Heavenly Pact Novels & Stories

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

It did not travel. It simply existed. Aurelian felt it within him, as natural as his own existence. “You are order.” “You are purpose.” “You are mine.” The response came instantly, unified across Heaven. “We are yours.” There was no delay. There was no variation. Aurelian’s voice joined the others, identical in tone, identical in certainty. Perfect. A command followed. Not spoken in words, but understood completely. Movement. The stillness of Heaven shifted. Wings extended, not with sound, but with light. Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance.

It was better to be in the hospital instead. ‘Goodbye, Mattie…’ Allison thought to herself sadly as she looked out the window. ‘Be happy, okay?’ ‘I guess miracles don’t exist, after all.’ *** One month later, Matthew sat in the living room of his condo, gripping his phone in his hand. He was exhausted, mostly from finally closing the deal with a partnership that he had been discussing for a while now. Although it had been challenging, he managed to do it in the end, and his father was even proud of him for it.

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -

A knot lodged deep between Damon’s brows while Apollo Sky’s identical cerulean eyes widened upon seeing the changes of the leader of the arch angels before them. ‘This spell!’ Apollo Sky the Loyal lost all the colors left on his ashen face. He had remembered clearly how a high ranking demon died after a blink when his father used this special spell. The name of this spell was Heaven’s Kiss. Though Apollo Sky did not know the entire dynamics of the spell or what conditions to meet in order to use this spell, he knew enough that the arch angels were the ones who could use this and they could not use this more than once in a row.

“We’ve faced memory, fire, identity, sorrow, rebirth, beginnings, and endings. Now, we choose how to move forward.” Xander passed me a scroll. “Our charter,” he said. “A declaration of unity.” I unrolled it: The Pact of Seven Gates, binding us to cooperation, understanding, and guardianship of the magic we awakened. I dipped my quill an obsidian thorn and signed first. 5. A Gift from Duskfall As the sun set, Dahlia led me through the gardens to a small pavilion. There, artisans worked with crystal and flame, shaping a new object.

Bold black letters spelling out something anyone could understand at a single glance: This is a binding agreement between the three Alphas—Alpha Lucien, Alpha Claude, and Alpha Silas of the Fangspire Pack and the Omega, Lilith, daughter of the late Beta Jayden. By this pact, Lilith willingly offers her body to the Alphas, granting them the right to use it however and whenever they see fit. In return, the Alphas shall cover all medical expenses for Lilith’s mother and secure the services of a powerful witch doctor to ensure her healing. This contract has been sealed under the sacred Oath of the Moon Goddess, and any party who dares to break its terms shall face the full wrath of the Goddess h

“Yes. They are on their way. So is my other brother, Adrian and his mate Amber.” “I haven’t met any of them except Reid. I am excited to meet them.” I said. “They will be here later this afternoon.” He said. They will leave after the blood pact is complete.” “Can you explain the blood pact again?” “Yeah, it is a pact kept in secrecy. The Moon Goddess will give gifts to those under this pact. It’s only for the warriors and ranked members.” Aiden said. “If anyone ever tells our secret to an outsider, then the Moon Goddess will take away our gifts.”

Alden lifted the parchment, now thrumming faintly with the weight of three packs’ signatures. “Let it be known,” he said, voice ringing through the hall, “that Mooncrest, Nightveil, and Bloodthorn’s reform council have entered into the Pact of Three. We stand united against the curse web that has fed on our people. We will pull up every root. Together.” A murmur rolled through the room, louder this time, less hesitant. Some faces still pinched. Some eyes are still hard. But the words were spoken. The marks were made.

The searing pain in my chest momentarily faded into the background, overshadowed by the sheer magnitude of her words. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice trembling. "I felt the bond. I felt the pull toward Caomh when I was a teenager. I felt the rejection when he chose Dreda." "You felt a synthetic tether," Lynn corrected gently, tapping her finger against a complex, hand-drawn diagram on the brittle page. "A tether forged by dark, manipulative magic. We call it the Pact of the Silver Moon." Cullen stepped closer to the desk, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the ancient text. "I have never heard of this pact."