The Covenant Cast Novels & Stories

Vulnerable women should be protected. Landon stared at him coldly, his expression unreadable, “Do you still want to discuss the contract terms or you'd rather stay here with a woman you barely know?” His voice was laced with indifference. Ethan was speechless, how could someone be so heartless? “AJ, get her out of here!” Landon instructed. “Yes, President Ferguson,” AJ responded, stepping forward. “Don't let them take me, they're going to kill me!” Mabel cried dramatically, clinging onto Ethan's arm like he was her savior.

Raven answered, her voice unwavering. “And do you, Killian Thorne, son of war and keeper of shadows, vow to uphold the sacred pact, and lead with truth?” “I do,” he said, his gaze never leaving Raven’s. As their hands met above the Moonstone, a beam of pure moonlight cascaded from the sky, illuminating them both. Their marks glowed in unison—one fiery red, the other icy silver—then merged into a single, blazing gold. Gasps rose from the crowd. The pact had been accepted.

Because Aria’s words didn’t need debate. They needed digestion. Cassian stepped forward now, joining her at the center. He didn’t speak. He just extended his hand. She took it. Not as endorsement. As alignment. And as the room lit up with activation pings from every personal node across the city receipts of the new covenant’s binding terms Aria whispered to him, so soft only he could hear: “They’ll call this surrender.” Cassian kissed the corner of her mouth. “No. They’ll call it unforgivable.”

“Speak the last vow.” She inhaled and declared: “We are Crimson Moon, three hearts, one beat.” I raised her hand; she raised mine. And I watched: The Dawn council had finished. The covenant was made. But peace, true peace was only just beginning.

Before anyone could react, I grabbed the remote, connected my phone to the TV, and cast the screen. The room lit up with Nora’s own voice, gloating about her nights with Michael, including details of their bed and their trysts in the car. There was even a video of the two of them together. I pressed play. "This," I said, my voice cutting like glass, "is better than any divorce certificate."