Covenant Series Novels & Stories

If you are reading this, Zara, then fate has finally caught up with us. My breath caught. Ryker leaned closer, his shoulder brushing mine. “Read it aloud,” he said gently. My voice trembled as I obeyed. The Covenant is not merely a faction—it is a shadow government among werewolves, a secret order that thrives on manipulation and bloodshed. They seek control over every pack, every Alpha, every throne. My pulse quickened. “I knew they were dangerous,” I whispered. “But not this powerful.” Ryker’s expression hardened. “This confirms our worst fears.”

She held still. "The name in the notation," she said. "Covenant was never a bloodline name the way the five are bloodline names," he said. "It's a designation. A description." He held the sleeve. "It referred to a specific kind of bloodline one that had formed not through the traditional vampire succession structure but through a different mechanism." "What mechanism," she said.

"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."

They flooded back. "The Covenant is real. They've been operating for forty years. Started as a government black ops program. Project Inheritance. Creating enhanced soldiers. I was the first successful subject. They gave me abilities. Precognition. Enhanced reflexes. Then they wanted to see if it was hereditary." Sarah grabbed Nickey's arm. Squeezed hard.

A network that exists in the shadows, under their feet, unseen and unbroken. I looked up from the page. Theron sat across from me, reading a report on old communication protocols. He noticed me stop and looked over. “What did you find?” he asked softly. I turned the journal around so he could see. “Read this.” He leaned forward, his eyes scanning the lines. As he read, his expression shifted. He sat back slowly, tapping the page with his finger. “He wrote this here. Right in this room. This was the beginning. This is where the Covenant was truly born. Not as a military force, but as an information network.”

Thank you so much. Jayden Alexander Krigston, the heir apparent to the Falcovian throne is promised to get married to his childhood love Rosaleigh Isabelle Bloemen, the Crown princess of Orbloem. But fate has other plans... Join Jayden to witness all the ups and downs in his journey to fulfil his NOBLE PROMISE. Is this story meant for a HAPPY ENDING? Keep reading. Copyrights © 2020 by B_Iqbal All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotation in a book review.

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.

“What? Are you afraid?” The host looked at Matthew. Matthew gave the faintest nod. “We’ll reverify, then.” The big screen switched to my account information. The people in the venue whispered. “Look at how confident she is. Could the Jackson Group actually have been revived?” “Impossible. In Astrid City, if the Fuller Group wants to destroy someone, they could do so at ease. With a plot of land so expensive rendered unusable, the Jackson Group is doomed.” “She must be completely unhinged after what her husband’s done to her. Anyone would go crazy.”