Conclave Novels & Stories

“It’s a trap.” “Yes,” Rose said. “And you’re going anyway.” “Yes.” Rowan slammed his fist into a tree. “They’re escalating because you’re winning without fighting.” “I’m not winning,” Rose said softly. “I’m surviving.” “And if they kill you?” Rose met his gaze steadily. “Then they make me a martyr.” “That’s not comforting.” “It’s not meant to be.” The Conclave met in a different place this time—underground, carved from ancient stone, warded against fire and sound alike. Alphas filled the chamber, tension thick enough to taste.

Their silver banners hung from their tall obsidian pillars as lanterns glowed like captured moons. And somehow I always found it irritating. The Conclave wasn’t just a gathering. It was a performance filled with activities that seemed like we all came together to eat and merry but every Alpha here understood it— It was a political strategy to meet each other and devise means to achieve whatever we wanted. And I hated it because Domario didn’t care what beef we had. We sat in his underground chamber and plotted but one rule stood—we never lay a hand on each other and every single one of us was expected to play our part.

Some dangerously were reverent. Keeper Althea rose from her seat, staff striking the stone once. The sound carried, amplified by the amphitheater itself. “By ancient accord,” Althea said, voice steady but tight, “this Conclave of the Twenty-One Circles is now in session.” A pause. Her gaze flicked to Avi. “…Including the Unclaimed.” A ripple moved through the assembly. Vorrin sneered openly. “Unclaimed?” he spat. “She stands with seven lines blazing and you dare call her unclaimed?”

Robin replied getting very curious about what was so special about this The Conquest List. "The Conquest List is a game Evans, Joe, Miller and I play every six months. We tabulate the number of girls we have slept with in the last six months and the person with the highest number gets to win whatever he wants. We also bet on girls and how long it would take to bed them." "What? You're so disgusting. How could you be playing such a disgusting game? Who owns this avatar called AXY?" Robin frowned, feeling sick after hearing what he said.

Eric hangs his head to the side, as he curiously asks me, “What are you talking about, babe? I see how all the eyes in the room are on me. I take a deep breath to calm my heart and begin to tell you what Aika told me “Alpha, we convergent wolves do not have a destined mate. We can choose more than one mate, if we want or if we need to, we can reject them even after being marked, without going crazy.” Eric pulls my hand, staring at me and says, “Don't you dare reject me!” I smiled amused at his words while I answered him, “I would never do it." I told him to calm him down. The alpha speaks, leaning on the back of his chair, while touching his chin, “Hum interesting. This information was not i

"Come in." A young boy, barely fifteen, entered with a sealed envelope. "From the Council," he said. "They want you at the midnight gathering." Catherine accepted the letter and dismissed him. As she broke the wax seal, the parchment inside was brief but chilling: "It begins." --- At midnight, deep beneath the basilica, a conclave of cloaked figures stood in a perfect circle. Each bore an emblem—a sacred relic of the old guardians. Catherine stood among them now, hooded and accepted. Her eyes scanned the ancient mosaic beneath their feet—a depiction of fire engulfing a blooming tree.

"And conclave is the perfect venue. Time to take back what's mine." Ruh-ro. She leaned away as my heart stopped, skipped. Pounded a painful beat. "With your help, I'll be Dumont Coven leader again before tomorrow night." ***

“No one will propose anything. Your father and I will make that clear, but we cannot avoid meeting them. Alessia, today we hold a controlled audience. Only selected delegates will see you.” Ianthe smirked. “We start with Solaris allies, then neutral parties. Lunaris last.” Kael tensed violently. “Lunaris should be excluded.” “It cannot be,” Ariadne said quietly. “It is the Conclave.” Kael’s voice darkened. “The Moon King will overstep.” “Yes,” Ianthe agreed. “And we will put him back in his place.” Seraphine clapped very softly. “So powerful… so scary… I love it.”

​ “No⁠ more walls, no more​ running‌.‍” ‍Adrian‌ held him tighter. “No more.” O⁠utside, the fina​l board vote approached, more lawsu‍its, media storms and corp‌or‌ate betrayal. But in the quiet​ o⁠f the penthouse, afte‌r ho‍urs of raw, passionate sex‍, Adri​an Vale had finally surrendered completely.

He was a good guy, and we always had fun when he came up to visit. “Is he coming up?” Chase asked, and the Alpha smiled but shook his head. “He was telling me about the latest conclave meeting,” The Alpha said and I rolled my eyes. The Conclave was like the justice system for the supernatural world. They dealt with issues that couldn’t be dealt with internally. The main body was made up of all different supernaturals and ruled by the almighty Alchemist, who just seemed to look down on everyone. My father had sent me to do some work for the Conclave a few years back. I had tried to resist, but to b