The Covenant Series Novels & Stories

The Covenant wasn’t asking who would win. They were asking who would be sacrificed.

"Then confess. Everything. Now." "I will. Full confession. Complete cooperation. Names, operations, finances. Fifty years of documented crime. I'll give Rodriguez everything she needs for the largest prosecution in federal history." He opened his eyes. Looked directly at me. "But first. You need to know something. Before we go further. Before I start naming names and signing statements." "What?" "The Covenant has an insurance policy. Something I built into the foundation. Fifty years ago. Specifically designed for this moment. For when everything else failed."

He looked up when I came in. "The documents Xena found," I said. "The Graves correspondence." "I've been building on them since she sent them through." He turned the laptop toward me. "The letter between Graves and the Yale patriarch — there are two more in the same file chain. She only found one. The other two are in a separate folder her father mislabeled in 1999, probably by accident. They're more explicit than the first." I looked at the screen. "More explicit how." "The first letter establishes contact. The second confirms the arrangement. The third—" Victor paused, which Victor almost never did. "The third names the channel by its original designation. Not the financial terminology. Th

".yes, I do see it. Get the lawyer on it now. Prepare a statement emphasizing Mr. Ekon's operational experience… No, we do not comment on baseless innuendoes…" Joe Brian didn't move. His eyes were fixed on the screen, but Davidson could sense the numbers flashing behind those cold blue eyes. No shock here. This was a natural response to a game Davidson hadn't even known he was playing. Brian grabbed a remote control and shut off the TV. The abrupt quiet of the anchor's voice was jarring. "The American Covenant," Brian declared bluntly, calculatingly. "A minority faction. Well-funded. A propaganda wing of Victor Brandt." Davidson's head snapped up. "Victor Brandt? The rival…?" The name on the

He cross-referenced with Prometheus's transaction records from that time period. And there it was. Transaction Record — July 2010 From: Prometheus Laboratories To: The Covenant (shell company: Meridian Holdings) Item: Research collaboration agreement, viral development project Value: $12 million USD Notes: Joint partnership — Prometheus provides manufacturing facilities, The Covenant provides research subjects and field deployment capability Marco sat very still, reading the document three times to make sure he understood. Prometheus and The Covenant had been partners. Not enemies. Not rivals. Partners. Working together on viral weapons development.

Lucien's knowledge of vampire politics kept me from making fatal social mistakes. And my own power, my own conviction, reminded them all why they'd come. The United Covenant was signed on the seventh day. A treaty establishing cooperation between supernatural factions and human governments. Protection for supernatural beings in exchange for transparency and accountability. Rights and responsibilities for everyone. It wasn't perfect. Nothing that ambitious could be perfect. But it was a start. Viktor Draven had surprised everyone by becoming one of the Covenant's strongest supporters. Humbled by his defeat, he'd thrown himself into the work of redemption. He now served as liaison between trad

Who had found in the idea of coexistence not a compromise but a conviction — something he held the way other people held their oldest certainties, quietly and without needing it confirmed. He told him about the alliance. The human official who had been willing to meet him — a lord named Aldren Daven, Dravon said, and paused there for a moment with something in his expression that acknowledged the weight of that name now that Aldric knew whose daughter Aldren Daven had — and the years of careful work that had made the agreement possible. He told it without bitterness. Not because the bitterness wasn't there but because it had been a long time and Caevan had not been a bitter man and speaking

“Now that I’m in the same position, I’m not sure that I wouldn’t do the same.” And this is how it all fits together. This is the crux of the issue, and why I can finally make sense of it all. To Zane, the covenant is not something that’s been imposed by the huddle leaders— an arbitrary, unjust restraint. To him, it’s a guarantee that history won’t repeat itself. And that guarantee has never mattered more than it does now, with the cult threatening the Northwest once again. And the last thing I want is to ask him to make an impossible choice.

You are not prey. You are leverage. Talia’s voice was a whisper. “Not exactly a lullaby.” Eirwen’s hands trembled, but she didn’t stop. > The Covenant began with lions, not kings. With my bloodline. With the fire you survived. Your life wasn’t spared. It was preserved. Domenik pushed off the wall, closing some of the distance between them. “Preserved for what?” he demanded. Eirwen glanced at him—his eyes unreadable.