Ahs: Coven Quotes Novels & Stories

Havermouth, Present Time “Ah f-k,” Aislen smirked as she dragged her eyes over Tabitha Marie. “And suddenly so much becomes clear. Let me guess, one of my boys, or all of them, f-ked with you during your teen years and you’ve been leading the Vendetta Coven in their revenge efforts to deflate the Triquetra’s sausages permanently ever since? Liked their sausage a bit too much, and made you pout to give it up, did it, bitch-cat?”

Alisa asked, frowning. “I told you, there are scarier things than Anomalies out there. More powerful, more intelligent, more destructive,” said Jester. “They call themselves the Coven. They initially claimed to be a religious organization who worship a deity from another dimension. They are convinced that their god is telling them to make a sacrifice worthy of his attention, and for some reason they took that to mean that they should help the Anomlies commit wanton massacres.” “Why would they do that?” asked Alisa, looking horrified. “What would a god possibly want with so much blood?”

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.

“I appreciate it.” “I was responsible for f-king you up, so I guess I was responsible for un-f-king you,” Aislen replied. “Well, now that we’ve sorted his head out, shall we gather the coven?” Aaron was annoyed by the banter. “Yeah, good idea,” Bianca rose to her feet. “Let’s go and get them, Aaron.” Aaron’s sigh was resentful, but he rose to his feet and followed her out of the kitchen, leaving Aislen and Toby alone.

He looks hawkish, his shrewd eyes surveying the scene before him and judging us all in the worst possible light. As his eyes find mine, the snarl on his face reminds me so much of Clancy that my stomach rolls with disgust, even before he says, “It doesn’t matter, son, the little hybrid queen couldn’t have done us any damage. We are coven.” “What a racist prick,” Hawthorne swears softly under his breath, his face turned away from the coven leader and towards me as he adds silently, mind to mind, “I always hated him. His opinions disgust me”

“If you’re telling the truth, then we need your help. If what you’re saying about this coven is true, we’re going to need every advantage we can get.” Althea nodded. “I’ll do whatever I can. But you should know... this won’t be easy. The coven is powerful, and they won’t stop until they’ve achieved their goal.” “Then we’ll stop them first,” Jake said firmly. His confidence was reassuring, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were in over our heads. --- As the night deepened, Althea and I worked together to decipher the symbols on the parchment, searching for any clues that might lead us to the coven’s location. Fatima joined us, her presence a welcome comfort.

Thomas announced the intercom went silent and the metal gates rattled as they opened. As we walked through the open gates we greeted by a shirtless man, wearing only blue faded jeans, he had light brown hair and great abs, you could tell he worked out "Welcome to the Black wolf coven" he kissed my hand as I introduced us "I am queen Anastasia, this is Thomas, the head council of the Unitaur coven and this is my mate, Damon Salvatore" I finished with a smile

said Brent, in a quiet tone, Letting out a heavy breath, "I understand, but still having more of us walk this planet is not the best or wise choice to make," said Gretchen, "Please let this remain with us, I don't want her to know about it for now," said Gretchen, "Yea," replied Brent. * * * * The elders of the coven sat around a big table covered with scrolls and letters, in a well-lit room, that had engravings and symbols well carved out on the walls.

Every muscle in my body tightens as I instinctively step between them and the pack house. Christoph holds up his hands as I step back. He doesn't look offended by my reaction. If anything, he looks like he expected it. “I see the direction your mind is going in. Firstly, let me assure you, we are a peaceful coven. Secondly, we are now your allies. King James Ashbourne and I signed the agreements personally a couple of months ago. You have nothing to fear.” ‘Do you believe him?’ I ask Medus, who is up and pacing in my mind.

“Hey there! Are any of you free to come with us while we interrogate the prisoners? There needs to be at least five Cabinet members to sit in on any interrogation of those from outside the coven.” Atticus, our resident financial advisor, was the first one to close his book and stand up. Then there was Brooklynn, our resident P.R. advisor, that stood up with a smirk. Her twin brother Brody, one of our resident combat advisors, was next. That led to Cashmir, the other resident combat advisor, to follow suit. Those two were practically inseparable. Then Delphine, our resident education advisor, also stood up. I should not have been surprised that all five who were in the library agreed to go wi