روايات وقصص ضمن The Covenant Series

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

I announce. They argue with me a bit, but I get my way. Of course, Peyton ensures her gift is on top of the pile on the table in front of me. I take my time, ripping the beer-can decorated paper, and I pull a frame from the box. It’s two five-by-seven inches, golden-brown frames connected with hinges. I pull them open to find my wedding vows on the left and Carson’s vows on the right. This simple gift of our typed vows inside a frame means the world to me. She approves of the words, our marriage, and wants me to see our vows every day.

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

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

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.

"I torched the Hive. But Elias got the last laugh." Aria stared. "They erased everything. Every vault signature. Every bloodline contract." Maria cursed under her breath. Matteo just sat back, stunned. Aria didn’t flinch. She turned to the screen. Typed one line of code. INITIATE BLOOD PACT RECALL The system blinked. LOYALTY DOCUMENT REQUEST ISSUED TO 87 SYNDICATES. She looked at them all. "If they want to remain under the Dominion... they submit their loyalty again. Man by man. Seal by seal."

“I’ll bring everything I have. Every file, every name, every secret. But we must move carefully.” Nathan looked at them both, his jaw tight with resolve. “We watch each other. We protect each other. We don’t let anyone get in our way.” Kemi nodded, her eyes fiery. “This ends with us. No more lies. No more hidden truths.” Together, they formed a silent pact, their silhouettes framed against the night sky. In that moment, the fear, the pain, the years of loss — it all transformed into one shared purpose. Zara whispered, almost to herself, “For Zainab… for the children… for the truth.”

"Thanks, Mrs Claire. I appreciate you." After ending the call, Sarah let out a long breath. She hadn’t told Claire about the marriage contract. She wasn’t ready to deal with that conversation yet. She sat in silence. Everything was still so surreal. She needed to clear her mind. And there was something nagging at her. Elliott. Something about him had seemed powerful. He wasn’t just some ordinary man. Her instincts screamed that she had just signed a contract with someone important. She reached for her laptop and opened the browser. With a few quick taps, she typed in his full name into the search bar: Elliott Remington.

"Aren't you afraid Michael will realize you’re cheating on him? He’s infertile, yet somehow you’ve given him two children in three years. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant." Nora trembled violently. I patted her shoulder lightly. "Relax. I won’t expose you. Watching Michael raise someone else’s kids for a lifetime—that’s far more entertaining." Michael shoved me back, his glare icy. "Lauren, stay away from Nora and my children. Don’t you dare harm my family." I only laughed, shrugged, and walked off with Ian’s hand in mine. Later, rumor had it that both children grew up struggling with split personalities and violent tempers, just like their biological father, Caleb the vagrant.