Covenant Book Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had always been able to read Alpha Theo's moods, but tonight, the alpha's expression had been a mask of mystery, which was strange. Elijah decided to do some digging, to see if he could uncover what was really going on. He made his way to the coven's library, a vast collection of ancient tomes and dusty scrolls that held the secrets of their kind. He and some of the dragons in the coven had created this library. However, Elijah had never been one to read the books there. He just didn't have enough time to spare. As he browsed through the shelves, Elijah's eyes landed on a particular book that caught his attention. It was an ancient text, bound in black leather and adorned with strange sym

If anyone could be able to get into the Vampire Kings Castle it would be Cordelia, his grandmother. Cordelia - My grandson Ares has asked me to go to my son's castle as life seems to fall apart and upended in the Werewolf Kingdom. My granddaughter appears to be in the hands of King William. Almost every pack in the world has a dead Luna, and almost every pack's Alpha is insane. Cordelia's husband was King before my son, so I'm bringing him with me to help Alexander the 2nd and Ares. We need to restore order to the Kingdom. My son needed to be healed, and my granddaughter needed to be found. There is plenty of work to be done, and no time to do it. My husband and I have been packing all morni

I know that’s horrible to say, but there are just some days I’m not in the mood to hear about the coven. I love my coven. I do. They are a fantastic community, but my whole life revolves around the coven. I’m part of the bloodline created to help run the coven and maintain the coven’s realm while maintaining its magic as well. I’ve spent so much time learning about the coven, its history, traditions, ceremonies, and its secrets. I’m happy to serve my coven. I’m proud to be my father’s daughter, the granddaughter of Death, but damn sometimes, I just don’t want to deal with or hear about coven shit.

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

“One last question in case this is our last time seeing one another… Since I am sworn to protect your bloodline, you wouldn’t happen to have any family members more closely related to your great great grandmother would you?” “No, She had one child, my great grandmother, who only had one child and so on.” I explain. “And do you have any siblings?” “No, I’m also an only child and my mother is well past childbearing age.” “Shit, so you are the last of the bloodline…” He mumbles before closing the distance between us and dropping down on one knee in front of me. “What are you doing?” “You are the last Lavina witch, little one… I'm officially bonding myself to you” he explains, his eyes shining w

He just put a hand on Caleb’s shoulder. "The contract has changed, Caleb," Zade said, his voice like a grinding stone. "I was going to let you live in your little kingdom. But you tried to kill my Luna." "Zade, wait" Caleb started to beg. "The Eclipse has risen," Zade interrupted. "And your sun is setting." Zade didn't kill him. Not yet. He looked at me, a silent question in his eyes. He was giving me the choice. I looked at Caleb, the boy who had promised to love me and the man who had tried to murder me. I didn't feel love. I didn't even feel hate anymore. I just felt finished.

"We use what's available. When it stops being available we find something else." I watched his face. "What is the Covenant?" I said. He looked up. Something shifted in his eyes. The first real reaction I'd seen since I walked through the door. "You've been doing your homework," he said. "Answer the question." He was quiet for a moment. "The Covenant," he said finally, "is considerably older than your family's problems with each other. Considerably older than Gerald's ambitions. Considerably older than anything you've spent the last seven years building toward." He looked at me steadily. "What Gerald has with us is a footnote. A convenient arrangement with a willing participant." A pause. "We

"There are still names the world hasn’t learned to fear." Maybe that’s the next book. Maybe they’ll come from Echo’s exile. Or the children of the Circle of Ash. Or something darker—buried beneath what even Umbra forgot. But I promise you this: The fire’s still burning. And the map still remembers. ~~~~~ When I first imagined the world of Bound by Vows and Vendetta, I wasn’t thinking of kings or crowns. I was thinking of wounds. The quiet kind that don’t bleed, but shape you just the same. I wanted to tell the story of a girl raised in glass and fire, and the boy who chose to burn rather than inherit the throne. I wanted to show a legacy forged in knives and silence—and how, somehow, love st

“…really is alive.” Gabriel nodded once. “He has been for fifty-two years.” Amelia looked at him. “Why didn’t he come back?” Gabriel’s expression was solemn. “Because the moment the Last Keeper revealed himself…” “…the Covenant would end.” Elias frowned. “What exactly is the Covenant?” Gabriel looked at each of them in turn. “It isn’t money.” “It isn’t land.” “It isn’t political power.” He paused. “It’s information.” “The kind that can destroy governments, fortunes, and entire bloodlines.”

"The Valerion family stole the throne from the Weavers three hundred years ago. They turned our magic into a crime so they could stay in power. I’m not a rebel. I’m the rightful heir." The man in the bone mask stepped forward. "Your brother has been working with us for months, Isolde. While you were playing Queen, he was learning the truth. We didn't kidnap him. He came to us." My heart shattered. Every risk I took, every lie I told, and every drop of blood I spilled for the "blood pact" was for a brother who didn't even want to be saved. He had watched me struggle from the shadows, letting me walk into a den of lions while he held the leash.