Novel & Cerita The Pact Book

Beta Marcus added, “We’ve seen shifting winds in the west. New movements among rogue packs. Trade disruptions, border raids. It felt right to stand together again.” Luna Mirelle gave a small, respectful nod. “And Silverpine receives you with gratitude. It’s been too long since we met under something other than urgency.” Alpha Kyle glanced at each person seated at the table before settling his eyes on Dalton. “Then let there be no doubt,” he said. “The pact holds. We remain bound to one another in faith, trade, and defense. No whisper from the outside will shake that.” Dalton’s tone turned more cautious. “Has someone tried to undermine it?”

“And you’ve reminded him that trust is not a trap, but a gift. You’ve both healed pieces of each other.” There's a deep silence that followed, Evelyn looked at Harold and then at Henry. I... I... Henry cut her off before she says anything again. “Then let’s promise each other something. No matter what comes—whether it’s the pack, the company, or the future—we’ll trust. Even when it’s hard. Even when doubt whispers. We’ll trust.” Harold extended his hand. “A pact, then, smiled.” “A pact.” Evelyn laid her hand atop theirs, her eyes glistening with tears. “And I will hold you both to it.”

Avery sat on the sofa and schemed through the books again, books about prophecy, history, and even her parents'[ records, but no matter which book she read, none of it gave her an idea about the blood pact. Blood pact is a well-known ritual to all werewolves, even among the Lycans, but the two races know very little about it, even close to none. It was as if someone deliberately concealed all of the information about the blood pact. Avery sighed in defeat. She left her room and roamed around the territory. Everything looked normal and peaceful. In fact, it was so calm that it sometimes frightens Avery. It only shows what kind of fate awaits them after the short lived peace ends.

"No. I will not let her die for a tree." ​"It doesn't have to be her life," Leo said, his eyes finally clearing, the blackness receding to a soft violet. "It just has to be her choice. The Archon thinks he is the master of the Pact because he has the power. But the Pact was never about power. It was about consent." ​Winnie looked at me, then at the forest outside. The salt was now visible at the mouth of the cave, a white tide that was slowly creeping toward us.

My voice sounded smaller than I meant it to. Dante nodded. He unrolled the leather-bound folio like a priest revealing a sacrament. Ink, old and thick, bloomed across its pages; the letters were a language both of blood and contracts — the language The Veil used when it wanted obedience more than power. “It’s called the Crossroads Pact,” he said. “Found it in a monastery outside Naples. The copy the Thirteen used to bind rivals when they wanted peace. It’s older than Don Moretti’s ledger. It predates our wars and their propaganda.” His eyes were dark in the candlelight. “It’s clean. Immutable. But it demands a price.”

he said and dragged me with him Celine was pulling my arm too, an we both began to scream for help "Don't bother shouting, I am the beta of this pack, so no one would come to your aid" he said and continued dragging my arm "What are you even saying, beta , Alpha and so on, what are those?" Celine asked, still screaming though "Hey! Why are you hurting them?" A man asked I sighed in relief, Finally a Messiah, would save us from the hands of this lunatic "This is none of your business Jack" he said sternly "It is my business, I can't watch you hurt this women all in the name of protec...." He was saying, but the mean man shunned him

I sat in the study of our castle, the yellowed parchment clutched in my hand, a bitter smile on my lips. The ancient vampiric script glowed a deep crimson in the candlelight: "Should Augustine Slinter betray this pact, he shall suffer the pain of a thousand blades through the heart, and his family’s power, fortune, and title will pass in their entirety to Haley Nightshade." In the bottom right corner was a single, blood-red thumbprint. Augustine’s.

And on its glowing pages, new words appeared by themselves: “The Mother’s Pact is not finished. The daughter must choose, blood or fire.” Olivia’s scream caught in her throat as the shadows of six women rose slowly from the walls around her…

She hurriedly went out when she heard Kevin calling her, she smiled at him and they went outside because the event was about to start. Carson took a sip of his coffee while staring at the lights of the city. “Good morning.” Albert sat on one of the chairs and put his coffee on a mini table. “About the poison inside those people, why did they plant poison inside them if they can just kill them by hiring people with the killing promise? What happened? Carson asked. “Killing promise is one of the forbidden promises. There were only a few of us who still live and we need to hide ourselves from the higher ups. “ sadness can be seen on his face.