Eternal Covenant Novels & Stories

The financial empire was gone, but in its place stood a network of ethical influence that spanned the globe, fueled by an unshakeable commitment to human integrity. The ultimate legacy of the Covenant was the realization that the cost of ethical stability was the perpetual surrender of the familiar. We had traded financial security for global influence, and the strategic enemy for the ultimate ethical shield. The horizon was perpetual, and the work was constant.

“The foundation of Aeternum, Your Majesty, is built on justice, order, and absolute certainty. It is designed to be eternal.” The agreement was sealed, not with a kiss, but with the mutual recognition of the scale of the political transaction. The weight of the consort had been defined, and Queen Emilia, heavy with commitment, had agreed to bear it. The unification of Aeternum and the Lone Star Kingdom had become personal.

“And I will be willing to love you forever.” “I love you, too… more than my own life, Libulan,” I proclaimed. “I’d do anything for you.” That was enough to put Libulan at ease. Later that night, Libulan and I did a morbid act and allegedly broke a rule meant for Gods. We repeatedly exchanged words of love as we drowned ourselves in the warmth of each other’s bodies. The Balete tree was the sole witness of our eternal vows. Or so I thought.

Comes his reply, and I scoff. “Ellie,” Selena elbows me lightly. “Yes, I would, but you would obviously say no, so what’s the point?” My words seem to affect him. He continues to gaze at me and a sad look crosses his face. “Okay, sure,” He surprises me by saying and I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. Did I just hear him right? “Wait, really?” I finally speak and he nods. Oh my god! He agreed! “At the front gate,” He informs us, and Selena thanks him.

He whispered with a flat smile. “Once I’ve got what I deserved from punishing Lenard, it will be all over. Then, we’re free to live the life we wanted to be.” “Promise?” “Yes, promise.” I linked fingers with him, “We’ll have our happy ever after, as long you remain loyal to me.” “I will.” He laid a kiss on my cheek. “I always will.”

A sarcastic smile breaks out on the incredibly handsome face of the man with fire-colored irises. "Maybe for him, but not for me. We are interconnected, dear." "And for all eternity," Julian completes, looking quizzically at both of them. His sentence causes Shandra to remember one of the several things that was bothering her: "Since I didn't dictate any system of rules before we made the pact, what does that mean? That it is an invalid covenant? Will we need to do it all over again, this time with more details?" Sam scratches his chin. "There have been some people who have renewed their pacts, but for that to even be allowed, you need a very strong reason. Usually this happens when an old m

Yes, I'm scared, but I can't stop myself from feeling this kind of emotion because, finally! I finally got the man I wanted for a long time. But then, was it right for me to give myself to him when there is no certainty in our relationship? It won't be long before I marry him according to our parents' wishes. I don't want to think that he is only being forced into our relationship or that I am being forced into my parents' decision. I want him to love me for who I am. I don't want him to marry me because his parents want him to. I don't want him to marry me because he is forced into this kind of agreement.

"This time we're ready for her." Mr Blake nodded grimly. "And this time, all the key players are here together. You, Thomas, Louis... even Violet." He glanced at Ava, who was staring out the window with a dazed expression. "I still don't understand my role in all this," Louis said quietly. "If I've been reincarnated alongside you both each time, why?" Mr Blake was quiet for a long moment, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. "Because you're connected. All four of you. The bonds formed in that first lifetime were too strong to break, even in death."

Then, from within his cloak, he drew a scroll bound in black wax, stamped with the original sigil of the First Flame—a mark long thought lost. Isabella narrowed her eyes. "What is that?" "The Original Covenant," Michael replied. "Written by the First Altarbearer herself. Hidden by the Elders." Arthur’s eyes widened. "I thought the Covenant was myth." "It was meant to be. But it exists. And it will damn them." The scroll, when broken open, pulsed with warmth and light. Not magic. Not fire. But truth—the unrelenting kind that strips titles, shatters illusions, and ends kingdoms.

“It’s clean. Immutable. But it demands a price.” “Everything demands a price,” I said. A truth, not a comfort. Dante’s jaw flexed. “Not this kind of price. One of us — one of the leaders — must put blood to the ink and swear by it. If the pact is broken, the signer dies. Not by sword, not by betrayal; the world will take them. The contract binds the covenant to the soul.” My hand tightened on the cross behind the altar. There’s a grammar to old deals: the more binding, the more exact the blood has to be. You could write a country into submission with ink, but with certain words you could write a person into death.