American Horror Story Coven Kyle Spencer の小説・ストーリー

Polly looked back at her, confused, not registering. “He’s a very, very bad man, Polly,” Caitlin said. “He’s a dark and evil vampire. He is a loyal member of Kyle’s Blacktide coven. He’s come back here from another century, probably sent back to find me. I’m sorry to say this, but he’s using you. And you have to stay away from him.” For the first time ever, Caitlin watched Polly’s face contort with anger.

And she asked him, "Will you come with me?" "I'll go anywhere with you," Sage replied her. * Kyle became the new leader of his coven after Aamon's death and he declared himself as their new leader after placing Aamon's body in the inner room and Kyle didn't perform the burial for him. He announced to everyone that he would lay his body to rest after he kills the Chosen One. Since then, all the vampires have been preparing for war and looking forward to the day where they would take over and have the authority.

Instead of blankly staring down a woman enraged that A****n has a copy of Fifty Shadescheaper than we’re selling it, Kristy is holding a large piece of yellowed paper. “What is it?” I ask, knowing exactly who that paper is from. “The coven,” she says a little breathless, shocked by whatever she’s reading. “They’ve called an emergency gathering.” The coven only calls gatherings like this when something big is going down. A chill runs down my spine. The full moon yesterday. The vision. There had to be a third sign that I missed. I look at Lucas. “If—and I mean a big fat if—I decide to let you take me out on a date, it’s going to have to wait.”

she responded, her voice filled with excitement. As they settled into the living room, Christian and Mary shared stories of their time at the vampire coven, recounting the challenges and triumphs they had experienced while helping their parents manage the affairs of the coven. Chloe listened intently, her heart swelling with pride for her brother and mate, knowing the sacrifices they made to ensure the safety and well-being of their vampire community. Christian spoke of the delicate balance of power within the coven, where ancient traditions intertwined with modern ideals, creating a dynamic and sometimes tense atmosphere. He recounted the negotiations with neighboring covens, the disputes o

“Forgive these harsh accommodations,” the man said, running his hand along the thick metal chain that held me to the wall. “We’d be more than happy to let you go,” he said, “if only you would answer a few questions.” I looked back, unsure what to say. “I will begin. My name is Kyle. I am Deputy Leader of the Blacktide Coven,” he paused. “Your turn.” “I don’t know what you want from me,” I answered.

“Don’t be too surprised, Drake. You have to be strong and go to the training area where Mom and Dad are.” “Why? Is there something wrong? What happened?” I asked continuously. Spencer is also not the type who became too emotional and the way he talked seemed like something serious came up. I quickly stood up from the swivel chair and immediately took my coat on the rack. Even though I still didn’t know what happened, I believe this is an important matter as to how Spencer spoke. As soon as I already wore my coat, I heard Spencer speak. “It’s about Virginia… She was bitten by a vampire and it’s not just an ordinary vampire. It is a sire…”

“Enlightening me on how you knew about Kyle and my mother killing him.” My mother's memory mentions Kyle's name and coven. And how was your mother supposed to kidnap you and leave Kyle alone? I'm guessing neither one of them expected him to interfere with him being a hybrid. Not long after your mother murdered Kyle, our coven was attacked by hybrids. It's known that hybrids keep an extremely low profile, hence the secluded cabin in the woods, and when the headmistress exposed his whereabouts, they took revenge, but it wasn't until Alpha Trevor annihilated Embermoon Coven that the first headmaster died and Headmistress Toya took her place. Luna Ashley's eyes were roaming around, putting the p

"Okay, now you’re scaring me. What going on?" "How much do you believe in the supernatural?" I asked bluntly. Sam blinked. "Like ghosts and stuff? I mean, I've always thought Crestfall was creepy enough that something weird had to be going on. Why?" Becca leaned forward. "Sam, I need you to listen very carefully and try not to freak out. I'm a witch, Cole is a werewolf, and I accidentally opened a door to hell last night at the party. Now there's a demon of hatred posing as our English teacher who wants to bring more demons through that door and turn Crestfall into some kind of hellscape."

The bond curled around her like a second skin-fire, shadow, desire. Then the ground trembled. From the mist ahead, shadows rose and stretched, gathering into shapes too thin, too long, their limbs jagged like broken branches. They swayed as though boneless, faces featureless save for a black void where eyes should be. Teeth glinted faintly in their hollow maws. Aria' breath stuttered. The air itself seemed to recoil. "The coven is close," Kael growled, fire sparking around his body. His gaze narrowed. "But this.." His lips curled back into something that was almost a snarl. " This is older. A Hunter."