Blood Of The Covenant Is Thicker นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“This is an overwhelming day not only for my family but for our coven as a whole. I want to thank the Mangata wolf pack and their Alpha, August Mangata for saving Rosalie, Kiada and their children from this brutal attack. Unfortunatly the Alpha was unable to be here today due to him patrolling the areas surrounding our coven to make sure no vampires lives to tell this horrible story and for that I am so thankful. This dreadful event fortunately has further strengthened the treaty our ancestors made with our neighboring wolf pack after the rivalry the Scarlett Blood War thrust upon us, pitting us againt each other, wiping out so many of the wolf and witch bloodlines. After the Scarlett Blood

They smashed their right arms and the blood flow freely from it "In light of the three queen and gods, Divina, Selena and Victoria, a young fellow here in the name of Rody, pledged his loyalty to the service of Madrigals. May your judgement be heard at the moment he betrays his covenant, in this life and the afterlife." They closed their hands together and their blood mixed flowing at the River below them as it dropped from their arms. Joram just watched with uncertainty. Jun all knew what this all about After the covenant was made, Marcus ordered him and and passed what he planned for the siege. Rody for a moment exited with the guards who once his were his enemies

Olivia told her. “Why can’t you change it?” she asked her. “Because the first witch made a blood oath with all non-human creatures.” Olivia told her. “Blood oath?” She asked with a confused look. Olivia nodded. “A blood oath is a sacred, unbreakable oath. It’s like an unbreakable contract. Two parties cut their hand and shake it reciting the terms and punishment for breaking it. Once the blood oath is made, it should not be broken under no condition. If anyone of the party breaks the oath, they would die a very terrible death and, in some cases, their future generation would be cursed for a certain time period.” Olivia told her.

Dominic asked him. Hudson groaned and turned away from them. Ethan chuckled as they all cracked smiles and Cooper shoved his hands in his pockets. “First thoughts were that Gage killed the motherfucker,” Cooper said. “Exactly. I don’t need my brothers at war with each other. Gage didn’t do it and neither did I, but someone carved him up like a fucking Thanksgiving turkey,” Dominic said. “I bet his blood spurted everywhere,” Ethan said as he looked at Hudson. Dominic chuckled as Hudson groaned. “A river of fucking blood and guts. I’ve heard that intestines are slippery as fuck.”

she asked, confused. “When the Blackthorns made a pact with us, it wasn’t any ordinary pact. The contract had been etched in blood, and they were bound to keep it regardless of whatever happened, but they defaulted. When they did, our strongest wolves fell at the battleground, but their future was sealed forever.” “Sealed forever?” she echoed, and I nodded. “How?”

I wondered deep inside of my heart. "We will ride fast on this, I can't control myself with you again," Calvin spoke in between gnashing teeth. I steadied waiting for that thick, long cock of his to penetrate me, as it touched my core, I melted. In one long, steady pull, it got deep, straight inside of me. My lips broke up with a thick flow of air passing through it. I felt my breath going away at this point, no wonder it's said this is the greatest blood covenant.

“You’re doing so well.” His expression softened in a way I had never seen before, like this moment mattered more than he wanted to admit. The priest cleared his throat, clearly still rattled. “By blood,” he said, his voice less certain now, “you are bound eternally.” Dante pressed our palms together. Our blood mixed, warm and wet between our hands. His fingers laced through mine, holding tight. The ritual was intense, primal, more real than anything I had ever experienced. There was no going back from this. This was not just words. This was a covenant sealed in blood.

“Ethan’s cruelty has no limits. Even now, he seeks to control you.” I pulled back slightly, my lips trembling. “Can it be broken?” He looked at me, his eyes blazing with determination. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and certain. “But it will not be easy. A blood oath is ancient magic, and to sever it, we must fight it with blood of our own.” A shiver ran through me. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he said, cupping my face in both hands, “that I will need to make my own vow, stronger than his. I will need to bind you to me—not as a possession, but as a protection. And to do that, blood must be spilled.”

I asked, picking my words carefully. Elias exhaled. “The Covenant was never simply hunting rogue Alphas.” My hands curled into fists because I already hated where this was going. “We were managing bloodlines.” he added. Silence fell, cold and wrong. “No.” I countered, staring at him. “Yes.” he pressed, not trying to soften it. “There are bloodlines tied to older magic. Oaths. Curses. Power structures that predate packs as you understand them.” It struck me at once, “Cassian.” The scar burned once, sharp and immediate.

If they reached out—if they dared to choose love over legacy—then ancient bonds would shatter, and something unprecedented would rise from the ruins. Not peace without cost. Not unity without sacrifice. But a future no longer ruled solely by fear. The elders argued endlessly over the final line, for it was written in fractured script, translated and retranslated until meaning blurred: From blood and moonlight, a third path shall be born— Neither crown nor claw, but choice. And so the world waited. It waited as neon cities grew atop old battlegrounds. It waited as grudges hardened into doctrine. It waited as Maverick Delacroix learned to rule his hunger, and as Odessa Kingsleigh learned to sh