Romans & histoires Black Lantern Oath

The flickering candlelight cast soft shadows on the walls, creating an almost ethereal ambiance that heightened the significance of the occasion. “Today, we gather to witness the oath of our new Luna,” the priest announced, his voice resonating through the hall. “Isla, daughter of the Lockwood legacy, will take her place as the leader of our pack, standing alongside her mate, Liam.” Isla took a deep breath, her heart swelling with pride and determination. This was the moment she had been preparing for, yet it felt surreal. The weight of her responsibilities loomed large, but she was ready to embrace them. The priest began to read verses from the holy book, his voice steady and melodic. The w

He trailed off, not wanting to mention Rowena's name. "I trust you," I said simply. "I always did. I just needed to hear it." From the shadows of a distant corner, neither of us noticed the pair of watchful eyes following our every move, every touch, every whispered word. Lyria cleared her throat, reminding us of her presence. "The oath is witnessed and cannot be undone," she said solemnly. "Ronan of Blackwood, understand fully what you have bound yourself to. If you break this vow—if you abandon Selene for another—your life is forfeit. The Moon Goddess herself will not intervene to save you from the fate you have chosen."

But I let the smirk leave my lips, telling there is more. “And there is the other thing. If you don’t tell us, we will have a dark witch perform the enchantment that will not let your soul rest, no Mystic Kingdom afterlife for you. So complying is really your only choice.” I growl. Tobias looks at me shocked but proud and my sweet mate purrs at me in delight. Talon’s blood loss is increasing but the sentiment of thinking his soul won’t go to the Mystic Kingdom, where all werewolves work for their souls to go, really has him contemplating his life choices. But before he answers there is a private mindlink.

I stopped waiting for him to repeat it then continued. “I pledge my allegiance and take my oath to serve and protect the throne and all who come before me as Lycan and as wolf, I will honour my elders and my fallen and I will rise above the evil that bestowed itself upon this throne, No harm will fall upon the lycan race and we shall thrive and prosper” I stop one more time, Ricky repeats word for word and I finish the incantation. “Oh Goddess above whom gave life to our kind, hear my pledge, my oath and accept my rein” was the last of the written words.

My folks are standing behind me, and I make a small speech to the warriors. “Thank you everyone for joining us today. As you know, our pack finally has an official Luna.” I said smiling. “Now that she is an official ranked member of Blackstone, we are able to further solidify her position by having her take the blood pact. Does everyone agree?” “Yes, Alpha!” I turn to Thalia, and begin, “Do you Thalia, Luna of Blackstone, swear to the Moon Goddess to keep the knowledge of the abilities she grants you in secrecy, only sharing with the other warriors within your pack and with the fighting ranked members within your pack?”

“But I need to know why it's bad news.” “You ask very peculiar questions, Layla,” Clara said. “Yeah.” I forced a small smile. “I didn't really have an active childhood.” Clara nodded knowingly. “You see the thing about the blood oath is that it's made only by those desperate and hungry for power or by those who happen to find themselves at the end of their rope with no other choice whatsoever.” “Okay? Tell me more.” I prompted. “There's light and there's darkness, Layla and in everything and everywhere you go, you find these two forces always contradicting each other. We often talk about the moon goddess but we don't often talk about the other one…” She trailed off.

“And if you cling to his shadow, then you’ve already chosen exile. There is no room for half-measures here. Kneel or walk away and never return.” For a moment, it seemed they might test her. The courtyard balanced on the edge of blood. Then, slowly, one of the men spat to the side, turned on his heel, and stalked toward the gate. Two others followed, their shoulders rigid with restrained violence. The broad-shouldered male she had struck lingered longest. His jaw worked, his eyes flicking from Nicole’s steady stare to the wolves kneeling around them. Then, with a bitter growl, he dropped to his knees. The sound that followed was like thunder breaking. Howls rose into the air—some fierce, som

For the first time since the war began, Blackthorn felt defeated, fear glimmered in their eyes, they couldn’t fight as they had been surrounded and any wrong move would have led to the death of the Alpha’s son. Helpless, the Alpha fell to his knees and offered something else instead; a blood oath that could neither be broken by time, war or love. Harttman accepted it under their own terms. The oath was sealed under the blood moon The oath state that the Blackthorn’s heir would forever be bound to Harttman’s surviving daughter and the union would be the price for peace. It said should the bond ever be broken or rejected the bloodshed would return in tenfold and finally, if the heir of Harrtma

Moonlight pooled there, molten silver and impossibly bright. They did not mix the lights. They brought them close, closer still, until the air between them thickened — mist becoming veil, veil becoming mirror, mirror becoming doorway. Thorn’s voice carried the weight of blood and history: “By blood invoked.” Kira’s answer rose soft and solemn: “By oath remembered.” “By the elder groves and the hidden wells,” Thorn continued. “By the sky that keeps the secrets of the moon,” she replied. Mara did not close her eyes.