Romans & histoires The Covenant Series

They woke instantly, their eyes clear, their power humming just beneath the surface like a reactor on standby. Barzil looked at me. Then he looked at the door. "We are bound," he said. His voice was deep, carrying the finality of the grave. "By blood. By magic. By body." He stood up. He didn't bother to cover himself. He looked like a god of war painted in shadows and starlight. He reached for his sword, the metal singing against the scabbard as he drew it. "We are the Covenant," Barzil declared. He looked at us—his Pack, his Queen. His jaw tightened until the muscles stood out in sharp relief. "Now we take the world back."

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 .

“He tried.” Adrian replied. “But he only destroyed the prototype.” Daniel slammed his hand against the table. “Enough riddles!” “What is the Covenant?” Adrian looked him straight in the eye. “It is the legal transfer of Genesis.” Daniel blinked. “What?” “It names the rightful guardians of everything Gabriel, Sophia, Nathan, and Alessandro built.” Grace frowned. “That’s just paperwork.” Adrian slowly shook his head. “No.” “It is recognized in more than forty countries.” “It controls research trusts…”

“…really is alive.” Gabriel nodded once. “He has been for fifty-two years.” Amelia looked at him. “Why didn’t he come back?” Gabriel’s expression was solemn. “Because the moment the Last Keeper revealed himself…” “…the Covenant would end.” Elias frowned. “What exactly is the Covenant?” Gabriel looked at each of them in turn. “It isn’t money.” “It isn’t land.” “It isn’t political power.” He paused. “It’s information.” “The kind that can destroy governments, fortunes, and entire bloodlines.”

William took Sophia’s hand, leading her to the plush sofa. Soph, look at me, William said, turning her to face him, his voice low and serious. In less than an hour, we walk out there and make a statement to the world. We are setting the tone for our future, for our business, for our family. You know what this means. This isn’t just a party. This is a covenant. Sophia nodded, her eyes shining with something he couldn’t quite decipher. Excitement. Ambition. Calculation. I know, darling. I’ve been preparing for this day for months. I’m ready. I’m Sophia. I know how to play the part, she squeezed his hand, a brief, tight pressure that felt more like a professional handshake than a lover’s reassu

"The one meant for the Russians" My grip tightened around the glass "That's Maxim Petrov's shipment, he is going to go crazy" I stated, my mind going back to the last time someone had messed with one of the Petrovs' shipments. Maxim Petrov had sent his men to burn all the warehouses to the ground with their men inside and still wanted to do more. It almost caused a fight between all the families but luckily our previous Don was able to step in on time and make a negotiation for the peace and safety of all five families. "This was done intentionally, someone is trying to cause a ruckus between us and the Bratva and we need to clear things up before the Bratvas get the wrong message," Ivan sai

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?”

From the corner of my eyes, my father watched me nervously, his smile faltering at the fear of what I might be thinking. I never imagined faking an answer to a question like this. To spend a lifetime built on false vows and promises. This is not something I wanted for myself or my children. “I do,” The words tasted bitter as they rolled out of my tongue. Instinctively, I slipped the ring onto his finger without being prompted. The priest took another ring and handed it to the man. I gently removed my glove, revealing my sweaty tender fingers. I sucked in my breath as he reached for my hand, fighting the urge to pull back. After that ring slips in, I will be bound to this man.

And smiled evilly at her. The Bishop then look towards Elena and speaks up, "Do, you Elena Marshall, Take, Demon Knight, To be your husband, To have and to hold, From this way forward, For better, for worser, For richer, for poorer, In sickness and in health, To love and to cherish, Till death, do yo part" Elena looked towards her would be husband and speaks up," I do" The Bishop then give them the weeding ring and they slipped it into each other's hand..

Cohen special day but also a strategic declaration of succession that introduces her as the future controller of Cohen Enterprises. In a heartwarming birthday celebration surrounded by family, friends, and colleagues, Marc Jonathan Cohen shared the news that will shape the trajectory of Cohen Enterprises in the years to come. The surprise announcement, met with applause and excitement, underscores the significance of family values and the intertwining of personal milestones with corporate leadership.