Covenant Book Series Novels & Stories

The ground trembled, and the symbols on the stone circle flared, their light now a mix of gold, white, and silver, as if the world itself were straining under the weight of their choices. Rowan’s magic flared, his silver light pushing against the whisper’s pressure. “We’ve carried worse,” he said, his voice a low growl. “If we’re Makers, we’ll make it right.” The Covenant’s eyes shifted, reflecting his resolve. “Then make your covenant. One of you must bind your soul to the worlds you carry not as a sacrifice, but as a vow. To mend, to break, to choose, knowing the Night will always follow.”

The priest officiated our marriage and in a matter of minutes, he was sliding a ring down my finger and I, a ring down his finger. And just like that, I was married. To a handsome devil. A soulless being. A soon-to-be Bratva. ………….. The after-party of our wedding commenced and there was jubilation everywhere, except, I, the bride felt nothing but emptiness. I stood beside Vincenzo who didn’t utter a word to me, watching as the guests moved around, smiling, eating and clicking their wine glasses. “Ava,” My dad called, moving towards our direction, his shoulder tensed at the presence of Vincenzo but he tried to conceal it.

“The people grow restless, they need hope, they need proof that the king's blood is not cursed.” Kaelric turned his head slightly, “And if it is?” Maevin met his eyes, undeterred. “Then we make them believe otherwise. Belief is power, my king. And power…is what we still hold.” For a moment, silence reigned between them. Not peace—Kaelric had never known peace—but an understanding. An unspoken pact, for if a kingdom could fall on whispers, it could rise on lies, too. “There’s an auction tomorrow,” the advisor said in an effort to lighten the king’s spirit. “I heard the merchant brought in rare magical goods, artifacts, and cursed relics. Perhaps something divine will catch your eye.”

“Daughter of a hidden crown. We have waited long for you.” The weight of her hidden name in their mouth struck her like a blade. Kaelen stiffened, hand instinctively on his sword. “You know me,” Serenya said slowly. “Then you also know the danger in speaking that name aloud.” The figure chuckled softly, like the flutter of wings. “Names are only dangerous when shouted in courts and council halls. Here, in the dark, they are simply truths. And truths are what we deal in.” The Covenant’s emissary produced a small vial of liquid, swirling with threads of silver. “This is Raven’s Draught. One sip binds oath to shadow. You swear upon it, and the bargain becomes unbreakable.”

“He tried.” Adrian replied. “But he only destroyed the prototype.” Daniel slammed his hand against the table. “Enough riddles!” “What is the Covenant?” Adrian looked him straight in the eye. “It is the legal transfer of Genesis.” Daniel blinked. “What?” “It names the rightful guardians of everything Gabriel, Sophia, Nathan, and Alessandro built.” Grace frowned. “That’s just paperwork.” Adrian slowly shook his head. “No.” “It is recognized in more than forty countries.” “It controls research trusts…”

"What can you tell me about Covenant organization?" "Sufficient to confirm what those refugees reported to us. The Covenant has never been of one mind, but only mobilized for the interests they have in common." Morwyn beckoned us to follow her from listening ears. "There's the witches' covens, who want magical supremacy and mastery of Nightshade power. There's the wolf pack, who remember the kingdom as oppression and hope it never returned. And then there's a third group, more sinister, whose ambitions I've never fully understood."

"Genetic markers confirmed. Bloodline verified. Welcome, heirs of the Covenant." Celeste's stomach dropped. "Covenant? What the hell are you talking about?" The cube projected images into the air. Faces she didn't know. Documents in dead languages. Then suddenly—faces she recognized. Her mother. Damien's father. Others from the families. "The Kavanaghs were never the beginning. They were just the latest version. The Covenant has existed for six hundred years. Controlling bloodlines. Shaping power. Making sure the right people rule." Damien went pale. "That can't be real."

Now isn’t the time for a baby when I’m on a freaking destiny quest, and Zane is tasked with stopping a dangerous group of supernaturals. Then Zane’s words come back to me. I won’t be able to leave this realm till I give birth. As much as I don’t want to be on lockdown like that, I know it’s needed. This realm can only be entered or left by someone of the coven. The coven members can’t betray the coven. Zane explained it once. There is some type of loyal blood bond that makes it impossible to betray the coven or Death. If you try, you die before you can even get away with it. With a target painted on my back, I have to stay here.

Cassidy’s expression went serious. “What’s going on?” Riko frowned. “Well, I’m sorry to tell you that the end of the world is coming. The antichrist will be born in June,” Cassidy sighed with a completely straight face. Seriously? She had to call our baby the antichrist? I mean, a blending of our genetics could have terrifying results. Elijah looked confused as he tried to figure out what my wife was talking about. Riko, however, lit up as she got it instantly.

Xermia recognized the cover of the book and he whispered to Thomas and Sigrid. “Are you seeing what I am seeing?” “What is it?” “If I am not mistaken that is the Covenant book!” Thomas interrupted the man’s page flipping, “I know that book! Where did you get it?” “Oh this book, I got it from a far away place called shut up and mind your business!” The man’s arrogance was getting to Thomas, he was an insult away from a complete breakdown. “Oh here we go! Sorry to keep you waiting.” His index finger surfed across the page as he mumbled the words written. He looked up at the ceiling, repeatedly reciting the incarnation in order to cram it.