Eternal Covenant Novels & Stories

It had a voice of its own. I staggered back, though I did not release her hand. The earth rolled beneath my feet. Marble cracked under the pressure. It was as if the world itself acknowledged her sovereignty. My own wolf stirred inside me, whispering warnings, snarling at the magnitude of the event, yet even it fell silent beneath the primal call of what had begun. “This is not a bond between wolves,” I said aloud this time, to her, to no one, to everything. My voice carried across the chamber like a drumbeat of inevitability. “This is a covenant.”

"I've never heard of it." "Most people haven't." Lyanna set the envelope on the table carefully, the way you set down something old. "The Eternal Council is the oldest governing body in the supernatural world. It predates every pack structure, every coven alliance, every species agreement currently in operation. The last time it convened was 1923." She looked at Elara. "They called it then because of the threat of human industrialization expanding into traditional supernatural territories. Before that, 1847." "A century between meetings," Elara said.

I am still so aware of his touch and start to feel the need to be touched in more ways by him growing, but the nervousness that the court produces in me starts to wane. ​The woman who performed the Binding last night stands up, she has a kind face even though her teeth are out. I wasn’t used to seeing them and raised my eyebrows in surprise. She chuckles as if reading my mind and begins speaking, “Ms. Astor, welcome to the Eternal Court. I am Eira Caerwyn. We are the head of the Eternal Order. We each play a role in this court. I personally am in charge of lore and the Binding. It is my expertise as I have performed and examined all Binding marriages in the 200 year Accord existence.” She ta

If one of the partners dies, the other partner will follow in her footsteps. The Eternal Life Stone will bind both men and women together. If one betrays the oath, then she will be cursed and die. "No!"I shouted!

The word on her throat had changed again. It no longer said THE END OF VANE. It said: ETERNAL. Vane held her tightly, his head resting against hers. He was shaking, his body radiating a heat that was almost unbearable. “Is it over?” Elara whispered. “The crisis is over,” Vane said, his voice a hoarse wreck. “But the Covenant is permanent. We are linked now, Elara. Your heart beats with mine. If I die, you die. If you bleed, I feel the pain.”

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

Catherine chuckled, "It's one and only a life time chance. Let's go" In the wedding hall, "Now I announce both you as a Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride" with that Timothy Davison kissed Sophie Wilson and announced everyone that they are married. Everyone clapped their hands. Catherine saw Mrs.Wilson wiping her tears. Catherine went to her, "It's okay, I will take care of Sophie along with my brother. If he dares to make her cry, I will punch him" she showed her fist. "Yeah, we all know that you love Sophie Wilson more than your brother" Catherine’s friend Emma teased her. "Of course, she is the best tutor" Catherine smiled.

Cassine said. So I explained it. All of it — not the history, which would have taken days, but the structure. The covenant as a willing agreement renewed, held in the keeper-line's knowledge, verified through the cord. The difference between a cage (held against the thing's will, breaks when the holder fails) and a covenant (held with the thing's agreement, maintained by both sides, the keeper's role is witness and reminder not force). The curious part that had been growing for over a year, oriented toward the warm world, asking questions about hats and birds and the difference between marks on a wall and weight in the chest. Cassine listened with the precision she brought to everything. Whe

Their connection seemed to grow stronger with each new piece they discovered together. As they reached a somewhat secluded side of the room, lit by the soft light of a sunset, Fèmi took a deep breath and said, "This evening is really special for me, Shola. Not just because of the art, but especially because of your presence and that connection we feel sharing our opinions on canvas." Shola smiles, her eyes sparkling with emotion. "For me too, Fèmi. This evening will remain engraved in my memory. It's our ultimate first time !" She pressed in an amused tone, letting out a capricious laugh.

"I'm going to tell you something that not many people know yet. And then I'm going to tell you what I think it means that you felt it." He sat. I told him about the Ground. Not everything, the full pre-covenant account was too large for a single conversation and he didn't have the covenant framework to receive it yet. But the substance: that underneath the covenant network, underneath the pack territories, there was something old and stable that the network was built to interface with, and that the three-line network running at full integrity for the first time in four hundred years had made it perceptible in ways it hadn't been before.