Book Coven Novels & Stories

The four of us gathered around the desk. “This is it. I found it in your father’s private library,” Diane said. She set the book down with care, as if presenting an artifact to a council. She turned the yellowed, brittle pages until she found the passage she wanted. Her finger paused near the middle; the ink was faded but still legible. "There was one coven once. Six witches led it, the strongest of their kind, and they kept the whole craft in balance. Originally, the coven and the packs shared no bad blood. We coexisted harmoniously for years.”

In a much more level voice he calls, " Laina you can come in here. Do not be worried about the call, it is nothing I can't handle." Hesitantly, I walk in to see him visibly relaxing and smiling to me from behind a mahogany desk. Noticing the book clutched in my hand he nods to it and asks, "How are you liking it so far? It happens to be one of my favorites, although I have not read it in quite some time." Instead of beginning discussing the book like I had originally planned, I ask, "Who are the Midnight Coven witches?" "It is nothing you need to worry about. Just some witches stirring up trouble but there is nothing they can do hear." He replies. "Now, why don't we discuss that book since t

A few days later, her coven was attacked and she was killed. The book was taken away by another coven. Some days later, that coven got attack too. It became a sequence. And every coven the book enters became victims of the attack, misfortune, and ill-luck. Out of fear, the rest of the coven withdrawn. They were so afraid their coven would be the next. They also stayed away from the coven which had the book. This coven suffered for three years with nobody to help them. They tried disposing of the book but as many times as they drew the book away, it returned. Every member of the coven was killed, leaving the place desolated. Nobody knew what happened to the book. No one attempted to check the

Even the woods around us look strange and dark. “We are at my coven. Welcome to the Coven of the Crow and Shadows. This is my home and your home now as well. You are safe here.” “I gathered we are at your coven, but this isn’t the human realm.” Zane chuckles. “We are indeed in another realm. My coven practices dark and black magic. It’s safer for us to be in another realm. I’ll give you a tour, explain my coven to you, give you the rules, and then I have someone I need you to meet with before we do the binding ceremony.”

I nodded, overwhelmed. “Good. Now let me show you our library” Freya pushed the massive double doors open and I could not hold back a gasp. Shelves stretched from floor-to-ceiling and no matter how far I looked, it didn't seem to end. Some books floated in the air, flipping pages on their own. Though the library was huge, the books were neatly organized. “Admiring our collection?” Freya asked. I nodded, still in awe. “This is the heart of our coven. History, spell, rituals. Everything thing you need to know us in here”

It was her first time coming here. She swiped her hand across the room, and her palm lighted as it passed on the unmarked section of the bookshelf. It was the section locked by Elaine. She is the only one who can access them, I remember Bastien telling me before. She approached the shelf and swiped her hand once more; the lock clicked loose, and the glass door slid open. She held her hand suspended in the air as I watched in awe how the unmarked books and a few rare-looking gems and marked pieces of cloth hidden behind them flew out of the book cabinet. She sighed heavily, “these are the books and stones Flora stole from the coven,” she murmured, just a little over a whisper. “I worked so ha

Nobody had proven they ever crossed between one realm to another. Now, she was really considering every theory possible. “I know someone who knows dark magic,” Patricia said, gaining everyone’s attention. “There is an underground coven that had been on the wanted list of the Council.” “Where is this underground coven?” # Cohen woke up and saw he was in the middle of a flower field. There was a windmill and a house located not far from his location. Another thing he saw was the person who sat next to him. He quickly got up and looked at her.

"This contains most of what we know. But then again we cannot Sage does not waste time. The moment the thought of the coven crosses his mind, he grabs his coat and heads out. He had assumed he would let things cool, but he can't. Not right now. The coven house sits at the edge of the city, far fro the main pack territory. It is an old stone building surrounded by tall trees that has probably been standing longer than most of the people living in the region. Sage knows this place more than himself. He has been here countless times.

He moved toward me, his boots silent on the marble, and leaned over my shoulder, his large, calloused hand resting on the table beside the book. "The Coven isn't just looking for a way to break through," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I didn't turn to face him; I couldn't bear to see the look in his eyes if he knew the truth. "They’re looking for a skin to wear. A body strong enough to house the First Speaker’s essence."

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.