Temptations of The Coven
Thea Davis just wanted one normal day.
Unfortunately, she’s a witch whose magic is allergic to the concept of “calm.”
After accidentally unleashing a surge that cracks open the veil between worlds, Thea discovers she’s not just a witch — she’s a walking, talking magical disaster… and the dead won’t stop whispering about it. Literally.
To make matters worse, Dylan — a broody, too-handsome shifter — gets magically fused. Now he’s glowing, growling, and deeply concerned about her well-being, which is rude because she didn’t ask for a guardian with cheekbones sharp enough to commit crimes.
The High Council wants Thea locked up.
Her mother wants her silenced.
The dead want her to “rise.”
Dylan wants her safe — even if it kills him.
And Thea?
She just wants everyone to stop calling her a sacrifice long enough for her to figure out how not to blow up the world.
Mystery, werewolves, vampires, magic, romance, sarcasm, and political disaster — this coven has it all.
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty OneBang-bang-BANG. “Thea! Dylan?! Open this door!”Dylan’s eyes opened at the same time mine did. I snuggled in closer. “It's just Niklaus.”Dylan groaned into my shoulder. “Can we pretend we didn’t hear?”Bang-BANG. BANG-BANG. “This is an emergency!”Dylan closed his eyes and muttered, “He sounds fine to me.”I rolled out of bed, pulling on an abandoned pair of pants and one of Dylan’s shirts—long enough to count as a dress—and shuffled to the door.Before I even touched it, Niklaus bellowed, “If you do not open this door right now, I will—”He froze mid-threat. The knocking had barely stopped reverberating when I opened the door. Behind him stood the former ghost-turned-very-real immortal… looking thrilled. Niklaus practically shoved the immortal inside like he was returning a faulty product.“Take him back,” Niklaus snapped.The immortal beamed at me. “Good morning, mommy dearest.”Dylan appeared behind me, shirt half-buttoned, hair a mess, eyes soft and decidedly just-woke-up-next-to
Last Updated: 2025-12-09
Chapter: Chapter SixtyThe first thing I felt was Dylan's warmth. His body pressed against mine, solid and slow-breathing, one arm loosely caged around my waist like he’d fallen asleep guarding me even in his dreams. My right leg was thrown carelessly across his hips, hooking him closer in my sleep. My left cheek rested against his chest, and the steady thump-thump underneath my ear might’ve been the most soothing sound I'd ever hear.I didn’t move at first-didn’t breathe too deeply- because I didn’t want to break whatever spell had settled over us during the night. His fingers were curled in the hem of my shirt — not gripping, just holding, as if he’d anchored himself to me on instinct. His pinkie lay on the small of my exposed back like a secret caress.I smiled. It was small and sleepy and entirely involuntary. I shifted just enough to look up at his face.He was already awake. His eyes were open, soft, blue-gold in the morning sunlight, watching me with a tenderness so unguarded it made my chest ache. H
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty NineThe air was still buzzing with residual fate-magic, death-magic, and the general emotional hangover of watching a magical-immortal 'son' become real and immediately flirt with a centuries-old vampire in a vest.Everyone was still staring at Niklaus and his not-ghost mate as if they’d just watched the world crack open in a soap opera plot twist. Which… was fair.Until Darcy cleared her throat with all the gravitas of someone about to derail the universe. “Okay,” she announced, pushing her scarf back into place with the weary dignity of a woman who had truly seen too much today, “I have a startlingly important question that absolutely cannot wait.”Dylan blinked. “…Seriously?”Darcy threw her hands up. “I need to know! I have color-coded charts. I have a planner. I have trauma! I deserve answers. Can we finally be done with the damn rituals? I'm soooo over this week.”Silence. Even the newly-real immortal paused in his shameless ogling of Niklaus, which amounted to temporarily leaning a
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty OneThe Gate was still open. The ghost-man hovered in front of it, translucent and flickering like a candle caught between two winds—one pulling forward, one backward.Dylan slammed against the barrier protecting my friends for the tenth time.“Let me out!”The ghost glanced at him. "You can’t stop with what’s coming. You’ll only ruin my dramatic entrance, and, of course, mommy dearest's rightfully deserved revenge arc.”Tonya pinched the bridge of her nose. “He really is Thea’s offspring.”Darcy nodded. “I’ve never been more afraid in my life.”Niklaus still couldn’t breathe. He stood frozen, silver eyes wide as the ghost’s gaze lingered on him like gravity itself was holding him in place, but the moment shattered.Because the forest suddenly screamed a high, keening wail that rippled through the branches, leaves, and roots—like the Grove itself had sensed something wrong inside its borders. It had. More than thirty High Council witches tried to storm into the clearing behind the willow.
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Chapter: Chapter SixtyFor a moment, everything was still. The floor hummed beneath my feet. The dead whispered like they’d gathered around me in a circle made of shadow and memory.Tonya was practically perched on Dakota’s back, fingers white-knuckled around his wrist. They weren’t touching romantically—just holding on to each other like the world might slip away if they didn’t. Darcy stood nearby, eyes shifting between me and the trembling trees. Her scarf which was draped dramatically over one shoulder, was starting to fall. Niklaus leaned against a tree, expression tight, breathing slower than usual, like the spell he took was still burning through his ribs. His eyes kept flicking toward me—calculating, tense.Dylan stood closest. His hands were gripping my waist, and his eyes were glowing wolf-blue.He was breathing like he was trying not to lose himself completely to panic. He and Dakota shared a look—an old, silent, battle-worn understanding. Pack. Family. Fear.Something in me cracked. No—Not cracke
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty SixThe envoy’s warning was still hanging in the air when the Grove went silent. Utterly silent. Not a peaceful quiet, though. It was a predatory quiet. Dylan’s arms tightened around me, claws brushing my hips as he shifted into a full protective posture. His beast was awake — fully awake — snarling just beneath his skin.Niklaus straightened from the hit he took, cloak torn, chest still scorched, and eyes glowing a bright, cold silver. When he turned his head toward the path, his fangs descended.Tonya closed her hex book slowly with her finger still marking a page. “They’re here.”Dakota nodded, jaw clenched, shoulders squared like an Alpha awaiting war. “All of them.”Darcy swallowed hard. “Then we’re not enough.”I whispered, “The Grove is.”It was. The trees shuddered. Branches bowed. Roots dug deeper. The entire forest shifted — subtly at first, then with more force, then with terrifying purpose. A pulse throbbed beneath my feet, like a giant heart. The Grove wasn’t just alive. It w
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Chapter: EpilogueThe rain has a different sound now.It used to be clean, disciplined — the kind of artificial weather that hummed evenly against steel and glass. But here, on the surface, it arrives in wild sheets. It drags the scent of soil and rust through the broken corridors of the old world, seeping into every fracture of the earth. Justin listens to it the way a man listens for a heartbeat he isn’t sure is still there.He tells himself he’s only surveying the ruins. The Foundation sent him to assess the damage, to gather what could be salvaged. He repeats this every morning, the words a mantra that dulls the throb behind his temples. But he knows he’s lying. He’s been lying since the day the facility fell.He isn’t here for data. He’s here for her. The vial.The compound is gone. What remains of it lies crumpled beneath layers of ash and twisted metal, a skeleton of glass that catches light and throws it back in fractured rainbows. He moves through it slowly, boots sinking into the wet earth. E
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Chapter: Part Two - Chapter Twenty ThreeAfter Eira's death, Project E-Series had fractured. Eira's consciousness—her neural imprint, the emotional core Justin had tried to excise—kept slipping into the new vessels. Every time, they woke up not as blank slates but as echoes. Fractured. Crying. Remembering things no memory trace should hold.One had whispered his name. Another had tried to crawl out of its pod before the lungs were even formed.But it wasn't until they used only the original DNA that it spiraled.He hadn't meant to.That's what he told himself.But the data from her tissues was too clean. Too alive. Her cells resisted degradation. Her cortex, even harvested postmortem, sparked with residual charge when placed near synthetic stem lattices."Full-body repurposing may be viable," the tech had said, eyes wide with greed. "We could build directly from her. Stabilize everything."Justin didn't answer.He just signed the order.The clones made from her biomass were unstable. Too emotional, too reactive. Every model
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Chapter: Part Two - Chapter Twenty TwoThey called it a neural harmonization trial. A fancy name for reanimation with restraints. They fed her core into the containment tank, wrapped her muscle structures in regrown tissue, and flooded the system with consciousness-binding gel.It was supposed to stay quiet.But nothing about Eira had ever stayed quiet.The room cracked open with screaming.Not vocal. Not human. A psychic shriek that vibrated through every monitor, set off every alert, made the air itself convulse. The vines burst from the pod like blood sprayed under pressure—glass shattered, lights flickered out, alarms howled.Security teams ran. One man's eyes were torn out by tendrils before he hit the ground.Justin watched from the upper deck with a stony face.She was standing inside it—or something wearing her face—glowing with impossible, green-white energy. The vines lashed not as weapons but as grief. As rage. As memory incarnate.And when she looked at him—Not the thing. Her.When she looked at him, Justin st
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Chapter: Part Two - Chapter Twenty One"They're taking it all away. You said they'd never touch this place. You said it was untouchable.""I was wrong."Her shoulders dropped.He stepped closer. Dropped to his knees beside her."They want control," he said. "They want security. A weapon that can clean up its own mess.""I'm not a weapon.""You're hope," he said."No," she said. "You used to call me hope. Now I'm just your leverage."He gritted his teeth. "If I give them a version of you—controlled, managed, sterilized—they'll let you live.""At what cost?"He hesitated."I'll make you a myth. The original. Untouched. One of a kind. I'll bury your real data, mask your prints, alter the logs. They'll think you were a concept that failed. You'll disappear. I'll protect you. That I swear."Eira was shaking her head before he even finished."I don't want to be safe," she whispered. "I want to be free.""Then you'll die.""I'd rather die than be the reason they make more like me."His chest ached."Please," he said."Please, wha
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Chapter: Part Two - Chapter TwentyThe boardroom lights were too bright.They always were. Not just in wattage, but in tone—cold white, just clinical enough to make sweat seem like weakness and blinking feel like guilt.Justin didn't blink.He stood at the head of the projection table, palms flat against the glass, shoulders squared. His tie was slightly crooked. He hadn't slept in two days."—and so," he finished, voice cutting cleanly through the static silence, "we propose dual-purpose applications. Controlled adaptive creation: capable of both defense and environmental repair. Combat efficiency and bio-restoration. A self-regulating organism that heals what it breaks."No one spoke.The investors sat in their suits like they'd grown into them—aging ex-military types, corporate ghosts in flesh-colored skin. Not a scientist among them.He hated this part, but he also needed it.He tapped a command into the interface, and Eira's data came up. Not her, not her face—he'd scrubbed the visual files from this version of th
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Chapter: Part Two - Chapter NineteenShe found solace in the rain, Justin had noted.There was something sacred in the rhythm, the way the droplets scattered light and sound, weaving their own quiet symphony. She said it calmed her—the noise of it, the texture against her skin. It was an odd request, one that no subject before her had made.They lived miles underground, entombed beneath the weight of ancient stone and reinforced steel. The notion of weather—real or simulated—was forbidden by regulation. The governing boards had deemed it unnecessary, even counterproductive, to the controlled environment they required.But he built it anyway.It took months of quiet defiance, of requisitions disguised as maintenance projects and falsified environmental reports. When the dome was complete, it rose above the lab like a transparent cathedral. The first time the rain fell, it was hesitant—thin threads of water cascading down the curved glass, whispering across the metal floor. She had stepped into it as if crossing into a dre
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Chapter: Chapter NineI desperately searched for Adam, my voice echoing into the emptiness, calling his name into a void that swallowed my cries. Just as despair gripped me, I was suddenly jolted awake, gasping as reality rushed back in. The first sensation that enveloped me was the gentle warmth of the sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across Adam's room. The light danced playfully around, dispelling the lingering shadows of my unsettling dream, and I blinked against the brightness, trying to shake off the remnants of fear that still clung to me like a heavy fog.My heart raced, thumping wildly in my chest from the echoes of loss and anxiety that had chased me through my dream. As the warm rays wrapped around me, I took a deep, grounding breath, inhaling the comforting scent that filled the peaceful room. It was a stark contrast to the chaos of my dream, and I focused on the tranquility before me. The sunlight seemed to beckon me to rise, urging me to shake off the
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Chapter: Chapter Eight Lowering my voice to a near whisper, I exhaled slowly, "Adam, stay calm. I'll be right back, okay?" The urgency in my heart rate quickened as I reluctantly peeled myself from the chair, my eyes fixed on those eerily vacant ones outside the window, devoid of any human emotion. I felt the pulse of anxiety buzz at the edges of my thoughts; the remains of yesterday's horrors hovered around me like a thick fog, blurring the line between reality and some bizarre dreamscape. "Ciprian?" Adam's voice pierced through the tension, laced with confusion and a hint of frustration. "What are you doing?" I placed my empty mug back on the table, cradling it gently with my pinkie to suppress any unwelcome clatter that might break the fragile silence. "I locked the gate," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. It was as if that simple statement would somehow clarify everything, dispelling the looming dread that clung to the air like a heavy blanket. "I know I did." My gaze remained unwavering
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Chapter: Chapter SevenI woke up alone with the remnants of a restless night lingering in the air. The once-cozy green plaid sheets lay cold and crumpled around me, echoing the emptiness of the space. My head throbbed with every breath I took, a dull ache that pulsed in tandem with the discontent coursing through my body—a sense of deserved punishment washed over me.With a groan, I yanked the covers off myself, pulling them away like ripping off a Band-Aid. My dad always said that the shock of cold air was the best motivator to leave the warmth of a cozy bed, yet that wisdom did little to alleviate the discomfort of the moment. As the chill met my skin, goosebumps erupted across the exposed flesh of my arms, making the fine blonde hairs stand on end, as if they, too, bristled at the abrupt awakening.I swung my
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Chapter: Chapter SixI hadn't noticed how long I had been standing there, lost in thought, until Adam gently tugged on my arm, pulling me back from the depths of my mind. When I looked into his concerned eyes, I almost felt myself getting lost in their swampy depths, so different from the vivid thoughts swirling inside my head."Adam—" I started, but he interrupted."Cip—" we both muttered in unison, our voices overlapping in that familiar way.I raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge to him, before I continued, my voice dropping to a softer, more serious tone. "Adam, I need to handle that... well, I don't want you to see, alright?" Each word felt heavy with unspoken weight.He paused, a
Last Updated: 2025-11-16
Chapter: Chapter FiveThe walk up the winding brick path to the front door felt deceptively short, yet within my mind, each step seemed to stretch into eternity. The air was thick with anticipation, and I was acutely aware of my surroundings as I approached the old, yellow paint-chipped oak door, its surface weathered by time. I paused for a brief moment, inhaling deeply to steady my racing heart. It must be a new habit I'm developing. My eyes darted across the yard, scanning for any shadows that crept between the overgrown rose bushes, anything that might hint at danger lurking in the growing afternoon light. Clutching the cold, slightly open door handle, I slowly pushed it open further, the creak echoing in the silence, and stepped inside with caution.The house welcomed me with an unsettling stillness, its stillness thick and oppressive. With a sudden burst of determination, I threw the door wide open, the sound reverberating as it slammed against the opposite wall. My grip tightened around the metal ba
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Chapter: Chapter FourStumbling forward, I land hard. I slowly look up dazed. The panicking awareness didn't set in automatically. No. It crept in like a black panther in the night. To my immediate right stood a doddering old man with huge sweat stains ruining his green button up. Then to my left, a small child stood staring up at a beautiful, blue bird feeder hung high and proud on a tall, wooden post. His curly brown hair slightly danced with the breeze. It looked picturesque and almost tranquil. Until I set my eyes forward to a grey haired woman in cuffed, flower embroidered, denim shorts who stood chewing mindlessly on a slicked garden hose.Altogether, the sheer wrongness of the picture came together. I noticed the blood pooling on the other side of the child. The old man, who was seemingly minding his business, was taking small steps forward almost crumbling with every twitch of movement. It took a double glance to see the object of his advancements was a pile of fly infested meat. I shuddered- refus
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