Novel & Cerita The Covenant Graphic Novel

Violet POV I stared at the signed contract when I woke, finally believing it wasn’t a dream, I have reread it for the fifth time now and I didn’t know what prompted this generosity from Aleksei but I knew it had nothing to do with genuinety. 20% SHARES TRANSFERRED BY ALEKSEI CARMENE FROM CARMENE LTD TO VIOLET VALE CARMENE. The first thing that came to my mind was to hire Antonio as my right hand man, I needed him close by, someone whose loyalty wasn’t bought with the Carmen coin. I dialed his number and he picked at the first ring .

Elias led the way to an old forgotten map wall and then pressed three points in a particular order on the stone. With a low groan of grinding rock, a portion of the wall slid away, exposing a dimly lit descending staircase. The cool clean-water, old-stone and other scents filled the air that rose and the subtle electric buzz of our species. Underneath the city was a beautiful hidden world called The Covenant coven, it was carved out of the bedrock.

I stood in front of a massive nude portrait. The painting was so realistic that anyone could immediately see that the woman in it was me. The mocking voices around me never stopped. “Mr. Fuller, the Jackson Group just got involved in a tax scandal a few days ago, and a grave was accidentally dug up on the land they just bought. The project was halted and their capital is running low. Raquel Jackson is so broke that she might even have to sell herself soon. She wouldn’t have the money to win the bids now, would she?”

I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. Nathaniel approached us, his grey uniform white with the dust of the final transition. He looked at the twins, who were walking among the pack, touching hands and sharing smiles. They weren't "Heirs" to a war; they were the Beginning of the Peace. "Emma... the Memory-Wolf is integrated. The 'Old-Noise' is finished. But by rejecting the 'Glory', you’ve triggered the penultimate Biological-Covenant. The 149th chapter is going to be the Final Departure."

Because I feel it now. The backlash. Not pain. Wrath. Something ancient just noticed me. The child looks up slowly. “Oh,” he breathes. “You made an enemy.” I straighten. “Good,” I say. “I was tired of running.” The bond flares bright, steady, alive. But far away, something sacred cracks. And this time, it is not willing to forgive. As the broken covenant awakens a force older than gods, Nova realizes she didn’t just save Kieranshe declared war on the very law that created them.

I pressed. He stepped closer. Close enough that I could see the tiny scar at the corner of his mouth. “Because some things deserve being burned.” He left me then, and I stood in the hush of the room with a pulse in my throat that sounded like a drumroll. The plan was set. Trapani’s night would hold its breath and then exhale metal and manifest. Some loyalties could be negotiated out of a map and a ledger. Some would require blood.

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and pleading. "I promise, I’ll cut ties with Lilith and her family. From now on, I’ll only have eyes for you. We can start over—we can have a happy life together!" I scoffed, curling my lips into a sarcastic smile. I laughed at his naivety and foolishness. "Do you really think we can go back to what we were?" Behind me, I heard his anguished howl. It was the sound of the werewolf in him being consumed by pain, just like how he was.

But even as the colors spread across the canvas, I couldn’t escape the thought that loomed large in my mind, the family gathering. The next week was coming quickly. And with it, a new chapter in this strange, uncharted world I was now a part of. I stood in front of the canvas, the strokes becoming more erratic as my thoughts raced. The reds, golds, and blues swirled together in a chaotic but beautiful mess, an abstract expression of my inner turmoil. Would this family gathering be the moment that defined my place here? Would I finally feel like I belonged in this strange, upscale world?

Deep down I was dying to say, ‘By the grace of God' “Give me your contact, I'll reach out to you,” He excitedly brought out his card and handed it to me. Staring at it, ‘Ethan Miller. CEO, New GenNologies’ This was Ethan Miller? I could never have guessed because he looked better in pictures. But why were they all returning to the country? Stepping out, I said, “Alright, President Ethan, I'll give you a call soon,” “Just call me Ethan,” He said with a wave of his hand, “I'll be expecting your call.”

Raising his hands in an appeasing gesture, he begins to explain: "Do you remember the words you said when sealing the pact?" "Yes, but what about it?" "A covenant is usually a strictly crafted set of rules. Before you do it, those orders must be explained in detail and aloud, and the creature who accepts those terms must repeat them." "But I didn't give you any orders. I only repeated what you said." "Yes." She hisses in frustration. "But why? And where does the blood come into this story?" "A pact usually has no such rationale, since when we involve that element, they both share the same essence.... In terms."