The Covenant Cast の小説・ストーリー

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

“But since that’s never been your talent, I’ll settle for retribution.” Bianca’s voice sliced from the doorway. “You’ll have neither.” Enzo’s head turned. Her presence, radiant and merciless, filled the room like judgment itself. She stepped closer, eyes never leaving him. “You’re with The Covenant.” Enzo grinned. “You always were quick. Yes, the Covenant of Ash. Raffaele’s dream, reborn in sharper hands.” “Who leads you?” Matteo demanded. Enzo tilted his head. “You’ll see him soon enough. He has a fondness for unfinished stories.”

Bribed and broke the ribs of old Russian arms smugglers who once supplied the De Rossis. His name didn’t just inspire fear anymore. It caused silence. The kind of silence that follows a funeral. Or a firebomb. Then came his invitation to Maria Dolores. An elegantly embossed letter. Gold seal. Sent by raven—not metaphorically. An actual raven, trained, black-eyed and unafraid. He offered a pact. A split of the Moretti empire. Fifty-fifty. Power and peace. Territory and blood. Because once, in a different lifetime, he had adored her. A child with brass in her bones and secrets in her smile. She was the only thing close to purity Cassian had ever known—and he didn’t want to kill her.

Studing my facial features she continued. "Jayden, your grandfather gave a promise to Queen Camellia, the mother of King Henry to protect their kingdom after the death of her King consort. And as you know about the backstabbing of Edward II. It seems like we are incompetent in fulfilling the promise of your grandfather..." - she sighed a heavy puff of breathe.

"You can't negotiate with a heartbeat, Eleanor. You can only let it consume you." "Shut up, Soren," I snapped. I turned to Caspian, moving into his space, my hand gripping his shoulder to steady myself as the ground beneath us groaned. The contact felt like a lightning rod. "If it’s a neural network born from our data, then the Covenant is its DNA. It’s not just looking for peace; it’s looking for the Veto." Caspian stopped. He looked at me, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps. The proximity between us was suffocating, a mix of the planet's end and the unfinished fire of the sub-basement.

Bohdan asked. “You have great power here, everyone knows of the great Bohdan. Everyone wants you to be on their side,” the zombie vampire replied. “What’s your name?” Bohdan asked. “My name is Rodell.” “Well Rodell, I’m not responsible for you or your clan. I have no power and I don’t plan to join anyone’s group.” “You may have no choice,” Rodell said. “And how do you figure?” “My people will cast a spell upon you. You won’t be able to resist.”

Maren watched him testify with the expression of a man running a count of remaining options and finding the count shorter with each exchange. On the third day they read Aldren Daven's name into the official record. Not as a traitor. As the man who had signed the alliance in good faith and been destroyed for it. Dara read it herself in her precise careful voice and the chamber was quiet in the specific way rooms went quiet when something was being corrected that had been wrong for a very long time.

Even the young scribe Eli, whose courage during the coup had exposed critical lies. Michael continued. "This covenant was not written for control. It was written as a vow—a shield for the innocent, a sword against injustice, and a light for those lost in darkness. Let it be so again." He opened the floor. And one by one, members of the assembly stepped forward. A mother who had once been forced to hide her child’s illness out of fear of ecclesiastical judgment. A novice priest who had considered leaving the church out of despair. A farmer whose land had been seized under false blessing. Each gave a vow.

“They’re aiming higher — global reach, advanced tech, even more ruthless methods.” Petrov joined them, his face grim. “We caught chatter about an emerging network called ‘The Covenant.’ Small cells, extreme loyalty, unknown leadership.” Bain’s fists clenched. “We need eyes on them. We can’t let history repeat itself.” Meanwhile, Elias was back in the safe house, sketching intently. This time, his drawings weren’t just peaceful places; they were battlegrounds — fierce warriors standing guard, shields raised, a family protecting its own. Vulture visited him there, offering quiet encouragement. “You’re becoming quite the artist.”