The Covenant Cast Novels & Stories

During their honeymoon in Italy, Autumn and Sadie’s blissful new marriage is instantly shattered by a violent car crash. Autumn dies at the wheel, while Sadie falls into a deep coma. Months later, Sadie begins to wake up, but doctors warn that the immediate trauma of losing Autumn could permanently shatter her fragile mental state. Desperate to shield her, Sadie’s parents uncover a closely guarded secret: Autumn had an identical twin sister, Willow. Willow is a stubborn, sharp-tongued mechanic who ran away years ago to escape her controlling family. She flatly rejects their insane proposal to impersonate her dead sister. However, the moment Willow sees Sadie in the hospital, an overwhelmi

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

She had been waiting for this. The raven landed on the battlement before her, feathers slick with rain. Tied to its leg was a strip of parchment sealed with wax in the shape of a broken crown. She knew that sigil—it belonged to no noble house but to the underground order known only as the Shadow Covenant. They were mercenaries, informants, and assassins, their allegiance bought and bartered by bargains whispered at midnight. Serenya hesitated. Her father had once told her that every choice made in shadow would someday demand a price in light. She broke the seal anyway.

The ground trembled, and the symbols on the stone circle flared, their light now a mix of gold, white, and silver, as if the world itself were straining under the weight of their choices. Rowan’s magic flared, his silver light pushing against the whisper’s pressure. “We’ve carried worse,” he said, his voice a low growl. “If we’re Makers, we’ll make it right.” The Covenant’s eyes shifted, reflecting his resolve. “Then make your covenant. One of you must bind your soul to the worlds you carry not as a sacrifice, but as a vow. To mend, to break, to choose, knowing the Night will always follow.”

"Genetic markers confirmed. Bloodline verified. Welcome, heirs of the Covenant." Celeste's stomach dropped. "Covenant? What the hell are you talking about?" The cube projected images into the air. Faces she didn't know. Documents in dead languages. Then suddenly—faces she recognized. Her mother. Damien's father. Others from the families. "The Kavanaghs were never the beginning. They were just the latest version. The Covenant has existed for six hundred years. Controlling bloodlines. Shaping power. Making sure the right people rule." Damien went pale. "That can't be real."

She had been wrong. It was about a past buried beneath blood oaths... a past that had never truly ended. The Shadow Covenant was not merely an organization. It was a philosophy, a way of viewing the world that rejected the constraints of Council law and pack tradition in favor of a more primal understanding of power. Kaelen Voss had been its most visible proponent, but he was not its originator, merely its most recent champion. The Covenant had existed for centuries, operating in the shadows, manipulating events from behind the scenes, waiting for the moment when the world would be ready to accept its vision of a new order.

“I don’t know, Elias.” His voice cracked slightly. “She didn’t say. The boat was leaving. There were Cassano men watching the dock. We didn’t have time to stand there and talk.” He rubbed both hands over his face. “I took the money.” I looked away. “I took it,” he repeated. “And I kept my mouth shut.” “For nineteen years.” “Yes.” “You watched me grow up believing she was dead.” His eyes met mine. “Yes.” “And you said nothing.” “I was afraid.” “You were paid.”

I feel like I'm even sticking more to this pact than he is. "Selene" "Fabrico" "Come here" Fabrico had his arms opened for me. Asking me to run into it for shelter. To confide in. I shook my head. "We shouldn't. " "Why not?" "It's not a part of the Pact. We're breaking..." "For fuck sake I don't care about the pact!" Fabrico gritted in between his teeth. I was silent. Is he getting attached too?...I held unto his hand and he pulled my small body into his. His arms went round me, placed a kiss on my forehead, my eyes, my lips.....All over my face. "Let me take care of you" He muttered into my hair.

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

“Sadly, the witches than co-operate and many of them created a group called the covenant, just like the pack. The covenant is the sanctuary for every witch.” “But not for the spell caster.” I said to him, so obviously, since he never mentioned any spell caster. Elm chipped in, he gave more to this intriguing story, “Yes, because the spell caster doesn’t have a good relation with the witch, don’t get me wrong, there are a small portion of them that co-existed as one, they called themselves just as sorcerer.” “Fascinating, so it’s like the witch makes the covenant to strengthen their power against the spell caster.” I make a conclusion from both of their story, and it seems I was right.