Ahs: Coven Quotes Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“But someone must know more. Someone who remembers.” Liora nods her head, sighing as she leans back in her chair. “There is a coven. Old as time itself, some say. They were part of the last hunt, centuries ago. The only ones who kept true records of what happened. But you’ll have a hard time getting anything out of them.” I blink, my stomach dropping as she finishes her thought. “Because that coven,” she says slowly, her voice cold and deliberate. “Was founded by one of your ancestors, Hazel. Nicholas Grimshaw.”

Ivory POV The second book I picked up was called, ‘Dynamics of a Coven’ Chapter 1 Understanding what a coven is will help you understand how they operate. Each coven has a mascot. Animals like a black bat, cat or even a crow. No two covens have the same animal that represents them. These animals are believed to be the souls of their ancestors. Coming back to help guide them in their future needs.

"You left the Coven? So I'm not the only one." He gave me a sad smile. "You're not the only one to have left. There's a whole group of us, Hedge Witches, we call ourselves. We all have our own reasons we didn't mesh or work well with the Coven's rule. But the Coven doesn't like to advertise that it's lost members unless of course, they died for their 'honorable' cause." Cameron's tone had turned bitter, but I could hardly blame him. I turned, studying the books on his shelves as his office door opened and Hunter reappeared with a small selection of sodas clutched in his arm.

“The potion’s already in the Peak. Our contact delivered it this morning.” “Who?” Aiden smiled wider. “I told you. They’d never see it coming.” He stepped toward the fire, holding his hand above the flames, and dropped a coin—small, silver, and carved with a crescent moon—into the embers. “They’re surrounded,” he whispered. “Wolves in sheep’s clothing, waiting for my word.” The flames hissed. And far away, in Raven’s Peak, someone was already pouring Asher’s tea.

BLURB Elias Marchetti was seven years old the night his father's name became a curse. Everyone in Ironmouth believes Salvatore Marchetti murdered Adrian Cassano, the golden heir of the city's most powerful family, over a debt no one can prove existed. Elias has spent nineteen years paying for a crime he didn't commit: spat on in the street, denied work, watched like a rabid dog waiting to bite. Then Kai Cassano comes back to Ironmouth. Adrian's younger brother was twelve when his father died. He grew up cold, sharp, and starving for the one thing that could quiet the noise in his head, the blood of the man who took his father from him. When he can't find Salvatore, he settles for

Knuckles asked confused and Pagan laughed. “It’s what my mom always says. Like in Christianity you have a million protestant flavors and a half dozen catholic flavors. Each Coven is different, a different flavor, if you will.” “What are you?” “Not practicing. I was raised in the Coven of Dark, not to be confused with black magic. The Coven of Dark falls somewhere in the gray area. Maybe a little on the darker side.” He gave a little grin and shoulder shrug. “Won’t curse anyone, because what you put out, comes back to you.”

The negotiations continued unabated, a meticulous and deliberate process of ensuring that every detail, every nuance, and every eventuality was thoroughly discussed and understood by all parties involved. The Coven Priests listened intently, their faces set in determined expressions, as they committed every word, every phrase, and every stipulation to memory. The air was thick with the weight of responsibility, as we all knew that the success of our Covens depended on the precise execution of our plans.

Lilith purred, using the plural form to represent the entire entity of the Coven. “It's been a busy century,” Paoli said. Lilith nodded slowly. “Indeed?” He held her gaze for a moment before dropping his eyes in a show of respect. “We have come before the Coven after years of faithful service to beg a boon," Paoli said. Silence stretched out for a few moments that seemed like eternity. “What is it you beg US for this time?" Lilith asked with a trace of mockery. "As I have done before, I beg the Coven to lift an order of execution," Paoli said, his voice carefully level.

“You’ve got this strange sense of humor. Just like my queen, Cecilia!” I forced a smile onto my lips. “I’m just answering your question, Your Majesty.” Elyx nodded slowly, pursing his lips. “This,” he said, lifting the box slightly, “is the box of ashes. Created by the very first coven during the Age of Undoing.” I raised my brows, pretending to be unaware as he continued. “It became a threat. So the soothsayers took it…and now Ihave it,” he shrugged, spinning the box in his hand. “Only one exists.”