Novel & Cerita Purple Lantern Oath

Wordlessly, he took it and ran the blade on his left palm, before addressing Holly, "I'm sorry. It's going to sting a little." Used to cutting herself to strips, Holly barely flinched as he carved a thin, straight line across her right palm, mesmerised by the crimson streaks cascading through their fingers as Andrei intertwined their hands. "With my blood, I bind myself to you and the family. Honour and duty above all else," they repeated after Rowena, their voices getting swallowed by the thunderous chants of the men crowding the room as they joined them in their blood oath. "Honour and duty above all else!" The men shouted over and over, their euphoria ebbing through the room until Rowena

Every mark glowed faintly against Ophelia’s skin, and with each symbol, her spasms lessened. “This is a soul-tethering ritual, “Scarlet said, beads of sweat forming on her brow. “It’s forbidden. If it fails, we lose her permanently. But if it works, it’ll anchor her until she fully recovers the core of her energy.” Nick clenched his fists. “Then make it work.”

CRASH…. The ceramic vase crashed into a million tiny pieces. “I think I made myself clear when I said I wanted Lucy Noah back in the mansion but you dogs you are telling me that she got away? Right under your noses?” Blaze Noah roared in anger at the muscular men who were standing with their heads hung low. “This is your last mistake, I don’t want you to repeat it again…….get lost and don’t show me your face until you have found her” He spat the last sentence and sent them away.

I repeated quietly. " She has the Luna's mark, the parliament's approval. Wyatt is Rachel's by oath," he said and I finally looked at him. Oath? Usually, alliances made by oath can't be broken without consequences and if he marked her, he can't mark another without risking her. Tears welled in my eyes but I looked away, not wanting Azriel to see me cry. I buried my face between my legs, trying to muffle the sobs that threatened to escape my lips but I couldn't. " You're all things good, and don't deserve this, "Azriel whispered. His hand that gently caressed my skin made a pleasant burn. I stared up to look at him, trying to chase him away from me but no words escaped my trembling lips.

She moved slowly, her eyes darting from Aria to the priestess, her chest tightening. Lucan shifted, whispering into Kael’s ears. “Kael, are you certain of this?” “Yes,” he replied, his voice low and calm, no hesitation. The priestess soft voice rose over the crackle of the flame. “Daughter of Nightfang, lay your hand upon the altar. Tonight, under the fire of the Moon, you will swear never again to raise deceit or harm against Lyra.” Selene’s breath caught. “What?” she snapped, her face hardening. “It’s not enough that you’ve paraded me in shame, stripped me before the pack? Now you’d have me take an oath for this, this rogue?”

Varek stood at the center, cloaked in ceremonial armor, silver embroidery glinting across his shoulders. He turned as she entered. His expression softened. “You came.” “Did you doubt me?” she asked, voice steady despite her nerves. “Not for a second,” he said, holding out his hand. She took it. A priestess stepped forward. Her voice was low, melodic, as she began the ancient words. “With blood and vow, soul to soul, Bound under moon, made whole, By heart, not chain, By power, not pain, We call the bond true, The Luna, the Mate, the Flame, the Moon.”

"The Moon Goddess is the symbol of pure love for all werewolves. She punishes anyone who is unfaithful, and you dared to confess your sins to her? Aren't you afraid of the consequences?" "Also…" My eyes flicked to Luciana's mouth, still stained with the blood from where Jared had bitten earlier, and I snapped, "What the hell did you two think you were doing? Some kind of artificial respiration? Please—I'm not that stupid!" Color slowly drained from Luciana's visage. She grabbed my hand in a panic. "It's not like that—" I yanked my hand free, not giving her a chance to fool me with her lies. Betrayed by the two people I trusted most, I felt so suffocated by the pain that my tears finally fell

The water grew dark; it was no longer water but crimson-streaked, glowing unnaturally in the firelight. It was a solemn binding rite. I could smell it in the air—how the energy of the pack shifted as I seemed to hear those vows threading into the heart of Nightshade. And through it all, Lucien never faltered. His eyes bored into each of them, never cruel. When the last oath was spoken, and the final drop of blood fell into the bowl, Orrin lifted it and carried it back to Lucien. Lucien held it before the gathered wolves. "This is our covenant. By oath and blood, they are part of Nightshade. Any who deny it, deny me."

The priestesses gathered around Olivia again, forming a perfect circle. Zara raised her hand. White fire spun between her fingertips. “To join forces with the Pact, you must take the Red Moon Vow.” Olivia nodded. “I’m ready.” “You are not,” Eun-Ji whispered. “No one is.” Zara continued. “The vow requires blood, breath, memory, and truth. If you break the vow, you die. If you fail the vow, you die. If the Widow takes you first…” Her eyes flicked to Ethan. “Then he dies.”

I responded. He looked annoyed, but he took a deep breath before asking, "Do you really mean it, my dearest Daughter? You know that a promise made by Immortals can never be broken until our soul perishes one day." I nodded sincerely, so he kissed my forehead in hesitation and took a pearl-like stone that emerged from my heart—it was the 'Stone of Oath, also known as the promising stone of an Immortal. He looked sad, but he promised me that he would give it to Dylan as a reward for his honesty and loyalty. It would be up to him if he took it or not.