Black Lantern Oath 소설 & 이야기

“The payments are marked under Elder Moses’ seal.” The silence cracked like a whip. The Oath Around the fire, the Umbra Pack knelt one by one. Renly. Elara. Marrow. Even the hardened scouts and half-wild fighters. Blythe stepped forward, her voice low but fierce. “We do not kneel to thrones,” she said, “or crowns, or empty titles. We kneel to what we choose to protect.” One by one, they placed their hands over their hearts. Xavier came last, stepping into the circle.

CHAPTER 10 Nova Sterling Point Of View “Stop fighting, or I'll break your other wrist!” The guard twists my hand as the mouth padlock on Kieran's jaw closes. His golden eyes - usually sweet like sunshine - now burn wild like a trapped animal. Then, the priest steps forward, raising his hands to the moonlit sky. “Now we speak the oath, by the bond of the soul, the blood of the old, and the law of the moon.” He declares in a deep and steady voice.

Suddenly, a surge of memories overwhelmed her—a vivid flashback to her childhood. --- *Flashback: The Oath* A younger Luna stood in a moonlit grove, her mother, Lady Elara, guiding her through a sacred ritual. The air was thick with anticipation as Luna recited the ancient words, binding herself to a legacy she scarcely understood. "This oath," Elara whispered, "is our lineage's burden and strength. It will protect and challenge you in equal measure." As Luna completed the ritual, a searing pain coursed through her, marking the inception of her hidden power.

Even after I become approximately to be killed via way of means of a vampire—she made me maintain a dwelling. The awakening becomes imminent. Raven slowly stood up. As even though to reveal everybody's gift, he took off the bandage from his neck. Then solemnly, he whispered the phrases of an oath. "...Eli Eli lama saba-chthani. Your blood is my blood; my blood is your blood. Blood getting into the frame to slake my thirst; Yonder God of the heavens, unlock me from this cross; The time for atonement is set to arrive!"

“A blood oath is performed by a witch…” “But not any old witch it has to be a…” “A blood witch. Thank you, Mykel, but you hadn’t let me finish.” Lilith chuckled pecking my lips before turning back to finish explaining to Raven. “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.”

Many years have been put into my plan and no part of it must fail. When I reach the Fountain of Promises, Aleksander and I bow to each other respectfully. He takes the ceremonial blade and holds it out to me. "Alessio Callum Scarfoni, do you swear your life and allegiance to our cause?" Aleksander keeps his gaze fixed on me as if he's trying to see into my mind. "I do." I raise my right hand and pledge. "Then please take the oath." "Luramentum est vita nostra et mors nostra," I say in Latin, which translates to: The oath is our life and our death.

The room rang with the wolves' answering growl, low and unified. Relief and fatigue poured into Darian as his shoulders dropped. One by one, I watched the ceremony repeated. A woman with haunted eyes whispered her renunciation with trembling lips. A pair of brothers, still bruised, spoke with fierce conviction, their jaws clenched in determination. Even the youngest—the boy, none other than Caleb—lifted his chin and spoke the words, though his voice cracked halfway through. With each oath, their blood was added to the bowl. The water grew dark; it was no longer water but crimson-streaked, glowing unnaturally in the firelight.

Students backed away as I approached, eyes wide, whispers sharp. Elias’s smirk widened. “Here he is. The beast himself.” My fists clenched at my sides. “Say it again.” His eyes gleamed. “She’s not worthy. You’re not worthy. You’re blinded by an omega’s scent, and it’s going to destroy you.” My wolf snarled. My chest burned. The crowd waited, breathless, phones lifted. And then I spoke. “Blood Oath.” Gasps exploded around us. The words were old. Ancient. A vow written in the bones of wolves. Not spoken for decades.

“No. Let him hear it.” Lyra’s voice grew louder, carrying across the gathered pack. “When the Sundering came, when fire split the world, who stood unbroken? Not the elves, who betrayed their own. Not the vampires, who fed on the ashes. It was the wolves who endured. Our blood carried the oath to watch, to wait, to guard against fire’s return.” Kaelen stiffened. Her eyes gleamed, hungry and sharp. “So when I see you, fire-born, I do not see an exile. I see the breaking of that oath. I see a curse wrapped in flesh.”