Novel & Cerita Purple Lantern Oath

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."

The man in the bone mask turned and ran into the darkness, leaving Leo behind. Alaric turned back to me. He scooped me up into his arms. He was warm. He was real. "I have you," he whispered. But as he carried me toward the throne, a loud horn sounded from outside the palace. It wasn't the royal horn. It was the horn of the Umbra-Knights. I looked toward the window. The sky wasn't dark anymore. It was purple. Thousands of black banners were moving toward the palace. The rebellion wasn't a small group. It was an army.

"This is worrying. I cannot believe you know what to say about the-" Amethyst cut in, "From today onward and until death do us part, Luveas is mine and I, Amethyst, am his..." "Wait, that's a wrong oath!" Tiny Kin flailed his hands, urging her to stop. His face turned pale and so did every one that heard the oath. But, Amethyst closed her eyes, ignoring them all. "This day and these people of Ancea shall be the witnesses for our union. Luveas shall be granted freedom to roam Ancea just as I."

Alpha Lithon from the Blue Paw pack steps up besides me with his mate, his eyes determined. “We will swear on behalf of the Blue Paw pack.” He says, his Luna squeezing my hand with a small smile. They go first, Liam coming in as the Blue Paw leadership makes the oath. We follow suit, and then Queen Yrina steps forward, making the room murmur again. “I will make the oath on behalf of my people. For too long have we dwelled within our own lands, too afraid to come out and meet with other species. I hope this is the start of change and we can be welcomed once again.”

The first line gleamed boldly: We are not many packs. We are one people. This blood, this vow, this day, makes us unbreakable. From the summit torch, Aria lit a flame and placed it in the basin carved into the table. Fire leapt to life, flickering against the thin dawn air. Tradition demanded that no oath be made without flame and blood. She drew the ceremonial blade across her palm, steady and unflinching. Blood welled, bright as sunrise. She pressed her hand to the scroll. Her mark glowed, seared into the parchment like fire catching tinder.

“Long story short, the blood witch extracts blood from both parties and blesses it. Once blessed she mixes them together and pours it over a ceremonial candle. As Dante is the one making the oath of loyalty to Mykel it’s our packs candle that’s to be used.” “Ok I understand but how do you know it’s worked? If it’s his witch what if she just says some fancy words, puts on a magic show but hadn’t actually done it?” I couldn’t help but laugh at her scepticism. Though had I not known all there was to know I guess I would have been sceptical too. “When the blood is poured over the candle and both parties have recited their oath it will ignite. Once ignited the one requesting the oath is magically

“…that from this night forward, my loyalty belongs to SilverShade Pack.” The torches crackled in the silence. “I swear to protect this pack, serve this pack, and never betray it.” The crowd watched her like hawks. “If I break this oath…” She paused only for a breath. “…I accept death as my punishment.” The square fell silent. Elder Markus began speaking, reciting the ancient words of the Luna oath. His voice echoed through the square. “From this day forth, before the full moon and the witnesses of SilverShade…”

I asked. Dante’s hands moved with the ritualistic memory of an old reader. He produced a chalice, candle wax, and a dagger that had been used in blood pacts so many times the metal had a worn patience. “You ink your names. You cut your palms. The words are read aloud. The first to break the oath — by action or by curse — melts. If it is external, the signer dies. If it is mutual, both die. There are clauses for heirs, for succession, for erasure. It is absolute.” “And the cost?” I said. “You said there’s a way to make it less… savage.”

Elora added, “Teach your children to walk the frost paths with reverence, not fear.” Marcus nodded. “And hold each other accountable. Not just to laws, but to truth.” Alpha Kyle turned back to the crowd. “Let it be known that tonight marks the rebirth of our pact. That from this moment forward, Silverpine walks in step with the frost and the flame. And these four shall be remembered not just as warriors… but as helpers.” Mirelle stepped forward again, holding up a lantern of crystal and ice. “Let the first lantern be lit.” Daniella took it with steady hands, walking to the center of the hall. She raised it high.

Oliver holds his hand out while Rhett tucks the dagger of death back into his belt. “Do you Oliver swear allegiance to me, Queen Lamia? Do you swear to protect and uphold the laws of MacTire? Do you pledge your service to the Kingdom of MacTire and to its people?” Oliver doesn’t wince when I draw the blade down his palm, “I swear to the moon goddess that I shall serve, protect, and uphold the standards the people of MacTire deserve. I pledge my allegiance to you and serve the realm under your rule.” Pressing our palms together, our blood mingles, and the energy from the oath begins to resonate through the both of us, “With this promise you enter a blood pact. Breaking this blood pact will re