Romans & histoires Cordelia Ahs Coven

“But someone must know more. Someone who remembers.” Liora nods her head, sighing as she leans back in her chair. “There is a coven. Old as time itself, some say. They were part of the last hunt, centuries ago. The only ones who kept true records of what happened. But you’ll have a hard time getting anything out of them.” I blink, my stomach dropping as she finishes her thought. “Because that coven,” she says slowly, her voice cold and deliberate. “Was founded by one of your ancestors, Hazel. Nicholas Grimshaw.”

“Right well, she did that and other such things. I don’t know what happened, but her coven turned on her. Your father found out they had lured her into a trap in the woods. Adam, her husband, came to ask for your father’s help to rescue her. It was a long time ago so I remember little, but it had something to do with her magic. I asked your father not to get involved, but Cordelia had helped the pack and us personally so much, not to mention she was a goddess blessed witch. In your father’s mind, it was his duty to help her.” “And then what?” “When he didn’t come back, we went out to look for him. We found him, Cordelia, and her husband dead. Next, we approached the witches to demand justice

Footsteps sounded in the lobby. Instantly I grew alert. Grabbing my bewitched glasses, I fixed it on with a scowl. Unannounced, Cordelia, one of the witches in my coven, threw my door open. Her alcohol sloshed onto my floorboards, her sweaty fingertips touching allover my doorframe as she supported herself, leaving prints of her invasive, annoying DNA. And then the tip of the iceberg? She smiled at me. My scowl intensified. "What do you want?"

Bohdan asked. “You have great power here, everyone knows of the great Bohdan. Everyone wants you to be on their side,” the zombie vampire replied. “What’s your name?” Bohdan asked. “My name is Rodell.” “Well Rodell, I’m not responsible for you or your clan. I have no power and I don’t plan to join anyone’s group.” “You may have no choice,” Rodell said. “And how do you figure?” “My people will cast a spell upon you. You won’t be able to resist.”

It wasn’t as easy as just saying the words, you needed to draw power from an external or internal force and I had none. I was seated next to Lewis on a two-seater couch, trying not to cuddle against him while Cordelia sat on a one-seater across from us. We would all start off in the morning. A certain thought had been lurching in my mind and I was itching to ask her. “Cordelia... What did the coven mean by I would turn into darkness too if they didn’t get rid of me?”

Time to go hunting. *** CORD *** I listened to my brothers in the background as they ragged on each other, and gave thanks for that little bit of normalcy. For an outsider looking in you would never guess that we were in the midst of hell. That for months we've been embroiled in something dark, something that we were only just starting to fully understand.

I frown, suddenly confused. Sniffing, Rae turns to me in sympathy and explains. “It isn’t big and glamorous like the royal family of England, because it’s mostly just a title. But back when our ancestor, Coral Carter ruled the society, she did so as a Queen of all elementals. When she died, society created the council in other to restore order and bring in a new phase of leadership. This information isn’t recorded in history because Coral didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but word of the law is passed across to every generation that if ever there comes another child born of Coral’s pure lineage with powers of her own, that child will take her rightful place alongside the council as Q

“What do you mean by that?” “The Coven—or what is called the Church of Veneration, are a very organized, meticulous, and extremely dangerous group of people. But that’s all we know, because despite having thirteen incidents all over the three worlds to their name, no one has ever met them and survived. Except for four people.” Alisa gave him an apprehensive look. “You really have got to be shitting me.” How Jester wished he were. “You. Me. Zafir d’Or. And His Royal Highness, Prince Colin Montagne el’Varel.”

she says and left the room. In the first place, Griselda should worry about herself. Since Mathias isn't her Son, real Son. Mathias has long been dead since he was born, and someone is possessing his body. It was her contract to the God, it was her sin. She can't accept that her Son couldn't achieve to live longer that's why he plead from the God to let her son lived. Then, one day she received an oracle from a curved stone that his Son will live as a vassal, a person who has the ability as the same level with the disciples.

Recognizing her vulnerability and potential for redemption, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel offered her a chance to join forces and make amends. Together, they formed an unlikely alliance, combining their unique skills and abilities to infiltrate the coven's lair. The battles were fierce, with magic crackling in the air and the clash of fangs and claws echoing through the underground chambers. Andrea's powers as the Moon Goddess Descendant proved invaluable, as she channeled the energy of the moon to protect her loved ones and defeat their enemies.