Orange Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

Although, he tried all means, with the pack elders to dethrone me, stating that I wasn't capable, and, that I no longer had a Luna. Forgetting the fact that he was out of the reason Ophelia was no more. I was still mourning my mother, as at then, but I had to secure my pack. Which led me to organize a mating ceremony, with Olivia, as my Luna. I guessed Ethan wasn't expecting that so soon, which was why he suddenly laid low for a while.

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.

"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."

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.

"If they're circling this close to the harbor, they could already—" "They won't move against a simple apothecary shop," Orin said, though something in her voice suggested she wasn't entirely certain of that herself. "It's you they want, Elowen. Or rather, what they believe you carry — proof of their old operations, knowledge of their methods, a witness who's already stopped them twice." "Then I need to go back. Now." Orin didn't try to stop her. She simply reached into the folds of her robe and pressed something small and cool into Elowen's palm — a second lantern, no larger than a locket, the same strange blue flame sealed behind glass.

“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.”

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.