Covenant Book Series Novels & Stories

Chapter 22 I stepped into my coven meeting and everyone went silent. I was getting strange looks from my priests. I expected this as they were looking at my now blood red eyes with a rose gold tint… Yet, no one dared say a word. I didn’t bring it up either. I just carried on the meeting like normal, as if nothing was different. I educated everyone once again about the amulet and The Others. No one had found out anything that could help us. They were all aware of the extra security and the hope to figure out a way to stop The Others from retrieving the amulet, and opening Pandora's Box. I let them all know I would be in touch with more updates in two weeks.

What shocks the hooded guy is that he didn't expect the result of the birth of his child this early and for it to actually birth two entities. There are two infants, birth from each side of the coin. The birth of these children brought changes to the book of the living. 'Destiny' is the name of the hooded guy, and he immediately opened the book and there is a new page appears on it. He couldn't understand how it happened for them to have this kind of destiny, it wasn't what he planned. He finally understands how it turns out like this, aside from him who oversees destiny, only the creator of destiny can manipulate it.

“I’ll soon turn ninety. I have watched you grow, daughter, and your children, and their children. See it as you taking over; you talk to Willow and come to an agreement when needed. I have waited decades for this moment. Death is usually the only way out. Willow is my early exit.” Zander laughs slightly. “What can she do from here? Someone still needs to be at each coven spot watching over them and passing on orders.” Zander looks at her. Each coven has always had that one leader, usually an ancestor, although sometimes not. When Camille passed on rules, messages and such the witches in charge ensured the covens listened and followed.

“There’s a coven in town. I’ve got a contact who’s very helpful so far. Now, you dodged a bullet when you refused to sign that nonaggression treaty. Don’t mate with Sapphire until she rejects her old pack, or you might as well sign the TWP over to Kilburn. It’s got to do with some treaties that date back to when the town was founded. She’s the key to Kilburn’s stranglehold on that pack and the town. The town’s surviving on the magic of the coven, but it’s struggling under Kilburn’s mission to destroy it and push the last of the special people out of here. If he succeeds, the town will fail.” “So his goal is to make the town fail.” “Yes, through loopholes found in the treaties. But we’re not

When he swallows the fluid I scream. "No.... no. You cannot do this to me. Draco, please." I try to plead with him. However, he could hear me. I go to touch him again as he drinks from the second cup handed to him. however, I am unseen. Inside I shatter knowing that if he drinks from the third, he has blessed the marriage entirely. He will never be able to dishonor the vows that each cup means. "Please, I love you. I cannot live without. Do not drink. You can stop this now. Just hear me" I sob.

I say. With this the King laughs. Looking at him he gestures for Lilah to speak, shaking his head slightly in amusement. "Oh Lincoln. You would now say that, however like I said. It is now time to proceed with the rejection as my witness is now present" she says calmly back to me. "NO! No Lilah.." "PRINCESS Lilah it is to you Lincoln" she snaps back at me. "Princess Lilah, please. The moon goddess has paired us together to strengthen our pack, who would we be to deny her wishes?" I say.

With a snap of his fingers, a small spark of violet energy jumped from his hand to the hearth, and a fire roared to life, casting orange light across his sharp features. He stood there for a moment, watching the flames. The black veins on his hands were gone again, held back by the sheer proximity of the valley’s magic—and, perhaps, by me. "This is where it began," he said, gesturing to a framed piece of yellowed parchment on the wall. "The original contract. It wasn't about money or territory. It was about survival. The first Shadow-Walker was losing his mind to the void, and the first Scribe was the only one who could tether him to the world."

The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze. His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room. “Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?” A brief silence followed. All eyes were on Adrian. Without hesitation. Without pause. “Yes, I do.”

One by one, they called out names: lost siblings, erased lovers, buried stories. The Covenant did not attack. They withdrew—faces unreadable. Rowan stood in their wake. “They’ve lost their power,” he said. “Because now we remember despite them.” --- Epilogue – The Archive's Reckoning Back in Venara, Marisol read the reports. “The Covenant has been exposed. Not destroyed. But weakened. Our task now is to finalize the Charter—with protection.” Brynn added, “And with testimony.” Avena handed her a sealed record. “Let Rowan speak before the Council. Let his lullaby open the Charter itself. Let memory begin there.”

Stalls reopened, children’s laughter returned to the alleys, and banners were strung from balconies, bearing the emblem of the new covenant: a flame enclosed within an open eye. Michael watched from beneath the shade of a high arch. His robes were plainer now, the golden embroidery replaced with the blue of humility. Arthur stood beside him, sharpening a blade but more out of habit than preparation. The danger had passed—at least the visible kind. But in their hearts, they all knew that rebuilding trust required more than silencing tyranny. Catherine emerged from the temple’s inner sanctum, carrying a newly scribed tome. It bore no name on its cover—only a blank white surface. “It’s ready,”