Covenant Webtoon Novels & Stories

Even if they did have to work a little harder to get the ransom from her tight-fisted father, kidnapping the Paper Widow was an even smarter move than they originally thought. It took Elise a few moments to realize that she was the ‘Paper Widow’. The name confused her at first, but after thinking about how things played out for her since her secret marriage by proxy, she really had only been married on paper. Although embarrassing to have people aware of her folly, the name made sense.

“It protects the world…” “…from Genesis.” The room fell deathly quiet. Marco looked around in confusion. “What does that even mean?” Nathan continued. “If anyone tells you the Covenant is money…” “…they’re lying.” “If they tell you it’s power…” “…they’re lying.” “The Covenant is a choice.” “A choice no one should ever have to make.” The tape suddenly crackled. Then Nathan’s final words echoed through the laboratory. “Trust Gabriel.” “Trust Sophia.” “…and never…”

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.”

“On one condition.” Adrian nodded. “Of course.” Lewis looked directly at him. “You let everyone else walk away tonight.” Adrian thought about it for a moment. Then he nodded. “Agreed.” Elizabeth looked at Lewis desperately. “You can’t mean this.” Lewis didn’t look at her. Adrian extended his hand. “Welcome to The Covenant, Mr. Whitmore.” Lewis stared at the offered hand. The entire future of the war seemed to hang on this moment. And slowly… Lewis reached out his hand.

To covenant. From hate. To love. From nothing. To everything. They'd won. **THE END**

She props her chin on her fist. “You looked proud,” she says. “I was,” I say. “I am. That you chose me after you chose you? That’s more than a matebond. That's a covenant.” Her eyes go bright, but the tears do not shed. “Say it again.” “Covenant,” I repeat, and the word sits in the room like a brick we can build on.

"Like I told you, I’m really busy right now. Don’t you want our sales to rise again? For the numbers to stop dropping? I spoke softly, keeping my voice steady. She nodded slowly as I gave her shoulder a light tap before turning and walking out of the room. She was my Luna now. The blood covenant had sealed that part, most of it, at least. But the final ritual, the one meant to make everything official, had been rejected, saying they was something I need to settle like a part of me was born. That still bothered me what that meant. These covenants were meant for those who weren’t true mates, a way to force a strong bond. But something about ours didn’t feel right.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. A strange feeling settled in her gut. "What news?" she asked warily. Instead of answering, Olivia reached over and tapped the screen. "See for yourself." Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened her browser. And then she froze. There, plastered across the screen, was a headline that made her stomach lurch. BREAKING NEWS: JAMES TURNER AND CHLOE HARRISON – A SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED Beneath it were photos. Pictures of James and Chloe, her best friend, wrapped in each other’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Whispering in each other’s ears like they were the only two people in the world.

"You can't negotiate with a heartbeat, Eleanor. You can only let it consume you." "Shut up, Soren," I snapped. I turned to Caspian, moving into his space, my hand gripping his shoulder to steady myself as the ground beneath us groaned. The contact felt like a lightning rod. "If it’s a neural network born from our data, then the Covenant is its DNA. It’s not just looking for peace; it’s looking for the Veto." Caspian stopped. He looked at me, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps. The proximity between us was suffocating, a mix of the planet's end and the unfinished fire of the sub-basement.