Coven Casting Novels & Stories

Greg rushed to support my weight, so I took a deep breath before getting to my feet. "I need to speak with the coven," I softly said as she led us to the alter, where the coven had gathered. "Everyone gather around," she said as I rested my chin on Greg's shoulder. "I fought and killed a Revenant," I stated emphatically. I used the magic while holding my hand up. My fingertips glowed as they looked on. "May I stroke your fingers?" the woman asked. I knew they needed this information because the Revenants kill thousands of people. As she drew her hand away, her eyes widened. "It's as easy as casting a light spell."

Rayanne placed the wreath of herbs and flowers upon my head and we all walk out to the backyard where Amylia and Kurt have prepared a circle with herbs and candles. The ritual itself is not very long. If we had more coven members the length would be greater, since to close it out each member gives their individual blessing before we close the circle. As each member gives their blessing I feel our powers twine together and strengthen one another. Together we are stronger, which is why belonging to the right coven with the right members is so important. Deception and trickery can harm the whole coven…which makes me fear keeping my secret abou Damian and I. Is it too great a deception for the c

explained the girl, taking a sip of her smoothie before continuing. "Those are the major three groups with the most significant influence. The Coven is nothing more than a mean group of witches whose joy is terrorizing anyone weak and pathetic in their eyes. The Geniuses are your smart nerds, brilliant minds but tend to distance themselves from others who are not like them."

"Constance thinks so. She's been researching the symbols non-stop since the first one. Says they match an old coven — the Ravenmoor coven, if the name means anything to you, which it probably doesn't, because it meant nothing to me either." "What do they want?" "Unclear. Constance's working theory is they're testing boundaries, gathering information before making a more direct move. Which is either reassuring or terrifying, depending on how you look at it." "I'm going with terrifying." "Solid instinct." Voss cleared his throat pointedly, still holding the burgundy gown aloft like a battle standard. "Not to interrupt whatever ominous conversation this has become, but we have three days and a

She turned her gaze to me with an aggrieved look. "Renee, we grew up together. I've always seen you as an older sister. Why are you taking Mr. Green from me?" She clasped her hands together, tears streaming down her face like a tragic heroine. "I really want to be with Mr. Green. Please, I'm begging you—could you let me have him?" Quinn let out a cold laugh. "Do you not speak the same language? I already said, even if she let me go, I still wouldn't get together with you!"

Moreover, they held similar stoic looks. “It clearly seems, they don’t want you anymore, your out of their life now, you got to move on without them. This house, is what it is..” “What do you mean?” “We were all cast out, by family, by friends, by Love ones. And here we’re. We grow stronger. And deal with everyone who dealt with us. Revenge it is for us.” Elina looked at him, with the tears streaming down her face, she didn’t bother, wiping them off. But just let it flow.

"Tell me about this Council. My father mentioned factions, but he never said they were… like you." Dante turned. In the daylight, his silver eyes were even more piercing. "Oakhaven is divided into five territories. The Vanes rule the Shadows. Then there are the Valerii—the sirens of the docks. The Volkovs—the shifters who run the industrial district. The Alchemists of the West, and the humans of the South, who are lead by your father’s pathetic excuses for 'nobility'." He stepped closer, his presence expanding until the room felt small. "Tonight, they come to judge you. They think I am weak for marrying a human. They think I have traded my power for a bloodline. You must prove them wrong."

King Bennet looked surprised that I knew this information already, but he nodded, confirming that what I was told was the truth. “There are 3 main covens. They are the strongest Covens in the world and it’s where the smaller covens around the world stem from. Every witch has ancestorial ties with one of the three Covens. Typically, girls have their mother’s genes and boys have their father’s genes. That’s the reason you have wolf blood, but no wolf. Your mother wasn’t a wolf.” I nodded, understanding.

She replied. “Tanner told me that the coven pack are serious when it comes to taking people in. The first sign of a problem and it is dealt with or the party or parties causing the problem is banished or cast out. Stripped of their magic and sent away. That is only as a last resort. If the problem or party can be remedy they go that route. They play pranks and joke and have fun, but nothing too serious or offensive.” Skylar reassured her.

My pussy tingled with the promise of forbidden pleasures, a sensation I’d chased in private fantasies but never dared to explore in such a public, yet secluded, setting. The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing a candlelit chamber where five women awaited, their presence commanding and intoxicating. The leader, a statuesque woman with raven hair cascading down her back, wore a crimson robe that parted to reveal her toned thighs, her dark eyes glinting with a predatory warmth. Beside her stood a slender woman with silver hair, her sheer gown clinging to her lithe frame, a sly smile playing on her lips. A voluptuous brunette with a cascade of curls adjusted her velvet corset, her hands alrea