Purple Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

Then, carefully, he took Lyra's hand and made the same cut. The moment their blood touched, light exploded through the circle. Not the destructive white light from the Shard's destruction. This was different. It was warm and golden. It spiraled up from where their hands joined, wrapping around them both in ribbons of pure magic. "The vows," the priestess prompted. "Speak them now." Ronan began, his voice steady despite everything. Ancient words that spoke of binding and choosing and promising forever. With each phrase, the light grew brighter, stronger.

“Step forward, and swear your vows.” Morgan and I stepped into the circle, the full moon bathing us in its glow. His thumb traced my wrist as he spoke, his voice low but audible, meant for every ear present. “Alora Lance of the Crimson Order Pack, before the Goddess, before our pack, I pledge my life to you. My strength will shield you, my blood will answer yours. I will love you in fury and in peace, in sickness and in health, and I will protect you until my last breath.”

Xander set down his crest ring. One by one, we spoke aloud our vow: Ophelia: “I bind memory with mercy.” Rafael: “I bind courage with compassion.” Dahlia: “I bind vision with truth.” Seris: “I bind silence with choice.” Xander: “I bind strength with honor.” At each vow, the sigil glowed brighter. When the last vow was spoken, the sigils converged in a beam of violet light that shot upward into the sky, piercing the haze.

“There’s more. Tonight, the Elders demand we partake in the Midnight Pact. If we refuse, they will strip us of our bond before it settles permanently.” Rage flared in Luna’s chest. “They want to control something they can’t even understand.” Kael turned her around, pressing their foreheads together. “Then we give them a show they’ll never forget.” — That night, the Ritual Hall burned with hundreds of candles. The Midnight Pact was not just an oath—it was a claiming. Luna was dressed in nothing but a translucent silver robe, her body painted with ancient symbols of unity and submission, dominance and desire. Kael wore ceremonial black, his chest bare, tattoos pulsing with heat.

"You are the symbol of our new peace. The oath we will forge will bind our fates together, for better or worse." Selene’s heart pounded in her chest, the weight of the ritual pressing down on her. The Soul-Oath was a cruel thing, an unbreakable bond that would make her life—her soul—his. The ritual was ancient, powerful, and irreversible. As Kael’s hand moved to place the ceremonial seal on her wrist, Selene felt the sting of the glyph’s ink, the sharp pain of it burrowing into her skin. Her breath hitched. *This is it.* The bond was beginning, and there was no way to stop it.

"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, for those who went back on the promises would end up the most painful death. "Yes, 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.

This pack just got weirder and weirder by the second. "I, Alpha Adam Grimmwolf, swear upon the moon that I will devote my life to protecting Alpha Rose Lupus. If it should happen that I should break my promise, then I will be poisoned by the breakage of this oath and die." Hectic. The rest of the pack members pledged this pledge too. Each giving themselves a cut and dropping their blood into the bowl... Even Scarlett. The bowl was then set in the middle of the table and then set alight after Deamian made a silent chant. The flames then turned blue and then purple. Then the flames and the blood disappeared.

“Once invoked, this Oath will bind more than hearts. It will channel the remnants of the Crimson Moon’s divine favor. Are you prepared?” Aria and Kael stepped into the circle, their hands clasped together, palms facing up. The crimson glow intensified. “We are,” they spoke in unison. Luna raised a carved obsidian dagger and made a shallow cut across each of their palms. Blood—his dark and hers light—dripped into a bowl of moon water. As the droplets mixed, a sharp hiss echoed through the chamber, and the runes blazed to life. “Repeat after me,” Luna intoned, her voice carrying ancient weight.

"I, Prince Ron, swear upon the Earth Spirit, keeper of nature, that I will willingly give my body to Prince Kayziel in exchange for the lives of my family. He will heal them, and he will not harm them before or after the transfer of my soul. If Prince Kayziel breaks this sacred oath, please expel his soul from my body and grant my husband the power to inflict the worst kind of pain imaginable on him. May his soul be sent to the deepest part of the underworld, where he will be tortured every day, never to be reincarnated for eternity." Prince Kayziel’s eyes widened in shock as Prince Ron finished his oath. "What the hell was all that for?!" he shouted, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief.

So the little dragon took a small box from his pocket with a bracelet, it was delicate and silver with some thin red threads twisted together with the metal. And so he began to explain. "When a dragon makes an oath, and it involves some part of his body...." he took the bracelet out of the box and wrapped it around the platinum girl's wrist in a gentle way "he cannot break it, and if he breaks it..., his heart can be turned to ashes." He closed that little bundle and then turned his gaze to the eyes that resembled amethysts with a certain zeal "and if one day, I happen to break the oath I am going to make to you now..., those red strands will turn to ashes, just like me."