The Pact Novels & Stories

"And for generations, you were a resource to be archived. Today, we burn both those labels. We do not offer you a kingdom, and we do not offer you a grid. We offer you a Pact." She stepped to the Pulse-Stone, which had been moved from the Barrens to the heart of the Whispering Woods. "The Pact is simple: The North provides the rhythm—the silver, the seeds, and the protection. The South provides the knowledge—the medicine, the craft, and the memory of what went wrong. If one of us tries to cage the other, the mountain will fall. If we grow together, the world will breathe." She sliced her palm and pressed it to the stone. Elias followed, his silver-blood mergin

Now I see that my nephew has finished what I started. He approached Dante. Welcome home, nephew. The real home. The Pact That night, the Morettis signed a pact. It wasn't a pact of power, but of peace. The dirty dealings would be left behind. Those who wanted to remain within the law would have the support of the others. Those who didn't... would be left out. Dante signed first. Elena watched him, her heart full. When he finished, Antonio approached her. Your sister would be proud.

“Something that binds us together.” Damon looked toward me. “Ivy… you speak for the hybrids. What do you want this pact to say?” My voice caught, but I forced the words out. “I want a world where my daughter doesn’t have to survive. A world where she can simply live.” The room got quiet. Damon reached for my hand. “Then that’s what we’ll build.” Elara retrieved a scroll from her satchel, its edges glowing faintly. “This is the Dawn Pact. Written tonight. Signed under twin moons. Witches, wolves, and hybrids united.”

“Yes. They are on their way. So is my other brother, Adrian and his mate Amber.” “I haven’t met any of them except Reid. I am excited to meet them.” I said. “They will be here later this afternoon.” He said. They will leave after the blood pact is complete.” “Can you explain the blood pact again?” “Yeah, it is a pact kept in secrecy. The Moon Goddess will give gifts to those under this pact. It’s only for the warriors and ranked members.” Aiden said. “If anyone ever tells our secret to an outsider, then the Moon Goddess will take away our gifts.”

When he saw that the others seemed pleased with the situation, Logan said, "In that case, we'll enter a pact today. We'll call our pact the Nimbusa Mountains Pact!" "I agree!" "Me too!" Several of the faction leaders shouted. Then, the remaining faction leaders joined in. "Long live the Nimbusa Mountains Pact!" "The Nimbusa Mountains Pact is awesome!" … "Get up on your feet," said Logan to the Alienoir members, who were still on their knees. "Let's bury the hatchet. Everyone is a member of the pact now. Those who are injured should tend to their wounds!" The Alienoir members only got up on their feet after Logan gave the order.

It was a gesture that felt almost tender, which made the power behind it feel even more dangerous. "Fear buys us time, but to rule, they need to see the permanence. They need to see that you aren't just a guest in my house or a weapon I pulled from the woods." "And how do we do that?" I asked. He turned, gesturing toward the vast, vaulted space of the Court. "The Pact needs to be spoken into the record. We hold a binding, not a wedding, that’s a human vanity, a theatrical performance for families and neighbors. This is a synchronization. We weave our signatures into the bedrock of the throne so that if they try to move against you, they move against the founda

she said. And thus, with his pack's support and agreement, they entered into a blood-bound pact with the committee. Each pack member took their turn getting their finger pricked with a long dagger and added a single drop of their blood onto an ancient sheet of parchment that spelled out the agreement in specific detail. They were told it was simply to allow the committee to locate them in case something went wrong. William suspected it was more a show of loyalty than anything else, and he had no objection.

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

He shut his laptop and grinned at me. "Thank you, Evan. I am glad you like my work." I smiled at him. "If you accept my offer, you will be organising all the parties that will be conducted in my clubs in Manhattan. I'll get you a team that may help you. 75% of the profit from every event will be yours. I have mailed you everything in detail. Read it and when you are ready, we will sign the contract." He explained and I nodded. "I'll have a look and inform you." I told him. We kept aside the work for a while and kept chatting while sipping on our juices.

A well-rounded middle-aged woman, holding a Pomeranian, walked in under the escort of two tall and imposing bodyguards, 'James Williams, you're in trouble! ... Ten minutes later, cries of begging echoed from the presidential suite. In the corridor, Mrs. Williams handed a folder to Assistant Scarlett with a smiling face, 'Miss Scarlett White, this is the contract we agreed upon.' The woman who was caught in the act with Mr. Williams in the suite took the contract, quickly flipped through it, and handed a miniature camera to Mrs. Williams after confirming, 'With this, divorce shouldn't be difficult.' "Assistant Scarlett, you've thought this through, or else I really don't know how to deal with