection of The Great Link!” The administrative head had his hands elevated, pointing to the clear skies. A gigantic orange ring appeared, it was so big some could have easily mistaken it for a second sun. As it propelled and shot out massive waves of orange ember, distorting t

“And if you cling to his shadow, then you’ve already chosen exile. There is no room for half-measures here. Kneel or walk away and never return.” For a moment, it seemed they might test her. The courtyard balanced on the edge of blood. Then, slowly, one of the men spat to the side, turned on his heel, and stalked toward the gate. Two others followed, their shoulders rigid with restrained violence. The broad-shouldered male she had struck lingered longest. His jaw worked, his eyes flicking from Nicole’s steady stare to the wolves kneeling around them. Then, with a bitter growl, he dropped to his knees. The sound that followed was like thunder breaking. Howls rose into the air—some fierce, som

"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."