Book Coven Novels & Stories

Yet, they had only been sighted a hundred years ago, that many people get the wrong idea. "Coven? You mean the society of witches?" He nods. "What about them? Did the other guild find a location of something?" "No, alpha." He shook his head, "The Coven... reached out to them." I was taken back. You're telling me the Coven reached out to an information guild, and out of all organizations.. They chose an information guild? The Coven. As far as I can remember from the books i've read, it was a society that has long been forgotten, witches who had sworn to live in the darkness for eternity, and the strongest witchcraft user ever recorded in history.

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.

“There’s a coven in town. I’ve got a contact who’s very helpful so far. Now, you dodged a bullet when you refused to sign that nonaggression treaty. Don’t mate with Sapphire until she rejects her old pack, or you might as well sign the TWP over to Kilburn. It’s got to do with some treaties that date back to when the town was founded. She’s the key to Kilburn’s stranglehold on that pack and the town. The town’s surviving on the magic of the coven, but it’s struggling under Kilburn’s mission to destroy it and push the last of the special people out of here. If he succeeds, the town will fail.” “So his goal is to make the town fail.” “Yes, through loopholes found in the treaties. But we’re not

“I seem to be turned around. Could you maybe help me?” She nods her head without hesitation. “Of course! You’re in Cape Point.” Cape Point. The name rings through my mind, a distant memory just out of reach. I repeat it in my head, testing its weight, until realization slams into me. A coven once thrived here... a coven that dabbled in dark magic. My pulse quickens. This can’t be a coincidence. My gaze lands on a rack of folded maps by the register. Without missing a beat, I walk over, pluck one from the stack, and return to the counter. The woman scans it, still smiling as I hand over the money.

When I opened my eyes, the glass was still full of lukewarm water. "The ice coven goes back for centuries," she said, dropping a thick book on the table in front of me after she had made stew for the two of us. I was afraid to ask what was in it, but I ate it without complaint as my stomach growled in irritation. "Where did they come from?" I asked her as I started to flip through the pages of the book. Illustrations are sketched into each page, and the words are handwritten. "We, darling. You say we now, okay?" I nodded my agreement as she continued to tell me the history of the ice coven.

I had to find out what the fuck was really going on for myself. I did eventually find quite a bit of information about the so-called Zoldeck coven. My main source so far came from an ancient looking book one of the staff members directed me to when I told them I was looking for info on witches. The cover was brown and wrinkly and had some type of spiral symbol with three swirly things connected to each other. There was writing on the front, but it was in a language I didn’t recognize. It felt like dried up leather and the pages were so stiff I thought they would crumble between my fingers.

Blood Coven was, however, a very welcoming place. It was a pleasant spring day and although the temperature was brisk Conri's face and chest were flushed with warmth. His hair was a little damp, but he didn’t seem to notice as he walked along the cobble-lined street of Blood Coven. Dom and Colleen walked beside him while the other four Betas followed closely behind. Witches they passed on the streets bowed quickly in both greeting and respect to the Alpha of Alphas. Conri smiled at them and nod in return, but otherwise, they kept walking, ignoring the stares and whispers that they drew when they entered the center of Blood Coven. Once past the gates, they went straight ahead down the main st

She took the book to Ethan. The two of them had been through too much together, fights, passion, betrayal, and the kind of intimacy that left scars. Yet when she walked into his apartment with rain in her hair and fear in her eyes, he said nothing cruel. He only pulled her inside. She placed the book on his table. “I found this in my mother’s things,” she said. Ethan raised a brow and opened it. As he read, his jaw tightened. “This looks like… a covenant. Some kind of blood society.”

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

The coven house is located at Rue Crèmieux, a colorful residential street that barely has a human life form on it. Only the echoes of my footsteps could be heard as I walked down the desolate lane. I got to the front of a house and pushed the door open. The whole room was pitch black. I conjured a small fire on my pinky finger and walked in. The familiar smell of moisture wafted to my nostrils; I just can't get used to it. I held my breath. There, sitting in their usual spot, are the rest of the members, about a hundred of them staring at me eerily with an odd smile on their faces. The only thing that lit the room was a single candle on the table.