Purple Lantern Oath Novels & Stories

“It was hard to make the matter clear for a while. I can only say that the situation at the time was different. If it were someone else and my wife was you, you’d probably be the same as her. It’s the same concept as doctors cannot heal themselves!” Cheryl said, “Just say it. I’m well prepared for what’s coming.” “Are you sure?” “I’m a hundred percent sure! I’m willing to bear anything.” “Alright!” Lin Yan flicked his finger and a crimson rune appeared in the sky. It was his spiritual blood oath. “I’m willing to make a blood oath to declare to heaven and earth that my love for Cheryl Coney will last forever!” The blood talisman exploded and completed the oath. “Cheryl, I love you!”

was no longer fragile. Zenith shifted beneath me, rolling us so she was above me now, her hair cascading around us like a curtain of violet flame. “Then let’s seal it,” she whispered. It was not a ritual and not a spell but a vow. She placed one hand over my heart. I placed mine over hers. Inferno’s flame pulsed once. Zenith’s lunar light answered. And together we spoke, not loudly, not theatrically, but with absolute conviction. “United in power. United in will. United in flame and light. Unbroken.”

“Years ago, the Pure Crescent pack was gifted the Sapphire orb by the Moon Goddess. To guide these orbs, four Lanterns were positioned around them. How they are chosen is still a mystery to all. However, these four lanterns must work together to maintain peace. That's what makes the Pure Crescent pack the most powerful pack,” Mrs. Lowell began with her narration. “Through the years, everything was well until, one by one, the Lanterns began to get assassinated. Shortly, a mysterious fire broke out in the Pure Crescent pack, killing everyone except Annik. Naturally, he took over.”

The chairs are lined up in front of the stage and Charlotte feels like she’ll pass out if all of these chairs get filled up with people. Yesterday, Azraiel had told her about the ceremony and what she is expected to do. First, Azraiel will tell the crowd about her so that if anyone has any concerns or objections to her joining the pack, they can be addressed and resolved. Usually, no one objects to their Alpha’s decision but the elders do have a habit of questioning his judgment. Azraiel calls it a governance practice. Then, there’ll be oaths and promises incorporating the four elements of nature; Air, Water, Fire and Earth. After that will come a blood pact with the Alpha and the pack makin

"Now do we have a deal or not?" "We have a deal." Garrett pulled out a ceremonial knife, its blade glowing with runes. "Blood oath. The old way. Unbreakable." One by one, we each cut our palms and let the blood drip into a ceremonial bowl. Garrett added his own blood, then began chanting in a language I didn't recognize. The air grew heavy. Oppressive. Power crashed over us in waves, sealing the oath into our very souls. When it was done, I felt the oath settle into place—a weight on my chest, a binding that couldn't be broken without severe consequences.

She pulled Kael close, her lips brushing his. “I love you,” she said, tears falling. He shook his head, his eyes glistening. “Don’t do this.” “I have to,” she said, stepping toward the altar. The crimson light in her claws flared, the Oath’s power surging. Rathar lunged, but Kael tackled him, their bodies crashing into the stone. Aria reached the altar, her blood dripping onto its surface. “Lunara sanguis,” she whispered, the old words burning her throat.

Tonight, I would be visible. The ceremony was interesting, however. For the most part, I sat at the side and listened to uncomfortable gossip among the women. They attempted to draw me into their conversations, but it was difficult when we had no shared friends. Nonetheless, I played along—watching, waiting. When darkness came and the full moon was at its peak, the mates emerged. The ceremony was short but serious. Under the light of the moon, Leah and Bert sliced their palms and pressed them together, taking an oath of blood. A pledge to love, guard, and blend their souls into one, to remain united even in death.

He took my hands, and the pack erupted in cheers. His hand slid to my waist. “Carry yourself properly,” he whispered. “Don’t let them see you’re from the gutters. One misstep… I won’t forgive you.” My stomach twisted. I nodded. The elder who had named me ‘Wolves-Heaven’s Luna’ stepped forward. The hall quieted. “I hereby bind Alpha Merrin and Violet in a Blood Oath.” Gasps rippled through the crowd like electricity. My hand met Merrin’s, shaking.

The priestess turned around, speaking the traditional ritual phrase: - Do you agree to give your lives and souls to each other? -I agree, - Aznar bowed his head. - I agree, - Beria snorted and grinned wryly. - Deamara? - the priestess of the moon looked at the girl expectantly. Deja almost physically felt her sharp gaze. A lump formed in her throat, making it impossible to say anything. After her consent, there will be no turning back. A blood oath will bind you for life. She will belong entirely to the Markats... Helpless tears rolled down the princess's cheeks. Now she couldn't see anything at all. She bit her lip until it hurt, holding back a sob.

She blinked hard, but the impression clung. Lyra whimpered softly beside her. “I don’t want to go up there…” “You won’t,” Adelaide said immediately. “Do you hear me? You won’t.” Her mother shot her a warning look, but said nothing. A hush fell as Elder Thane stepped forward, unrolling the long, brittle parchment. His voice, thin and sharp as a reed flute, cut through the cold air. “By decree of the Pact, by the Seal of Fire, by the bargain struck a thousand years ago—sixteen names shall be offered.”