Ahs Coven Cordelia Novels & Stories

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

Dawn says, "funny that." I almost ask her how she knows, but I'm sure Myle's would have told her. Who knows how long Myle's has known along with Asher. I don't know what anyone does at this point. I'm just trying to get through the next few days without being found out by Asher. "Who's this?" I ask warily, matching the heaviness of the stranger behind Dawn's gaze. "Coen," he replies. "My name is Coen, and I'm Alpha Kaden's brother."

“Right well, she did that and other such things. I don’t know what happened, but her coven turned on her. Your father found out they had lured her into a trap in the woods. Adam, her husband, came to ask for your father’s help to rescue her. It was a long time ago so I remember little, but it had something to do with her magic. I asked your father not to get involved, but Cordelia had helped the pack and us personally so much, not to mention she was a goddess blessed witch. In your father’s mind, it was his duty to help her.” “And then what?” “When he didn’t come back, we went out to look for him. We found him, Cordelia, and her husband dead. Next, we approached the witches to demand justice

"You have been brought before us because of your crimes against the coven." "What times have I committed?" Cordelia says. "I am not a member of this coven." "Perhaps you have forgotten the deal we made," Endora says. "Your life in exchange for a child." "There was no child," Cordelia blatantly lies. "She died in childbirth." "Lies!" Endora screams. "We know there was a child." Cordelia rolls her shoulders back and holds her head high. "There is no child." Endora leans forward on the table in front of her and smiles evilly. "You will spend the rest of eternity in the void for your transgressions against the coven."

I could only hear her voice if she spoke to me or if she wanted me in on their conversation. Just as fast as she’d come, I felt her depart and my eyes slowly fluttered open to find all seven oracles staring directly at me. “The goddess has spoken,” Cordelia declared. The crowd went silent, and I could feel the sudden tension in the air. “The goddess demands that no supernatural being question the bond between the two. The incoming king Draven and his Luna Esmeray have been ordained to be one from the beginning of time,”

Love POV “A puppeteer is inside the castle gates,” I say. The heavy oak door swings back with a groan. Cordelia steps into my private chambers. Her fingers lock around the frame. “What did you just say?” Cordelia asks. The air between us turns cold. A puppeteer spell is ancient. It is a dead art. It is the kind of magic that leaves a foul taste in the back of the throat. “You heard me,” I say. Anika pushes past her. Her face is pale. The rest of the coven elders crowd the corridor behind her. Their robes rustle like dry leaves.

He didn’t want her to be stronger. Something was going on, and Father wasn’t telling anyone. So I made my own move and tried to find the answer. Until it fell on me. I met Cordelia, the right hand of Orpheus. Orpheus was the immortal seer of the underworld. She could see the future, but she couldn’t remember it afterward, so she needed someone to be with her whenever she had her readings. So Cordelia knew everything. Since I was the Prince of Lust, I never had any problem making her fall for my allure. I succeeded when no one had. Because the next thing I knew, I was already fucking her and extracting information from her.

"Perhaps hell is real. If it is, then I'll see you there, dear." I felt a shock going through my body, so deep in my bones. "Who did this to you? How are you connected to Fiona?" She tilted her head, "This is all you care about?" She sounded really confused, "You don't care about the little fact that you're helping the one person who will lead you to your final death?" I didn't need her to look towards Cadell to know who she was talking about. Her shackles clanked as she pushed her body forward towards me. Her face was only a mere inch from mine, "Alpha Cadell will be your death, Cordelia Blackwell. And this time, there will be no coming back."

He asks, sounding worried and Kaan gets distracted enough to look at me. He ignores Sylvana and walks to me to hold my face with both hands. “What is it, Hiraya? You look like you’ve seen a ghost—” I probably have, but having experienced Sylvana’s power already, I was hoping it was just another shifter with a peculiar talent. “W-What is Lady Cordelia’s special ability?” They glance at one another. “Longevity. She is the oldest lycan in existence.” Kaan answers evenly. “Why?”