Pact Book Novels & Stories

Schmidt! I patted his shoulder and pushed myself out of his grip. Calmly, I handed him the document I'd prepared. "I don't trust you. Not unless you transfer all your assets to me." His eyes darted to mine, but I kept going. "I have no children—just you. But you? You've got a kid and another family waiting for you outside. How am I supposed to believe anything you say?" Neil stared at the agreement in silence, the seconds dragging out. Finally, his voice came hoarse and shaky. "Pulling that much money out of the company... it might not be appropriate."

I wrote a message on the last page of the book with her name before I signed my signature on the first page of the book. “Congratulations and thank you for coming,” I say before I gave her the book. “Can we take a picture?” she asks, I nodded. Actually the freebie is cosmetics, Janine sponsored it for my event. The game continued, I can’t stop myself from laughing because the other winners don’t want to leave me. I fix my table and the books. “Okay, what’s your name?” I heard the staff ask. “I’m Paul.” I stopped from fixing the books when I heard a familiar voice. The screams became more loud.

/Alora/ The library smelled musty from ancient leather and parchment. I sat at the center table, listening, as the weight of the past held me down like a hand on my chest. Patrick, as always, started sifting through piles and piles of books and worn-out volumes. His eyes were concentrated and wandering over the documents, full of strength to liberate me from the beast in front of him. I don't know what I would do without him being around. Suddenly, he muttered, "Here," and laid a yellowed sheet before me. "This might be what we need."

I advanced towards it and ran my fingers along the spines, dust whispering under my touch until… My hand stopped on one. It was a council law dictionary. My heartbeat thudded once, hard. Patrick never studied council law. Sophia barely studied at all. And this book… it didn’t have any dust on it unlike the rest of the books. It looked like it was used frequently. I pulled it free. My pulse slowed, my senses sharpening. I opened it and a folded sheet slipped out. Bingo.

“You think cutting us off will scare her? This kingdom survived without your mercy before. We’ll do it again.” Bianca raised her hand, silencing him. Her gaze was steady, unreadable. “Show me the pact.” The envoy slid a thick document across the table, sealed with the fractured insignias of the world’s councils. Its cover gleamed under the fractured light. The Covenant of Peace. Bianca stared at it for a long moment before breaking the seal. The paper smelled of ink and old arrogance. Hours passed in the negotiation chamber. By dusk, the candlelight had grown dim, and the diplomats’ polite masks were cracking under Bianca’s silence.

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

“What will you declare? What shape shall the Pact take under your will?” Ari closed her eyes. Her heartbeat slowed. Then she spoke not from her throat, but from the soul that Mira, Saris, and the others had all helped shape. “The Pact is not law. It is language. It does not command. It asks. It does not bind. It bridges. It does not demand sacrifice. It recognizes it. The Pact must be like the forest diverse, wild, rooted in truth, reaching toward harmony. The Pact is not mine. It is ours. And it grows only when we listen.”

Note; This is the sequel to a book, "The Pact" Read that first before this one for better understanding!! SELENE POV Drip! Drip! Drip! I watched the rain roll down the glass of my car, slow and steady. My eyes kept following the trails it left behind, before moving to another bubble of water. It's getting so close to August, so whatever rain we see now, is a lucky one. We should be out of it by now, whilst enjoying the summers.

They called it The Phoenix Pact. It was not a program, nor a campaign. It was a promise. A covenant between the foundation, its fellows, its facilitators, and its communities. A vow to protect voices, to honor truth, to rebuild trust. It would be signed not with ink, but with action. It would be lived, not just declared.

Like someone else was speaking with him, through him. Selena crossed her arms, keeping her face calm, though her stomach churned. "Then explain it. Because all I saw was you get swallowed by fire and crawl out smiling." Nikolai gave her a look. Not mocking , tired. "The Grave Pact is a bond. Between bearer and fire. Between flesh and spirit. It means I carry him now." "Who?" Mitchell demanded, her hand already on the hilt of her dagger.