Novel & Cerita The Pact Book

He’s to be tried tomorrow. “This is treason,” he says. “Against the Council. Against order.” “The Council is dead,” Syra says. “You killed it when you sold kids. We’re building something new.” That night, we name it. Not Council. “Pact,” Rook says. He’s sitting with the other kids, learning letters. “Not Council. Council sounds like old men talking. Pact sounds like promise.” “The Luna’s Pact,” Alaric says. “Twelve packs. One law. No collars.”

“You think cutting us off will scare her? This kingdom survived without your mercy before. We’ll do it again.” Bianca raised her hand, silencing him. Her gaze was steady, unreadable. “Show me the pact.” The envoy slid a thick document across the table, sealed with the fractured insignias of the world’s councils. Its cover gleamed under the fractured light. The Covenant of Peace. Bianca stared at it for a long moment before breaking the seal. The paper smelled of ink and old arrogance. Hours passed in the negotiation chamber. By dusk, the candlelight had grown dim, and the diplomats’ polite masks were cracking under Bianca’s silence.

"Then die together. The Pact will be signed in your blood." ​As the spear descended, a sudden chime echoed through the vault. It was the codex. It had flipped open, its pages turning with a sound like autumn leaves. A brilliant beam of violet light shot upward from the book, piercing the cavern ceiling and creating a pillar of energy that trapped Catherine in its center. ​The woman shrieked as the light began to strip away the shadows she had woven around herself. She wasn't just losing her power; she was being unmade.

My breath caught in my throat and I grabbed Kael’s arm. “Arielle? What is it? Talk to me. What happened?” He looked worried. I shook my head fast. “Nothing. I just - I think we should keep reading. Maybe the next page will explain how to stop it or control it.” He nodded and turned the page slowly but the rest of the book was damaged. The words were faded or missing. Only one line was clear at the bottom. If the seal breaks, the pact ends. “This is bad.” Kael sat back and rubbed his face.

When the company began choosing a vendor for staff lunches, I immediately ruled out my family's restaurant. A coworker stared at me. "Nora, that is a $150,000 contract. Your family runs a restaurant, and you're turning down money being handed to you? Are you out of your mind?" I smiled and didn't answer. In my last life, I took that contract. Then the new intern, Fiona Bell, accused me of secretly pocketing a commission. She even produced a quote from a three-star hotel for comparison. "Look, theirs is three dollars a portion. How do you justify charging eight?" Even my boyfriend of six years, Gavin Shaw, whom I had been seeing in secret, joined her in confronting me with the invoices. In th

she said. “They wanted to see.” Aria looked at the crowd. “See what?” Mara answered. “See what the Pact actually is.” Aria walked to the center of the square. She held up the stone. It glowed, casting blue light over every face. *We bind ourselves to each other. Not by blood. By choice.* Her voice carried without shouting. The crowd repeated it. First a whisper. Then louder. *We bind ourselves to each other. Not by blood. By choice.*

Third-Person POV Natalina had once given Antonio a stable marriage, a thriving Famiglia business, and a baby that was supposed to be born into this world. But she had taken everything away overnight because of his betrayal. Only now did Antonio truly understand that every achievement he had been so proud of had never been a testament to his brilliance. Her papa gave him the docks, she negotiated his shipping routes, and other Famiglie had only agreed to work with him out of respect for the Corradini Famiglia name.

Then I placed it just on top of the table close by. She stood just a few feet from me,her arms folded around her body. I started opening, first page, second page, and then third page. They were full of names, pack names. Then I continued, fourth page, fifth page, still more names, I raised my head towards the woman who still stood and watched me. Then I continued opening, sixth page, seven— then a name greeted me quickly. My eyes locked directly on it. Silas Pacta. The keeper of the covenant. My eyes rested on it for several seconds.

We were drowning in a sea of debt they didn't know I knew about. In my past life, I'd been a pawn in Jarrold and Cindy's twisted game, tangled in their mess until it got me killed. And for what? I hadn't gained a thing. Back then, I'd still believed in something as naive as pure love. How pathetically foolish. Now, I knew better. Now, my only true loyalty was to the cold, hard cash that could buy my freedom. Since I was stuck in their game, I might as well play to win.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.