Book Coven Novels & Stories

I left the meeting house and went outside I needed to do research on the black wolf coven so I walked the short distance to the library, honestly I love the library, when I walked into the library all heads turned to me I nodded at all of them and carried on walking to the shelf that held information on other covens, I felt a presence next to me, it was the librarian "May I help you look for something, my queen?" "Yes please, any information you have on the black wolf coven please" I asked grateful that he came to help, he nodded and got to looking he looked on the top shelf I looked on the middle, then the librarian, Mitch, looked on the bottom shelf but neither of us could find the book

There’s even someone there, lying on their back on a sofa—I can’t tell if it’s a man or a woman. Whoever it is, they have a book in their hands, and I almost stop dead to stare at them. I’m looking at someone who not only knows how to read, but has also preserved a book instead of using it for kindling the way most people did early in the Lunar Reversal. I’ve seen books plenty of times, of course—my mother had some, and if Cassian is to be believed, there’s still a library full of them out there somewhere. But this wasn’t what I expected to see in a coven. I don’t know what I did expect. Moon Casters holding hands and chanting, maybe.

As I stepped out, my eyes caught sight of a book. 'Sorcery: The introduction' was what was printed in beautiful cursive on the spine of the book. I pulled it out of its place and two other books fell over where its position had been. Curiosity caused me to open the first page and I find the name of the coven there. "Welcome to the Ravens Den Coven", it said. My eyes skim through the things written on the page and I flip over to the next page. What I find there causes my heart to stop. It causes my whole world to almost fall apart.

I pushed an open book towards Patrick. "It says that a coven has to contain witches but they don't have to be of age or have received their full power to assist in the ceremony for another to receive magic or create a coven. It has to be a group of at least four all with at least a bit of witches blood running through them. All the women can draw a bit on the other witches power once the coven is created. You just have to perform the coven rituals. They can continue to draw on each others powers until the coven is disbanded or all the members are dead." I said as he read over the passage. "That's amazing. How difficult are the coven rituals?" Patrick asked

"You did it to keep your velvet throne." I placed my boot firmly on the heavy leather ledger. A spark of solar fire ignited from my sole, and in seconds, the book of sins burst into cleansing, golden flames. "The Coven is dead. The High Priestess is a pile of ash in the Ever-Dark," I whispered, leaning in so close he could feel the terrifying chill of the Void. "Your buyers are gone. And your reign is over." I raised my hand, forming a single, razor-sharp needle of shadow. I didn't aim for his heart. I aimed for his magic.

The chair where Marcus had sat during battle planning, the maps still on the walls from this morning. This morning. It felt like a week ago. Dr. Chen set the book on the table and opened it to the marked page without preamble. She’d been in the archive for the forty-five minutes since the council chamber had emptied, and she’d come back with the particular expression of someone who had found the answer to the question and didn’t like the answer. “Coven structure,” she said. “Traditional formation. It’s documented across multiple independent sources — pack records, neutral scholars, even some witch-authored texts that entered circulation after coven defections.” She turned the book so the tab

The title etched on the cover caught my eye, sending a chill down my spine: The Lineage of the Blackhollow Coven. Curiosity and unease warred within me as I opened the book. The pages shimmered faintly, a subtle glow that hinted at the magic infused within them. It wasn’t just a history - it was alive, recording the lives of those within the Blackhollow bloodline as they unfolded. My breath hitched as my name appeared in delicate, glowing script, right above Aurora’s. The sight made my heart ache and swell simultaneously.

Deep beneath the twisted forest canopy, past the wards that shimmered like veils of moonlight, the oldest coven had gathered in the crypts—a hollow carved into the bones of the earth, where time itself bowed to the will of the witches. A breathless hush fell as Lenora stepped into the sacred chamber. Her raven-black cloak swept behind her, its hem soaked from the dew-kissed grass above. The stone altar ahead, worn smooth by centuries of ritual, was surrounded by runes glowing faintly in crimson. Candles flickered to life on their own as she approached, their flames casting eerie shadows that danced like spirits. At the altar’s base, an acolyte unrolled the cracked parchment of an unearthed s

With a total of 100 mage coins at hand, Audrey started on her shopping spree. She and Niccoli visited different emporiums. 'Magus Athenaeum' was written majestically at the entrance of the first shop that they visited. As a new student, obviously they have to buy the book for their studies. So it is normal that their first stop will be a book store. There are a total of six books listed on the paper given to them and they look around the library for these specific books. Meanwhile, the library was divided into different sections and they were neatly separated by subject. The bookshelves for Herbology and Beasticology for the study of mystical plants and magical beast respectively were placed

I was not the Crimson Priestess and even though I wasn’t sure what that entirely meant to me or the pack itself I would not allow Melina to tarnish that. I started looking at Rogan’s computer and the few books it seemed he had read to get information about who I might be. The idea of him looking at all of these items made me feel good that he cared that much. I picked up the first book which was written by a fellow wolf as it had far too many details about where wolves might be located at. I followed the geographics of the writing and realize that the Cresent Moon Pack couldn't be further than a few days away from us if traveling by wolf. That made the idea of an attack now hard to believe.