Heavenly Pact Novels & Stories

“We are not heirs of thrones.” “We are heirs of choice.” The Pactroot pulsed once more. It absorbed the offerings. And in its place, a soft hum began. The ground breathed. The sky bowed. And across the realm—from the Faewinds to the Iron Valleys, from the Redstone Coast to the Hollow Wards—every creature, born or bound, felt a warmth stir in their chest. The land had heard them. And it would remember. They called it the Living Pact. Not a document.

Across the bare aisle, King Aldric stood proudly with Lyra, his silver-streaked hair catching the pale winter sun, his rugged expression full of a quiet, deeply respectful devotion that left no doubt about the absolute sovereignty of their partnership. The high priest of the northern valleys raised his ancient, weathered hands, his deep voice carrying flawlessly through the crisp mountain silence as he began the opening invocation of the First Pact’s new foundations. “Today, we celebrate not raw power, not territorial conquest, but a love that chooses freely,” the priest proclaimed, his words echoing off the stone walls. “Two sisters, two distinct futures, starting together on the same line.

What was this insanely attractive demigod up to? “I think we both need some hangover soup before our visitation”, he said smiling pleasantly. “Our visitation? To whom?” Rissa questioned suspiciously. She looked into Adrian's eyes and wondered desperately what he was referring to, they hadn't planned any trip for that day at all. He made for the coffee maker and brewed them both some. He brought the cups and handed one over to Rissa. “Our visitation to Golden Fingers, Liam, has been released as we planned”, he said, smiling pleasantly.

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

“And also, you have to sign a nondisclosure agreement stating that you will not talk to anyone or tell anyone about the contact marriage or the details of the contract-” “Ummm so I might have already told someone about it but trust me she’s my best friend and she would not tell anyone I promise.” I interrupt Nathan from completing his words. “And It shouldn't count as a breach of the contract since I haven’t even signed it yet so she is an exception,” I said, crossing my hands. The room grew silent. I noticed Henry, Luke, and Nathan immediately glancing at Willam with bated breath while I locked eyes with him not bothered.

“Alright, let’s get this done. I need all the terms on what you both would like to have in this contract. As I was talking to Legion, he mentions how you would like to give this female an allowance of $50,000 a week.” He stops with an confuse look on his face looking at Angel. “I’m sorry hon, but I never did ask for your.” “It’s Adira Black.” “So, is Black really your last name my dear? Oh well, I guess that’s not important because for now on your family name is Tourmaline, but you’ll be know after today is Adira Demogorgon. She’ll be getting $50,000 a week, she’ll take care of the duties that the role of a wife of a CEO, and will there be preforming as a wife in the bedroom in this as well?

She hugged him and kissed him. He told her that the secret of her life is not in running away from it... But in living it with dignity. She told him that she loved him and she didn't want to be away from him another minute. I have come to take you with me! He became a flood of tears, kissed her feet and asked her forgiveness for all the bad things she had done to him. She forgave him from her heart and they would both go together to face life. The two of them chose a new home alone... Roger had made a pact with Lucifer for years. He could break it ??? he had sold his soul? Almost without a doubt, one of the greatest attractions of seeking to make a pact with the Devil, with the Abrahamic dem

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Drop the knife, Rhea, before you bleed the world dry." The voice was not Ash’s, nor was it Lucien’s. It was a chorus, a haunting melody of several women speaking in perfect unison. Rhea stood frozen before the white stone altar, her palm still leaking the vivid crimson that had sealed the blood pact between wolves and vampires. The golden light of the treaty was still humming in the air, but the warmth was rapidly being replaced by a pressure so heavy it made her knees buckle.

It supposed to share trust and commitment, hopes & dreams, a promise to make it throughout our eternal. There was no world, no land, no god or heaven or earth can describe this feeling. I smiled happily and closed my eyes fell asleep on his arms feeling safe. *********************************** How is it?