Novel & Cerita Book Coven

She asked me again. I nodded. " She just got in before you" she said and I quickly say thank you to her. I quickly roamed my eyes to find her. I went to the science bookshelf because I know she loved evolution. I'm now in the origins section and while looking at her, I accidentally hold someone's hands and she was surprised. Of course, I was shocked too because we get the same book. It's about Origins of Werewolves and Human. " Mr.Reid?! Are you following me?" She furiously asked me.

magic and light as protectors of each other loyal by the goddess Hecate now the we 4 the coven heads have vowed not by spell or words of promise but by and oath of blood that we will protect, guide , and be loyal to Maddie and if the blood oath is broken by anyone they will pay with their blood, Maddie you have vowed not by spell or words of promise but by an oath blood that you will protect, guide, and stay loyal to you coven if the blood is broke by you the punish me is pay with your blood, Dee says since you already dripped your blood on the page you agreed now well to the coven Bless it Be Sis. They all hug me I am happy and full of joy and then Dee closes the book and tells me that thi

“Tuhin, Alexander, Pallatos, Verna, and Shinou were the greatest mages of all times. They are called the Ancients because they were believed to possess endless power. So much so that even after death, they rose after every thousand years to gain the power they’d lost, so that one day they can walk the Earth again. But rumour has it that each time they wake, even though their power increases, their physical bodies disintegrate little by little. To address that problem, a human is chosen, especially one who is a descendant of the Ancient awakening. These humans are called vessels. The Ancient then possesses the body of a shifter and injects its venom into the vessel to turn them. Once the tran

At the mention of Hanna, a small smile broke through my grief and I nodded. . The coven was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Nestled deep in the forest, it was a hidden world of magic and wonder. The community thrived in harmony, their magic pure and untouched by darkness. This was not the Hollywood version of witches—it was real, raw, and breathtaking.

Hashmuk whisphered against his ears, licking his earlobes. "Hashmuk, I have something to do." He tried to wriggle himself free from his grip when he recalled that him and his friends had agreed to meet at the palace’s library to dig deeper into the magic books they had carried along with them. "What do you want to do? Can’t it wait?" He asked, trailing kisses down his body. He wasn’t given time to respond because the next minute Hashmuk captured his lips for an itense deep kiss. Kelvin smiled through the kiss, closed his eyes and gripped Hashmuk’s hair. With one swap, he turned him so that he would be on top and captured his lips, pulled him against him for another heated kiss.

“Are you ready, dear?” “Yes, I am. Tell me again, where is the coven?” Alec takes my hand as we walk down the long hallway where the bedroom is located. While we do so, I watch as the servants and palace guards make bows by telling us. “Your highnesses.” I turn my attention to Alec. “The coven is about thirty minutes from the southern border of the pack. It is a quiet and very well guarded place. The witches of that coven are elemental and clairvoyant. Therefore, it is not wise at all to get into a fight with them. Usually, they remain neutral in any international conflict. And if I think about it, it seems extremely strange to me that your father spent time with them, and that they asked to

The night air was still and heavy with magic. “Alright … start the wards.” With a flick of her wrist, she commanded her coven to begin. They moved in unison, painting intricate symbols in the air with swift and precise movements. As they worked, a shimmering film coated the sky above them, slowly cascading down in an arc until it seeped into the ground below. Elysande stood at the centre, channelling her magic to create a shelter for her coven. With each flick of her fingers, furs and leather materialised into a sturdy tent, complete with a hole at the top for smoke to escape. The coven eagerly rushed inside, their steps muffled by the soft fur rugs covering the ground. One member clicked th

[That man's POV] Coven House was dark and cold inside, with only red lights burning everywhere as if fires were lit in the middle of every room. The air was thick, hot, and stank of blood, clinging to everything like a mist. It wasn't something that could be wiped away by water – the scent remained even though someone bathed after. It was so strong one could almost taste it when they breathed. This coven was the stronghold of the Dark Shadow Coven, which, like the Gravefur Pack, was based on the East Coast.

“You committed to this coven your unwavering loyalty. You must remember that.” “I stand by my word, Great Mother.” I say solemnly. “Time reveals all truths.” The Great Mother says. She reaches into the folds of her robe and retrieves a well worn book. “This is the first book taught to the girls being raised in our homes. It is enchanted and can only be read by a member of the coven. To an outsider it would be a copy of whatever book they are most familiar with. An illusion that feeds on their own imaginative energy.” She places the book in my outstretched hand.

I recognized it immediately. “This is the book my friend gave us.” “Who is your friend?” he demanded. Draven, who had been playing on his phone, finally looked up. “Can you tell him? He smelled that book and says his mates scent is all over it.” I looked at Caden. “The person who gave me this book is your mate?” He paced nervously. “What's her name?” “Carmella.” He repeated it softly. “What is she?” “A witch. A powerful one, too. Her coven is trying to marry her to some old ass warlock.”