The Pact The Book Novels & Stories

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.

he asked. Jax raised a hand. “If any party attempts to use this pact to shield individuals later proven guilty of trafficking or curse‑work,” he said, “the pact will not protect them.” Theron nodded and added a line. “Agreed,” Alden said. Kael inclined his head. “Agreed.” The scarred Bloodthorn woman hesitated, then nodded, too. “Agreed,” she said. “We’re not here to save them. We’re here to help you catch them faster.”

After Rob’s statement and Alpha Amber’s reaction, it was evident that Rob’s fears would come true. “A blood pact is only broken if the signatory goes back on HIS word DELIBERATELY and the laws of the supernatural world will decide the punishment based on the true intentions of the culprit party. Hence, your fears of breaking the pact by mistake stand null and void. If I may add then there will be greater transparency on the part of both the signatories,” I counter pointed as I tried to bring the tide back to our favour. “It is still a NO. We will not sign a peace treaty based on a blood pact but I can sign your paper right here and right now,” the Alpha claimed and tore away the envelop at t

“I’ve seen it work. A Florentine don broke a pact like this in '89. His heart exploded in the middle of Mass.” Cassian shook his head. “This is insanity.” “No,” Luca said quietly. “This is war.” The parchment was unrolled. The ink shimmered silver. Names were carved in — not written. The pact had already inscribed them, as if destiny had been waiting. Amara Isabel Varela Luca Salvatore Moretti Cassian Reyes Dante Leone Amara stared at it. “This binds us,” she said. Dante nodded. “Tighter than family. Tighter than love.”

“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.”

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.

My heart pounded like a caged bird, caught between the stranger's warm palm and the cold tile wall. Footsteps echoed outside. "Emilia?" The voice called again, closer now. "We gotta move. You in here?" The masked man's eyes locked with mine, a silent command passing between us. Don't. Move. I nodded, barely breathing. The footsteps paused just outside the door. A grunt. "Nah, can't be. No broad's gonna hide in a john this long." Heavy footsteps retreated, followed by muffled conversation.

“Well, I am Blake The Troublemaker and I’d like to know why you killed a vampire this morning,” the dangerous-vibe vampire smirked humorlessly as he approached the werewolf unfazed by his growls. Holy shit! Blake The Troublemaker was in town and he wasn’t just visiting. He was the one who established The Devil’s Pact, the peace treaty that ended the era of wars between species. All supernatural beings abide by its laws to keep the harmony going, and all crimes are investigated and punished.

"In our world, you can. Pact got written into both family laws. If either child refuses, their family loses everything. Assets. Power. Protection." She felt sick. "Damien doesn't know about this." "You sure?" She thought about the last few weeks. The way he'd been acting. The secrets. The distance between them. "He can't know," she said. But her voice wavered. Her uncle closed the folder. "There's more." "More?" "The pact wasn't just about marriage. About bloodlines. Creating the perfect heir. Someone who could control both families. Someone who could end the wars for good."

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.