Coven Casting Novels & Stories

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

The chair where Marcus had sat during battle planning, the maps still on the walls from this morning. This morning. It felt like a week ago. Dr. Chen set the book on the table and opened it to the marked page without preamble. She’d been in the archive for the forty-five minutes since the council chamber had emptied, and she’d come back with the particular expression of someone who had found the answer to the question and didn’t like the answer. “Coven structure,” she said. “Traditional formation. It’s documented across multiple independent sources — pack records, neutral scholars, even some witch-authored texts that entered circulation after coven defections.” She turned the book so the tab

The Whispering Woods didn't whisper tonight. They screamed. The wind howled through the skeletal branches, and the red moonlight turned the mist into a sea of blood. I gripped Nyx’s hand so tight my knuckles turned white, my bandaged palm throbbing in rhythm with the pulsing moon. "We're here," Nyx whispered, stopping at the edge of a clearing. In the center stood the Coven. Twelve women in green and black robes, their faces hidden by hoods, forming a perfect circle around an ancient stone altar. The air smelled of sulfur and old, dried blood.

Another one bent his head low and answered, “The archon is back at the Round Hall and has requested your presence. The Coven is there too.” “Damn it” Dominic cursed under his breath. The Coven was the governing body in the werewolf world that seldom showed interest in what went in the various were territories throughout the world. The presence of a Coven member meant that there was something really serious going on. All of them changed back into their wolf forms and rushed back to the Round Hall. The bodies of the hycwens were littered around the Hall and Dominic quickly ordered his pack members to take the assistance of a few others and dispose of them.

Hazel's eyes immediately started to scan the place they were, when they appeared at somewhere else. It was a vast land and there was nothing in sight... "Is this the place?" She asked, and Gwen nodded... "You can't see it yet," She added... Caroline and Hazel watched as Gwen started to mutter something under her breath. Her eyes were closed as she did, and slowly, their eyes became open, and they saw what Gwen was talking about... they were no longer standing in the vast but a place which looked like a small village... "Welcome to the Southern Coven, otherwise known as the Coven of Dark Witches" G,wen said and Hazel started to become a bit nervous when she saw the dark witches come out of th

"You will attract them. Your magic is a beacon. Choose your allies wisely." "A coven is more than shared spells," Gogo continued, slipping into Zulu as she often did when speaking of sacred things. "It is a bond of blood, trust, and fate. To break it is to fracture a piece of your soul." Rita hesitated. "You were in one, right?"

How could the Coven not know? So here’s the thing. When regular people think about covens, they think Charmed, The Craft, and The Sanderson Sisters. While not entirely false, it is not entirely true either. The Coven is like a web. There are strands that knot and create more strands. The Coven is vast and knows everything that touched the web. So, if a new coven forms, it is connected to the greater web and therefore linked. We typically let many minor covens be created and allow them to dabble without letting them know of the grand design. If any of them show any promise, we send an emissary out to invite them to be a part of the greater coven. Sometimes, we have to release a coven from

“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

Though, I had to admit that Slade had drastically changed recently. "I don't understand what you're talking about," I said. "Just know he'll never love you and-" "Can you tell me the secret now?" I interrupted. Britney smiled a sweet and sickly expression that made me want to smack her hard across her face. "Oh, you will. He got into a dangerous deal with the covens." "The covens?" I murmured, trying to remember where I had heard the name before. "Yes, the coven. The most powerful witches in history. They make wishes come true only after a promise is made, and it must be fulfilled after the wish is perfected. However, Slade didn't fulfil his end of the bargain."

Emma turned around, raised an eyebrow at us and said, “Pisces coven? Would you mind explaining to me?” “The Pisces coven is our counterpart, Emma. It is an all-male coven, and they are completely ruthless. They sell their skills to the one who paid them the best. If they are behind the call, it is because they must know that you belong to our coven. They want you to meet Warren.” Martha answered. I crossed my arms, thoughtful. Emma looked at me and said, “You’re thinking about something, Elizabeth. Would you mind sharing?”