Novel & Cerita Orange Lantern Oath

“We stand here not to revive the old order, but to bury it properly.” She looked each woman in the eyes. “The new oath is simple, We vow to tell the truth. We vow to protect choice. We vow to never again let love become a weapon.” The women watched her, breathing shallow, waiting. “No blades,” she said. “No blood bowls.” “No sacrifices.” “No spells.” “No chains.” Just truth. Olivia placed one hand over her heart. “If you accept this vow, not to me, but to yourselves, step forward.” One woman stepped.

Third Person’s Pov "Blood oath?" asked Rosalina. "Are you being serious right now?" Her eyes widened in shock. The blood oath was a brief ritual where one cut his or her palm until one drew blood. The crimson droplet subsequently would be used to make a promise on specific terms. It was a ritual of loyalty. There weren’t many elves who dared to go through this ritual because those who went back on the promises would end up with the most painful death. "Yes, I am very serious right now, Princess Rosalina. I'm sorry, but we have to do this. We need to make sure the talk today will stay within this circle," said Alessa.

Oralie affirms: - As long as you help me fulfill my wish, I swear to forcibly destroy this blood contract. Even if it turns to dust, my soul is broken, and there is no reincarnation. Speaking of the last word, the other eyes were filled with pleading, urgently looking at the person in front of them. Selina pursed her red lips and smiled lightly. All of a sudden, she moved forward like lightning, snatching the gun Oralie was holding in her hand. The movement was as fast as an electric shock, so fast that Oralie couldn't react, but Oralie pulled the trigger, without hesitation.

She only nods her head. “Blood Oath is an Oath of the Noble Members to their Leader. It is a Pledge of Loyalty. A person who took the oath and rebelled against the Leader will be killed mercilessly and brutally.” Her face was full of amusement, as Leon explained. “That means all of your pledges with your life?” She asked, and Leon nodded. “Didn’t you take that oath when you became a member of the Second Rank Nobles? Didn’t you pledge to Lady Amber, your Head Noble Leader?” He asked, full of confusion. Oriana smiled.

Kruger said. "Most painful death?" I asked. Actually I was trying hard not to smirk. Did they think this was the most painful death? Then they are in for a lot of updating to do with their ancient texts. I have more brutal ways. Of course I would not say that out loud. I have to remain in character. I have to make it clear to them that I am the empathetic leader that I actually play to be. "Actually, sire. According to ancient texts, what Orlando did was treason. He had to be torn from limb to limb by the elders." Another vampire elder said to me.

"What do you mean?" She stood, dusting dust from her cloak. "They tricked you. What you two just did was not a trial in the way that you understand. You made an oath." Orion furrowed his brow. "What kind of oath?" "A blood oath, made on emotional sacrifice," she said to me. "The coven compelled you to swear that you'd never harm a witch again. And if either of you ever does, by mistake or by design, the other will be required to kill them."

By the third, her body went slack. I tore loose from the guards and threw myself over Lyra, putting her under me. "Kill me," I said to Ophelia. "Kill me. She's thirteen." "But you're not new anymore." Ophelia smiled. In my arms, Lyra was breathing in shallower and shallower pulls. Her lips were going white. "Ophelia Vance." I said it slowly. "On the day you became Luna, you swore an oath at the altar. On the name of the Moon Goddess. You swore a blood oath — that you would not harm an innocent life outside the pack."

There were fewer than ten gold-level zombie puppets in the Nefarious Deity Sect. Even Orlando, who was berating him, did not own one. Orlando was stunned as he looked at the extraordinary gold-level zombie puppet. He had planned to punish Thorn and Nefarious Deity's Three Slaughterers severely. However, he did not expect Thorn to be so generous to offer him a gold-level zombie puppet, which was good enough to make up for the loss of fifty years of cultivation. It might even be worth more than that. Even though Orlando had regressed to stage-eight martial god, it was really about the amount of vital energy he had lost. He still possessed the enlightenment of a stage-nine martial god.

No matter what, I was imprisoned in this circumstance. The only doubt that remained was whether a tie would bind me: my body or my speech. And I knew which I’d prefer. Knew that I’d do anything, vow anything, to save a child from getting caught up in this horror. I’ll swear an oath. Their heads swiveled, eyes seizing on me with such intensity that it was hard not to cringe. But I had to endure. It must be on the condition that Alpha Orion swears never to touch me. Orion simply stroked his bearded chin and then turned to his mate .If anyone were to learn of this magic, your life would be in danger, my love.

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.