Coven Academy Novels & Stories

“They’re studying margins.” That made my jaw tighten. “We’re not margins.” “No,” he agreed. “We’re variables they can’t bracket.” The bond pulsed—uneasy, alert. Not fear. Not yet. But the kind of tension that comes when prey realizes the forest has gone silent. Below us, the academy moved on as if nothing had changed. Students crossed courtyards laughing. Bells rang for lectures. Guardians rotated shifts with mechanical precision. Normal. Too normal. I’d grown up knowing the difference between peace and containment. Coven sanctuaries perfected that illusion—soft voices, gentle rules, smiles edged with expectation. Be useful. Be grateful. Be quiet.

Aqua could hear their conversation echoing around her, vivid and clear. “We can’t ignore the changes, Mira. They’re not teaching these kids to protect them. They’re preparing them for something far more sinister,” her father said, urgency lacing his words. Her mother’s eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing her face. “But they trust us. We can help them. We have to believe they want what’s best for everyone.” The scene shifted again, and Aqua found herself standing outside the coven academy under a blanket of stars. It was the dead of night, and her parents were hurriedly packing their belongings into a car, shadows of fear etched across their faces.

He answered. The coven wasn't just a place where anyone could just drive a car to since it was already in the middle of nowhere and the entrance isn't known easily, they had to commute in their wolf form or on foot– any other form of transportation which just confused them further. Maverick was at the front with Alec, Easton and Crystabelle, but while the other three talked, he remained silent and stared ahead. His eyes are cold and sharp, waiting to spot any threat in the quiet forest and execute it on the spot.

He stopped two feet from the circle's edge and crouched and looked at the runes the way I had watched him look at the scroll — not urgency, complete attention, the kind that meant he was reading something faster than it appeared. "Soren." Brecken's voice had the edge in it. "What is this." Soren didn't answer immediately. He moved along the edge, staying low, following one particular symbol with his eyes until it connected to the next. "I've studied these," he said. Almost to himself. "I've seen drawings of these." He stood up. His face had done something I hadn't seen it do before — gone pale. "These belong to the First Coven." "What does that mean," Cade said.

The Academy was the safest place for her. The academy? Draven laughed. Isn’t that where all the rogue, unruly, goddess-forsaken girls go? But she had someone who watched over her. The academy, renowned for its strict training and protective environment, serves as a sanctuary for rogue girls, shielding them from the dangers that lurk in our world. It balanced discipline with safeguarding, essential for those who needed to learn. Now we need to focus on more important matters—the company. I need to bury myself in work to forget what just happened.

“No.” Cassian didn’t back down. “The Coven Archives have records of every bloodline, every power, every prophecy. If Lena’s abilities are as old as they feel, then there will be something there.” Dorian pushed off the pillar, his stance rigid. “You want to march into the Coven’s territory? That’s suicide.” “They won’t hurt us if we go in peace,” Cassian countered. Lena frowned. “What exactly is the Coven?” Dorian let out a bitter laugh. “A relic of the past. A secretive council that hoards magic like dragons hoard gold.”

The Triskaideka Coven. Before Evelyn could say anything else, Killian turned and returned to the platform before saying into his cane with a bright smile: "I find a few of you falling asleep, I guess history can be boring. Here is a fun fact for you -- who knows what happens to mages that refuse to register with The Coven?" The students looked at each other with blank faces. It was way out of their common knowledge, and something they couldn't care less. "It's death." Killian curved his lips with a whisper, and his cane spread that whisper to every corner of the classroom. The whole class fell into utter silence, and all of a sudden--

Amira Coven is the most powerful covens of them all. This coven is located in Adamya. One of the high-class provinces. This coven is located in the southern state and the main threats are earthly monsters. Thanks to the books and Helios' help, she memorized the provinces on this planet. She has the responsibility to protect the planet and fulfill her job as a moon sword-bearer. And also, Hawking told her that she wasn't the only one who is the sword-bearer on this planet. Maybe she can seek help from them. Or, ask them to help if they knew how to control powers.

“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

The magic keeping the area safe deflected the eyes of those without power and prevented them from stumbling on the doorway hiding the space where reality existed and magic began. Despite knowing it was much like how we used to protect our coven site, I still felt a shiver go down my spine as I strode forward and opened the door, passing through the shields, emerging inside a dark but lofty hallway, the ceiling reaching high above me, wood paneled walls much like those on the rest of the campus. Coven Hall was to be my school for the next three years.