Ahs Coven Myrtle Novels & Stories

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.

He then looked at Sage and said, “You seem to know who those people are.” “I’ve known them since I was a child,” he said and sat down with his back leaned on a tree and a sigh escaped his lips. “I am a member of the silver-crest coven and our place is Athens. That is where the council is and all other covens must go to Athens if there is a call for emergency. Although each covens have their own leader and totally disagree with what the other covens say, but we still come together be—”

gone! My questions... ashes. And I was still not done. I turned to Alex. "Did Bellion follow her? Did we learn anything from the file she left?" He hesitated. "Yes. A partial name. A facility in the Alps. Abandoned. But not cold." "What's its name?" He didn't answer right away. Then... "Coven." The word seeped into the air like smoke. I exhaled. "Then that's where we head next." Alex

It’s not ditziness, maybe oblivious? “Well, he probably didn’t want to overwhelm you. The reason it’s off-limits to us is because we aren’t members of the coven. In the woods are Howlers, basically what you would call hell hounds. They hurt anyone who isn’t a part of the coven, and while we might be familiars of members of the coven, we are not technically part of the coven, so if we went in there without our masters, the Howlers would kill us.” She states in an odd cheery tone.

The future role that we would have within the supernatural community also played in this. “The Pramble coven operates six different feeding rooms in the South, but the one in Atlanta caters to selective pallets. Dragons, Fae, and sirens are just a few options to choose from. They are not always available, but there is always at least one of them. One of my contacts mentioned that they have a ‘main attraction’ as they casually put it,” Valis explained.

I take in a deep breath, feeling almost as if I’m breathing underwater. At this point, I’ll welcome the rain, though I am almost to the coven. A group of hikers pass me by in a hurry to get to the parking lot, suggesting I do the same before the storm rolls in. I smile, nod, and pretend to take their advice, but then veer off the path, using an old, gnarled oak tree as a guide. The coven is about a quarter-mile away from the trail, far enough to make us feel like we were in the middle of nowhere when we were kids, but not so far a search party would need to get called for us, though people do get lost out here quite easily.

He lifted his glass to his lips to drink. I arched a brow, “it has everything to do with it apparently, you’re the price to be paid for the Mystic Coven to help with this, seems Savannah is quite taken with you and would like you to impregnate her.” His eyes went wide, and he choked on the sip he had just taken from his drink, Gamma Ashton laughed out loud, “HIM,” he shouted and laughed harder.

We start making out way down the hill and we make it to the bottom just as darkness is creeping up the sky. We head to the main house and drop off all the stuff we had taken with us, we quickly go up to our room and quickly get changed. Asher and Arizer are waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs for us to head to the clearing together. I give Asher a quick hug before we set off. Before we can get to the clearing someone comes running out of the main house "Annabelle, Keira.... we just got a call from the coven next to us. They are under attack."

She smiles, but it’s not really reaching her eyes. “We did a magical coven call. It’s faster and easier than to travel to them all one by one. Most say they are willing to meet with you and the Luna, but some of them have clearly already talked to Conan and they are on his side. Not that they told us right out, but it was heavily implied.” “Could you give me the names of the covens who want to have an alliance and then ones you feel already are on Conan’s side? It would be really helpful.” Ashlee nods and leaves the room with Sage.

But I felt like I could. That evening, Selene returned with a folder tucked under her arm and tension in her shoulders. “Got something,” she said, dropping the folder onto the table. I opened it slowly. Newspaper clippings. A few photos. A blood-red sigil that pulsed even on paper. “The Ashbournes have land ties to the old Vale coven,” Selene said. “The one that was wiped out during the Crescent Purge. They were seers. Elementals. Blood-binders.”