Book Coven Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure how much to tell him and I felt dumb for bringing it up in the first place, but I nodded my head once. “Yes,” I admitted. “I was given a book just like this.” “Who gave you this book?” He asked, curiously. “Another witch? That’s impossible. This book was designed by the former Coven leader. It was for this coven alone. No other witch outside this coven should have this book.” I furrowed my brows together; that was the same book Anna had given me. The same book that sat on a shelf in my apartment. “Her name is Anna. She grew up with the witches and they gave her this very spell book a long time ago,” I explained. “I would recognize the cover anywhere. It’s in my apartment.”

Hazel's eyes immediately started to scan the place they were, when they appeared at somewhere else. It was a vast land and there was nothing in sight... "Is this the place?" She asked, and Gwen nodded... "You can't see it yet," She added... Caroline and Hazel watched as Gwen started to mutter something under her breath. Her eyes were closed as she did, and slowly, their eyes became open, and they saw what Gwen was talking about... they were no longer standing in the vast but a place which looked like a small village... "Welcome to the Southern Coven, otherwise known as the Coven of Dark Witches" G,wen said and Hazel started to become a bit nervous when she saw the dark witches come out of th

“No.” Cassian didn’t back down. “The Coven Archives have records of every bloodline, every power, every prophecy. If Lena’s abilities are as old as they feel, then there will be something there.” Dorian pushed off the pillar, his stance rigid. “You want to march into the Coven’s territory? That’s suicide.” “They won’t hurt us if we go in peace,” Cassian countered. Lena frowned. “What exactly is the Coven?” Dorian let out a bitter laugh. “A relic of the past. A secretive council that hoards magic like dragons hoard gold.”

CHAPTER THREE Cooper’s Cove lay a mile to the east of Dorsal Finn’s harbour. As with other areas in the town, the large cave, accessible only at low tide, had bad folklore attached to it. The place was known locally as Coven Cove, and its association with witchcraft was no secret amongst the older generations. They took delight—especially around Halloween—in scaring kids with talk about the coven of witches who used to frequent the area, one of whom allegedly wrote The Book of Shadows, a grimoire of great power.

He stopped two feet from the circle's edge and crouched and looked at the runes the way I had watched him look at the scroll — not urgency, complete attention, the kind that meant he was reading something faster than it appeared. "Soren." Brecken's voice had the edge in it. "What is this." Soren didn't answer immediately. He moved along the edge, staying low, following one particular symbol with his eyes until it connected to the next. "I've studied these," he said. Almost to himself. "I've seen drawings of these." He stood up. His face had done something I hadn't seen it do before — gone pale. "These belong to the First Coven." "What does that mean," Cade said.

What shocks the hooded guy is that he didn't expect the result of the birth of his child this early and for it to actually birth two entities. There are two infants, birth from each side of the coin. The birth of these children brought changes to the book of the living. 'Destiny' is the name of the hooded guy, and he immediately opened the book and there is a new page appears on it. He couldn't understand how it happened for them to have this kind of destiny, it wasn't what he planned. He finally understands how it turns out like this, aside from him who oversees destiny, only the creator of destiny can manipulate it.

"Of course. These are precious. Once a sheet of paper gets stored in here, it’s in the protection of the Coven. Anyone can take it to read and research, but it can’t be taken out." Axel now understood the purpose of the tables they left behind. It’s for witches to sit and read. Considering that they were locked up in this realm for centuries, and they were not connected to the human realm where books can be mass-purchased, he had to ask... "From where did you get this many books?" "We write down everything. You can find books about someone’s life, research, plants... anything." "But not about portals.", Axel said. Serena paused. "Right. Not about portals."

Marcel moves closer to her slowly. “I want the same as you, the werewolves out of the witches’ lives. Alaric out of our home, Willow gone and no longer in control! They plan to get the vampires on their side and destroy the Monventla. I am the only person who knows where the book is; the spells are within it.” Marcel nods, sitting down. “What book might that be? The witches lost all of their written manuscripts centuries ago.” He looks at her waiting, Dan still stood on guard.

"Forget the oath, Layla. Imagine the possibilities this opens for us.” I took the book in my hand, wiping away the dust that coated its worn leather cover, at the center lay a faded triangular symbol, the crest of the coven. Layla recoiled, howling a guttural growl. “You did not…” She wheezed in disbelief, but the obvious was as lucid as daylight. “Oh yes, I did.” I chuckled darkly, a cold, hungry expression settling on my face along with a predatory glint in my eye I never knew I was capable of.

"And when I asked you why mother would do such a cruel thing to us, doubting her love for us at that instance, you told me, 'Whatever it is we need to go through to make us stronger, to better serve and protect the coven, should be done without question, regardless of our personal sentiment.' And that has been my watchword ever since." "Wow! I never knew I was such a role model to you," Talia said casually. "But what has all your narrative got to do with what you're here for?" Talia asked. Roweena smiled mildly, but had that wicked look in her eyes as she looked at her sister. "I want what you stole from the coven. I want the Book of Souls." "Well, technically, the Book of Souls is mine. It