Ahs Coven Cordelia Novels & Stories

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

she spat under her breath, slamming the wheel with her palm. Her plan was simple , get to Damon’s mansion, question the maids, slip them money if needed. Someone would break, Someone always did. But just as she neared the familiar neighborhood, her eyes caught sight of a slim figure walking alone along the street. Long hair doll with beautiful hairpins youthful frame, the face illuminated briefly by a passing car’s headlights. Penelope, damon’s precious daughter. Anastasia’s lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. A thought as dark as it was tempting slithered into her mind.

Please come with us. Her eyes locked onto mine. There was a faint trace of pleading in them. I closed my eyes and pretended not to see. A few days later, the results came out. Stella admitted she had killed Hudson. She had sent the child to an orphanage. She would be facing more than a decade in prison. By then, I had already renamed the company. Holt Group. Cassia and I held a grand wedding. At the ceremony, I looked at her gently. "Will you marry me?"

"A week, Aurora. You have one week to pack your things and sign the separation logs. Leave him, or I will use his own blood to shatter his entire world. Let's see how much your Nightveil pride comforts you when your mate is a nameless beast running in the wild." When I stepped out of the sunroom, the grand corridor felt longer, the shadows deeper. I walked toward the master wing, my mind turning the pieces of Cordelia’s revelation over and over. She hadn't just built a trap for me; she had been holding the fuse to Draven's entire life for thirty years. As I approached the study, the sound of a heavy glass chalice shattering against the fireplace made me stop.

- my mother asks, disgusted. -Yes, nothing will happen, we are wearing a helmet. -I answer for him, starting to walk.- Besides, the institute is close, we won't get too wet. -Nothing of that- she murmurs, taking some keys out of her pocket- It's dangerous. And I don't want your hair to spoil, here. -she says before throwing them to Azael.- take our car. Azael catches them in the air. -He is old, but if you scratch him, you will know the part of me that is not at all nice- Jim assures her- Well, and Lailah too.

His thumb skated along my pulse, those lips twitching as they registered the brief spike. His eyes flickered to Cordelia, who had fished out a bundle of sage from her bag and lit the end with a match until it was smoldering. Asher watched with a dry expression as the middle-aged witch wandered throughout the lower floor of the house, humming softly as she wafted the burning herbs through the air. “An honor to meet you, Alpha Asher. And thank you kindly for allowing me inside of your pack.” Cordelia said with a warm voice, giving Asher a motherly smile.

Ahsoka was distracted at my presence and doesn’t dodge the spell in time that sends her flying into the elevator. “Ahsoka!” Ryan turns to me with a wicked grin and members of his coven begin arriving from the halls. Where in the world did they come from? It’s like five against fifty. Ryan waves his little fingers at me as he steps into the elevator, grabbing Ahsoka by her hair and pushing a button, closing the doors. As the doors seal I can see him using blood to draw a symbol on her head. “Dad!” The coven attacks and we begin ripping into them, but it’s not enough. Just as we are about to have our asses handed to us Celine and Gibson appear before us.

I purse my lips and start to say sorry before Hazel’s eyes brighten. “Yes. Of course. Why didn’t I think about that.” She whispers, pulling herself up and moving to her books on the wall. Everyone’s attention shifts to her. “What is it?” Cole asks, moving beside her. Hazel shakes her head, “The Goddess. Aspen, she’s met her before. Maybe I can figure out a way to send her back. Let her talk to her again. More prepared this time. The Goddess has to know something.” Hazel says still looking through her books.

“How many people have that level of clearance?” “Fewer than twenty.” “And how many of them are still inside the estate?” “Seventeen.” She went silent. Vance watched her carefully. “What?” She shook her head. “Nothing.” “Clara.” “I just realized something.” “What?” “The messages.” She pointed at the chip. “If the person has been communicating with the Syndicate for three weeks, they knew about Operation Ashfall before it happened.” Vance’s expression hardened. “That’s what I’m thinking.” “Then Torin wasn’t working alone.”

And it was terrifying. Darian struggled to his feet, blood trickling from his nose. He looked at the shards of his staff, then at me. For the first time in my life, I saw something in his eyes that wasn't disgusting. It was greed. "You have no idea what you just did," he wheezed. "You’ve signaled every coven from here to the Iron Sea. You’ve lit a beacon, Asha. And they are all coming to claim the spark." Kael shifted back to his human form in a fluid, brutal motion. He stood before me, naked and blood-streaked, his eyes burning with a protective fury.