Coven Casting Novels & Stories

“You’ll be a stand in. We’ll have to find our two missing coven members, but that’s okay. A coven of four is better than nothing.” The joint made it’s way back around to me. I bit down on my lip and took a drag, exhaling when another blanket of numbness rolled down my shoulders. It muted the colors of the world, deepening the darkness that came as the sun continued to set. “If you say yes,” Coop leaned in eagerly, “It’ll change everything for us.” I ran my tongue along my teeth. There was no gut feeling, no burst of intuition warning me away or spurring me on. Only numbness. Only darkness.

Before males decided the biggest ego had to have a castle and call themselves king. Our coven is nestled in a little hideaway within acres of beige cornfields nearing harvest, populated by a series of small, meaningless little cabins. Out of sight, out of mind. Witches to the left, demonic entities to the right. Well, not demonic, just some weird druid-types who are way too into building bonfires. But whatever the other neighbours are up to, it’s an unspoken rule that we don’t interfere. Despite trying to remain frozen in time, change is coming.

"If they want to remain under the Dominion... they submit their loyalty again. Man by man. Seal by seal." "And if they don’t?" Matteo asked. Aria’s voice was ice. "Then they’re erased." ~~~~~~~~~~ Far away, in the mountains of Georgia, a church bell rang at midnight. Inside, Elias stood before an altar of glass. Behind him, a new council. And a young boy—eight, maybe nine years old—stood beside him. His eyes were like Aria’s. His voice, when he spoke, was deeper than it should have been. "The Hive has no kings. Only stingers."

Yet, they had only been sighted a hundred years ago, that many people get the wrong idea. "Coven? You mean the society of witches?" He nods. "What about them? Did the other guild find a location of something?" "No, alpha." He shook his head, "The Coven... reached out to them." I was taken back. You're telling me the Coven reached out to an information guild, and out of all organizations.. They chose an information guild? The Coven. As far as I can remember from the books i've read, it was a society that has long been forgotten, witches who had sworn to live in the darkness for eternity, and the strongest witchcraft user ever recorded in history.

And the first male leader of a coven was created while the old one screamed her denial. ***

Then she chuckled softly and took a step backwards. “Falcon Crest Coven, did you hear that? Our Lycan King refuses to kneel. What do we think of that?” Instantly, the coven began to chant. Their voices came in unison, and their breath was actually visible in the night air. “Kneel,” they hissed together. Their voices swirled in the air and then they came at me. I looked up. It looked like a colorful fog, undulating right above my head. Sullivan looked at me, expressionless.

There were just too many nutcases out today. As she approached the back of the sheriff's department, she noticed Gavin Covington slipping out the back door, his slender frame straight as a gentle wind tousled his already unruly light brown hair. Gavin was an interesting individual, human, but deeply entrenched in the paranormal community having been adopted when he was barely five years old by Farren Covington, alpha of the major wolf pack in Draven Falls. Lainie always assumed he was a deputy because the Paranormal Council needed a connection at the sheriff's department. Of course, that wasn't the only oddity about Gavin. He was also part of a triad with Drey Hawkins and Caitlin Carver. Lai

Anya clicked her tongue as she rubbed her chin "But I still don't understand one thing; the two covens that were spared back then were spared because they didn't practice dark magic like the other covens that were killed. Those two covens hated dark magic and strongly rebuked their members from tapping into it. So why is Ravina tapping into dark magic when it is strongly rebuked in her coven? I mean the penalty for practicing dark magic in both covens is literally execution! Where is her coven when she's so clearly breaking the rules? Why aren't they stopping her?"

Coven House was dark and cold inside, with only red lights burning everywhere as if fires were lit in the middle of every room. The air was thick, hot, and stank of blood, clinging to everything like a mist. It wasn't something that could be wiped away by water – the scent remained even though someone bathed after. It was so strong one could almost taste it when they breathed. This coven was the stronghold of the Dark Shadow Coven, which, like the Gravefur Pack, was based on the East Coast.

What was she about to say? Constantine stood at the head of the long table, her gaze sweeping over the assembled witches. "My dear sisters and brothers," she began, her voice filled with confidence and authority, "we have witnessed a momentous change in our coven. We have cast off the shackles of oppression, and it is thanks to the bravery and leadership of one man—Cain, our Rapax Primus." The room erupted into applause, and I couldn't deny the truth in her words. Cain had indeed played a pivotal role in freeing us from King Crowell's tyranny. But something in Constantine's tone, in the way she emphasized Cain's leadership, sent a chill down my spine.