Ahs: Coven Quotes Novels & Stories

He held it out to Coop, who lit it with a flash of miniature flame. He took a long drag and said, “It’ll make us strong enough to form a coven of our own.” “There are these…” Coop trailed off, searching for the right word. “These beings that are basically pure power, right? They all do different things. At least, that’s what we think. Well, there’s this one that grants a favor when you call on it.” Numbness swallowed the strange feeling brewing in my gut before I could figure out what it was.

He was looking at the bottle, completely ignoring her. Rook Theia reached forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, but he shook her hands away. But she smiled, ignoring his actions. "I know that your special maid Pawn Clara is only for spying on me in this coven," he said with a sarcastic smile. "In my view, it is called care," she slyly said, peering into his tint black eyes, trying to defend her wrongdoings. "But she didn't tell me anything; the whole coven knew it already. Because it could never happen that you came back at night when it was your hunting time, with your return, the entire Dark Shadow Coven is in turmoil. Everyone is talking like Ace Denzell got a big hit this time."

I know that’s horrible to say, but there are just some days I’m not in the mood to hear about the coven. I love my coven. I do. They are a fantastic community, but my whole life revolves around the coven. I’m part of the bloodline created to help run the coven and maintain the coven’s realm while maintaining its magic as well. I’ve spent so much time learning about the coven, its history, traditions, ceremonies, and its secrets. I’m happy to serve my coven. I’m proud to be my father’s daughter, the granddaughter of Death, but damn sometimes, I just don’t want to deal with or hear about coven shit.

Asher orders sitting back in his chair hoping they would all turn to leave, most did but one remained where he was lost in his thoughts. “We know this war is going to be inevitable, it’s written in many of the texts surrounding werewolf kind and this pack. This Coven in particular has been advancing towards this pack faster than any other, your father knew it was going to be a problem.” The man spoke which did cause Asher to look up at the man growing annoyed, he hated when people would bring up his father without discussing it with him before. “We all had hoped the next Luna would be The Unknown Luna A, but now with your mate being human- “the man continues which was the last straw for Ashe

Just as he was about to open the door, I heard him say it—in a tone so gentle it made me want to scream: "Sera, be a good girl..." The door closed. Those words. The exact same tone. Thirteen years ago, when I was broken and bleeding in his arms, he had whispered the same thing to me. "Elara, be a good girl..." Now, he was saying it to another woman. I heard frantic footsteps outside the door, then Seraphina’s shrill voice. "Kaelen, let me in! I want her dead tonight! I can't wait anymore!"

I say. "I'll do it," August volunteers, getting to his feet and taking some things from under his desk. "Well, they're called the Astral Coven. So yeah, that kind of gives away what they are. Even though they're most likely a very tame version of what they used to be. I know their leader. It's a woman named Anais. She should respond. But not through a letter. I should send a messenger." He sounds very nervous, and I can't blame him. I'm nervous too.

He stopped two feet from the circle's edge and crouched and looked at the runes the way I had watched him look at the scroll — not urgency, complete attention, the kind that meant he was reading something faster than it appeared. "Soren." Brecken's voice had the edge in it. "What is this." Soren didn't answer immediately. He moved along the edge, staying low, following one particular symbol with his eyes until it connected to the next. "I've studied these," he said. Almost to himself. "I've seen drawings of these." He stood up. His face had done something I hadn't seen it do before — gone pale. "These belong to the First Coven." "What does that mean," Cade said.

she said, rising slowly from her seat. “But he has done more good for this coven than any of us. He’s led us through war, through drought, through losses. He has earned our trust over the years” Several others also nodded in agreement to her words. “He made a mistake of the heart,” Asra continued. “And if we are to cast him out for that, then may the Goddess strike us all, for who among us has not made mistakes?” A low murmur of approval spread through the room. My chest tightened, emotion welling unexpectedly.

I tell everyone as I try to keep my composure as I try not to scratch a hole in my chest, but all three Coven members start laughing. The Coven King speaks up as he notices the rest of the groups growing rage, “we use portals not cars, unless you three would rather meet us there in six hours after we’ve rescued my Queen.” He sets a devilish smirk on his face that would make me angry if I didn’t feel like someone was trying to slowly rip me apart. “No if you’re offering we will use a portal with the three of you, but if we don’t have a drive we should finish planning, so we don’t have any stupid missteps.” He nods at me as the five of them get back to arguing over involving anyone else in our

” Oh, they must be feeling extra sassy tonight because they are pulling all the stops. I go over my night as best I can, there are some coven related things that must remain between coven members only and both Damian and Ashe agree that Marlene’s blessing is important and worth reflecting on more. Ashe leaves the room after an hour of chatting and I settle into Damian’s arms, exhausted, but craving his warmth and closeness. I fall asleep quickly surrounded by that earthy, woodsy scent that I associate with him.