Cordelia Ahs Coven Novels & Stories

“Look at me. We are the only thing that matters. You. Me. Us. Coven.” “Coven,” the rest of the coven says together. “Coven,” I whisper in reply. Gideon’s smile warms his whole face as he also repeats the phrase. “Coven. Are you ready, Rosalynd? I am about to send the coven’s combined energy through me and into you. Do you think you can hold it?”

I didn’t say anything as she looked at Elio hopefully his lips held the slightest curl when their eyes, met but the way the hair was rising on the back of my neck made me question what he knew. “Whoever is behind this would need a considerable amount of magic to pull Luca from thin air without even appearing … there are few covens that would manage such a spell,” he continues when Caleb’s phone beeps as he takes the message out before reading it to the group. “Avery met with his contact. He thinks it could be the Chaos Coven or the Elysium Coven. Have you ever heard of those?” Elio’s silence stretched on for far too long. His eye flickered to the same colour as the flames in the fire, making

He knows I’m a late riser anyway. And breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I never skip it. As it happens, I’m sitting in a dingy crowded diner with my hands wrapped around a steaming mug of the absolute sewage this place calls coffee and that I have no intention of drinking, and looking over the my menu options sitting at the other tables when I overhear a couple spoiled kids complaining about having to leave behind their belongings when they evacuated their parents’ lake house about ten miles away. Which, as it also happens, is where Cordelion’s holed up with about five thousand of his coven in the moldy damp catacombs he’s had built under the mansion that doubles as his base o

Zalindra, wrapped in a cloak of midnight blue, approached the hidden path that wound its way to the heart of the Coven of Eldridge — her sanctuary since childhood and now, the orchestrator of a future she hadn't chosen. The grand entrance to the coven's meeting hall loomed before her, its towering oak doors etched with runes and guarded by two silent sentinels — statues of entwined serpents, eyes of obsidian glinting in the moonlight. As she stepped forward, the sentinels seemed to stir, acknowledging her presence with a silent nod of stone as the doors whispered open.

said alpha Israel. “ Alpha Kendrick and lord Elias will find out more about the deity while the rest of us will go to see the supernatural council” said lord Robert. Lord Elias’s phone buzzed. His face paled when he looked at it. “ What is it?”asked lord Robert as he shifted in his seat to look at him. “ A small coven close to mine has just been attacked. There were no survivors” replied lord Elias. “ Those bastards” said lord Robert as he gritted his teeth in anger.

“Then we have Aamon, the deadliest leader of the Lifeblood Coven with his underling, Kyle. The third is Gabriel, leader of the Night Raiders Coven and lastly, we have the Silver-Crest Coven. Apparently, this Coven holds the highest authority and decisions are made there by the elders, but, I’m not so sure now because of what happened 200 years ago.” “Wait,” Harper interrupted her. “You said there are five Covens but you mentioned only four.” “Yes,” Bathilda said. “I must have omitted the “Dark Shadows.” “Why is that?” Harper asked further with a slight frown on her forehead. “No important reason. They are not our problem at the moment.” “Then you shouldn’t have mentioned that there are five

“Drake, that last name sounds familiar for some reason. I’ll do some digging on Mina when I get back to the coven’s realm. They have to be using spirit magic. We use spirit magic when we reap souls, well, a form of it. If I remember correctly, there was a coven that specialized in spirit magic. They were a knock of our coven. They worshiped Death and wanted to help him like we do with reaping souls, but as you know, our coven is special because we are descendants of Death. It doesn't matter how diluted the bloodline is. The only way someone is a member of our coven is if they have some of Death’s DNA. It’s part of why he always had to have children so often. Though, he solved that with my bl

[Sydney] “Agh! She did it again!,” I scream at the phone as I pace back and forth. “I even…well, you know…and he left me to rescue her!” I am pacing back and forth in my bathrobe, my father on speakerphone. He woke me up with news of Cordelia’s daring escape from her prison. Atlas swooped in and rescued her like a white knight.

Aunt Hannah, I'm just worried about something happening to her. "I wonder who this Mr. Cole is?" Cordelia's gaze was pure. "He doesn't look young, and Ava looks close to him. What if… What if she's being tricked?" "You…" Hannah was so furious that she would cough blood. The cryptic smirk Cordelia wore was exactly the same as Zephyr's. When they stood together, their presences were overbearing as well. It made one dare not act out of line. The party was silent. Everyone exchanged a look. They were all clever, understanding what Cordelia implied without a word.