The Covenant Series Novels & Stories

Thank you so much. Jayden Alexander Krigston, the heir apparent to the Falcovian throne is promised to get married to his childhood love Rosaleigh Isabelle Bloemen, the Crown princess of Orbloem. But fate has other plans... Join Jayden to witness all the ups and downs in his journey to fulfil his NOBLE PROMISE. Is this story meant for a HAPPY ENDING? Keep reading. Copyrights © 2020 by B_Iqbal All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotation in a book review.

"Fine! I'll do it." "Penelope, no!" Ava grabbed her arm. "I don't have a choice!" "There's always a choice," Christopher stepped forward. "Father will—" "Father will what?" Steven's voice boomed from the doorway. "Support fraud? Cover up theft?" "But the company—" "Will survive," Steven cut him off. "With or without the Coles." Penelope's shoulders slumped in defeat. "I, Penelope Cole," her voice trembled, "hereby renounce all claim to the Knight shares formerly belonging to Diana Knight..."

“Our mate doesn’t.” “We haven’t even given him the opportunity to know us.” Theia argues. “We haven’t even been around him. Allowed to bond and be close. To mark one another.” “The book.” The thought strikes me like lightning. I pull the book out of my hiding space. Small gold lettering appears on the cover. “The Covenant of the Coven.” I read aloud. I open the book to the cover page and read. “Forsake your selfish endeavors! The covenant shall be made to the Coven, not to oneself!

“Access restrictions. Security reviews. Background checks.” “Because of me?” she asked. “Because of us.” She let that sit. He exhaled sharply. “You don’t understand how deep this runs.” “Explain it,” she said evenly. He looked up finally. “It didn’t start with Serena,” he said. “It started with her father. And his father before him. The Covenant was… originally philanthropic.” “Ritual philanthropy?” she asked. He winced. “It wasn’t violent at first.” “At first.”

"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.

--- Part I – Embers of Trust The Hearthvale Inn burned through lamplight and hushed conversations. Tulen paced slowly before the cold hearth, reading the sigil etched into stone over and over. Miri studied its geometry. “Same curvature. The Covenant again.” Brynn, who’d arrived only hours earlier by fast courier at Marisol’s request, pointed out the center lines. “This isn’t just a mark—it’s a seal. A claim. They’re saying: This story is theirs to close.”

I filed her under things to return to and kept reading spines. It took another twenty minutes to find what I was looking for. Not the book Orion had moved I had not expected to find that here. What I found instead was a Covenant record, properly archived, dated sixty years back. A record of proceedings for a conditional bloodline curse on a lesser wolf family not the Fenwicks, but the language of the curse was close enough to be relevant. The Covenant kept records of every curse they had witnessed and every counter attempted. It was part of their law.

“‘The true power behind it is called The Covenant.’” The room went completely silent. Elizabeth whispered, “What is The Covenant?” Victor looked shaken. “I’ve heard the name before.” Daniel frowned. “From where?” Victor answered slowly. “Old intelligence files… classified material.” Lewis looked at the report again. “My father believed The Covenant has been controlling global financial systems for nearly a century.” Emma shook her head. “That sounds impossible.” Alexander finally spoke again. “It isn’t.” Everyone turned to him. Lewis stared at his grandfather. “You knew about this.”

She held still. "The name in the notation," she said. "Covenant was never a bloodline name the way the five are bloodline names," he said. "It's a designation. A description." He held the sleeve. "It referred to a specific kind of bloodline one that had formed not through the traditional vampire succession structure but through a different mechanism." "What mechanism," she said.

Dahlia, Seris, Xander, Rafael, and I stood in a tight circle. “It’s calling,” Seris whispered. “Not for destruction but for reckoning.” Dahlia traced a pattern in the dirt a spiral linking the seven sigils to a central point. “The Rift’s echo is drawing on our unity. It wants us to weave one final covenant.” I looked at each face: determination, fear, hope. “Then we give it,” I said. “One more bond.” 3. The Covenant of Gates We each stepped to a pedestal. I laid the Echo Sphere on mine. Rafael placed his sword’s hilt on his. Dahlia offered her ever-burning lantern. Seris laid down a crystal bell. Xander set down his crest ring.