Covenant Series Novels & Stories

After stammering for a long time, Pino gritted his teeth and finally said, "Signore, the port doesn't belong to the Cecere Famiglia anymore. It now belongs to the Valentini Famiglia." Luca's face fell. "What? What do you mean by that?" Pino continued, "The Cecere Famiglia and the Valentini Famiglia formed a marriage alliance just a few days ago, and nearly a hundred ports were given to the Valentini Famiglia as a wedding gift. So, all of the contracts and agreements from before are now null and void." Luca flew into a rage at once. In a trembling voice, he yelled, "How's that even possible? Katerina is the only daughter of her Famiglia, and her fate is still currently unknown! How could the

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.”

“They’re aiming higher — global reach, advanced tech, even more ruthless methods.” Petrov joined them, his face grim. “We caught chatter about an emerging network called ‘The Covenant.’ Small cells, extreme loyalty, unknown leadership.” Bain’s fists clenched. “We need eyes on them. We can’t let history repeat itself.” Meanwhile, Elias was back in the safe house, sketching intently. This time, his drawings weren’t just peaceful places; they were battlegrounds — fierce warriors standing guard, shields raised, a family protecting its own. Vulture visited him there, offering quiet encouragement. “You’re becoming quite the artist.”

“This isn’t just a different time that we were from, but a different place as well. I think they have a different history altogether. They still have slavery, and the civil war never happened. It wouldn’t surprise me if they had an alternate history for everything, including religion. We should be very careful, once this is over, we need to leave.” The pastor stepped over to the side of the stage, dipped his bible in fuel oil and raised it up for the crowd to see. He put the edge of the book in the flame of a torch and lit it up to the cheers of the crowd. He then stepped to the edge of the stage and tossed the burning bible onto the wood pile and set the fuel oil ablaze. The wood pile lit u

Having Death and I on excellent terms will be useful when it comes to Everly’s future and the future of her baby brother. Blaine and Zara are mingling around the room as coven members pay their respects to them. Even though Blaine and Zara will still be around, they won’t be involved with much anymore. Anything they are involved in will be either because they are helping us with something important or volunteering to help out. I’m not sure they are totally going to give it all up because they loved running the coven. They were good at it. I used to have the same faith in Cade and Blair, but lately, I’m worried about them. Cade, I know, can run the coven. It’s what he’s spent most of his life

Lucien's knowledge of vampire politics kept me from making fatal social mistakes. And my own power, my own conviction, reminded them all why they'd come. The United Covenant was signed on the seventh day. A treaty establishing cooperation between supernatural factions and human governments. Protection for supernatural beings in exchange for transparency and accountability. Rights and responsibilities for everyone. It wasn't perfect. Nothing that ambitious could be perfect. But it was a start. Viktor Draven had surprised everyone by becoming one of the Covenant's strongest supporters. Humbled by his defeat, he'd thrown himself into the work of redemption. He now served as liaison between trad

They woke instantly, their eyes clear, their power humming just beneath the surface like a reactor on standby. Barzil looked at me. Then he looked at the door. "We are bound," he said. His voice was deep, carrying the finality of the grave. "By blood. By magic. By body." He stood up. He didn't bother to cover himself. He looked like a god of war painted in shadows and starlight. He reached for his sword, the metal singing against the scabbard as he drew it. "We are the Covenant," Barzil declared. He looked at us—his Pack, his Queen. His jaw tightened until the muscles stood out in sharp relief.

Dahlia, Seris, Xander, Rafael, and I stood in a tight circle. “It’s calling,” Seris whispered. “Not for destruction but for reckoning.” Dahlia traced a pattern in the dirt a spiral linking the seven sigils to a central point. “The Rift’s echo is drawing on our unity. It wants us to weave one final covenant.” I looked at each face: determination, fear, hope. “Then we give it,” I said. “One more bond.” 3. The Covenant of Gates We each stepped to a pedestal. I laid the Echo Sphere on mine. Rafael placed his sword’s hilt on his. Dahlia offered her ever-burning lantern. Seris laid down a crystal bell. Xander set down his crest ring.

"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

“‘The true power behind it is called The Covenant.’” The room went completely silent. Elizabeth whispered, “What is The Covenant?” Victor looked shaken. “I’ve heard the name before.” Daniel frowned. “From where?” Victor answered slowly. “Old intelligence files… classified material.” Lewis looked at the report again. “My father believed The Covenant has been controlling global financial systems for nearly a century.” Emma shook her head. “That sounds impossible.” Alexander finally spoke again. “It isn’t.” Everyone turned to him. Lewis stared at his grandfather. “You knew about this.”