Coven Academy Novels & Stories

Thirty-four: Roman Eliot “How do we even begin to find them?” Roman asked. “Well, that’s the trouble,” said Glinda, “no one really knows how. The Night Coven live in a magical community that moves whenever the group feels threatened. Merrick is the high priest of it, and he’s incredibly paranoid.” The two of them were in Roman’s study. The rest of the Powerists had gone, waiting for Roman to call on them when they were needed. Roman played with his hair anxiously. “Can’t you, I don’t know, seduce him here?”

details Tula, "from what I've heard, it's mostly a healthy rivalry that's present between CCMS and ASI. Only some teens from here and there that are maybe biased." "Mmm, well," I say, "what sister schools do we have?" "Oh, I know there's one called ISL, Institute of Supernatural Learners. And there's TRES, Traverse Research Educational System. And CCR, Converse Circuitry Repository. I think there was another one, or two, but I can't recall them," says Hala. "I think one of the other one was one called Last School of Though, LST, but I'm not sure of the last one," says Morgan.

“Well good luck with that one. A human currently holds that position and I doubt coach will give it to you. We like to keep who we are hidden since humans attend this school as well.” “I bet I can work my magic and become the new quarterback.” I have my doubts that’ll happen. Dad made sure to order all pack members to keep a low profile and Dimitri made the coven take a blood oath to not say anything. We continue the tour of the school, even to the classrooms I am sure he’d never take but insisted I show him. “Alright I think that is the last of the classrooms. Let’s head back downstairs. I need to lock up before we leave.”

“It’s striped. Green. White. Gold.” “Green, white, gold,” Teyana repeats, thinking if these colors could mean something. “Green, white, gold. Like a forest green?” I looked over at her. Her tone was letting on that she may be familiar with this pattern. “Yes, exactly.” Her eyes widened. “Covens have themed colors. Rosewood is Violet and Black. The Windsor Coven is Green, White and Gold.” Interesting. “I think it's time you let Will in on this.” I sighed.

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.

“I like the young bit, but make me invincible too. I don’t wanna go dying before I can enjoy my whole existence. Money, of course, and a whole island of my own.” “Do you really think that they will be able to do it?” He asked, checking over his shoulder at the road behind us. “Capture a God?” “I’ve seen them do some dark shit since you’ve been over here. So I have no doubt about it.” I confirmed. The Coven was the real deal, and for that I was certain. With Shepard now its leader, they had grand plans for the future. “If he wasn’t so hellbent on bringing the world back to the dark ages, I’d probably stick around too. Woman’s rights still aren’t really a thing with him.” I shuddered.

“I think he never wanted her to attend elemental school to begin with. According to Sally, The Coven of Unholy Saint Mothers doesn’t only teach their own, but also elemental kids from questionable mage families. It probably was just a ruse to get her away from her mother. Think about it. Had he taken her from here, Lizzy would have seen him and stepped in-between, and it would have possibly left a trail to follow… but there’s something we’re missing.” “The school had to call you because you were her official guardian, and they called Lizzy because the CMMA got involved after she received her admittance letter. Otherwise… we would never have known… until the school year was over… Holy gods fr

"I have not." "Liar." "...Maybe a little." She laughed. "I figured."Raven became even happier about the move after looking up the local covens. "There isn't a full coven in Salem," she explained. "Just an outreach house about twenty minutes away." "Is that good?" "For us? Very." She scrolled through page after page on her enchanted phone before finally nodding in satisfaction. "They're healers." "That's it?" "They specialize in healing, protective wards, magical education, and mediation between supernatural communities."

I didn't know what gave me the idea to come here, but I knew it was the only place I could be remotely safe. I adjusted my stolen cloak, pulling the hood lower over my cropped hair. I had spent years hearing whispers of Dominion Academy—where elite alphas trained, where only the most ruthless ascended. If I was going to disappear, I needed to do it in the last place anyone would expect to find an omega. And what better place than where alphas are gathered? The entrance was flanked by massive iron gates, etched with the Academy’s emblem, a wolf’s head, crowned in flame. Guards patrolled the perimeter, their presence a silent warning.

I’d say it’s a win-win situation, but my parents have no idea why I’m truly going to the academy. I don’t want to tell them about my rogue missions. I trust my parents. I’ve never hidden anything from them before, but I want to do this on my own. I need to prove myself to the coven and to myself most of all. My parents and the coven believe in me to do everything I’m supposed to do, but sometimes I fear I’ll fuck up. My parents and my entire family are respected and loved by the coven. My grandparents, Blaine and Zara, were the first leaders that no one wanted to see retire. My Aunt Blair and Uncle Cade are now leading the coven. They are also loved leaders, even if they have some major issu