Ahs Coven Cordelia Novels & Stories

She answered with a regretted tone in her voice. “Where did the titans come from by the way?” I asked like a child who is eager to know about the spiritual history that I am in with. “They are the products of angels who interact with humans… if you remember their faces it’s the seven sins because when angels started to interact with humans. The knowledge begins so as the deadly sins” She answered and it makes sense. Now I gently connect the pieces even it is not yet complete. I looked at my sigil again. I don’t know what it means but I know it is a part of me that I need to discover. I lean on the wall when I suddenly remember about my mother.

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

He didn't disturb her and both ended up again in comfortable silence. "See you at the party," Hades said and frowned. She nodded and made her way inside, not wanting to stay near him any longer. She might want to change her decision which won't be good for her family. Cordelia had again noticed them together, which fueled her anxiousness even further. She had tried to contact Mia again and again but she couldn't get through. The thought of a failed plan again agitated her and decided to take the matter into her own hands as she couldn't rely on Mia anymore.

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

I took a sharp breath as Asher took some strands of my curls and twirled them around his finger “I’ll be waiting, Gonzalez. I’ll be celibate until I get your response” “And if I say no?” I chuckled replicating the playful look in his eyes “I’ll remain celibate if you want me to” “That is impossible” I stated. “Is that a dare Gonzalez?” his hand moved from my locks to the side of my neck while his thumb stroked my cheek softly causing me to gasp slightly. “Miss Norman, what do you think?” Anna’s voice said snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked around to find four sets of eyes staring back at me expectantly.

Not sure where we’re headed but we left the glow of the city behind us as the driver makes so many round-sharp bends. “I thought we were going to your brothers?” Aurora asks Sierra. Must they keep bringing him up? Ugh, I have a feeling this trip will be the death of me. “We are,” Sierra nods, “Avery has a house about thirty minutes out of the city,” she shrugs and picks up her phone. A smile spreads Sierra’s lips when she sees who’s calling. “It’s Daniel,” She announces before she takes the call. Aurora’s in ‘Awe’ I just rolled my eyes. I mean she’s not been out of his sight for twenty four hours yet and he’s already calling asking her what she’s doing.

Eric sneered and asked, "Where are you from?" Cordelia obediently answered, "Auqania, the Crimson Flame Cult headquarters." Eric pressed further. "The brute in the Majestic Hotel, who was he?" Cordelia answered, "He was a convict sent by the High Oracle, Mr. Dorian Haynes." Eric muttered, "Dorian Haynes… so that's his name, a convict of the Crimson Flame Cult. One last question. Where did you take Shiloh?" Cordelia opened her mouth to answer, but she suddenly let out a scream. Her face even contorted as if in tremendous pain.

They found themselves sitting on the rock again - outside Encrea. "Why did it stop?" Cordelia asked. "You saw it too, didn't you?" Nherisa asked "I did see it." Cordelia said. "This curse has been in me since I was a baby." "Not just you." Nherisa said. "It had also flown through to me." ++++×××××××××××××××××××××××××××++++ With a gentle push, Cornelia pushed open the large wood wood doors to the royal library. She looked inside at the towering rows of ladder-lacking shelves filled with books, organised by order of genre and then in alphabetical order.

She wasn't going to let Marcus take the fragile peace she'd only just started building. As night deepened, Aria finally crashed on the couch. Eve stood alone on the balcony a while longer, city lights twinkling below, the glitch in her memory having cracked something open that felt bigger than tonight, bigger than Marcus, bigger than anything she'd been bracing herself against since coming home. The training. The lost year. Her father's vanishing. It all felt connected to something she wasn't ready to solve yet. But tonight, it had kept her alive. And for the first time since she'd stepped off that plane, Evelyn Harlow understood that she carried a kind of power that had never belonged to So

The burning eased to a dull throb, and the world settled into stillness once more. The High Cleric lowered his voice. “The Goddess’s will flows through you. Can you feel it?” Elysia looked at her hands. The gold beneath her skin pulsed in steady rhythm, deliberate and alien. “Yes,” she said, though the truth was stranger. She could feel something, but it was not peace. It was tension, a second heartbeat she could not name. “Good,” he murmured. “Through you, the Light shall cleanse the world.” He turned to the gathered priests.