Coven Characters Novels & Stories

Max started to say, but she cut him off, “Are there any more in here?” “Of course, there are.” The smallest of the girls replied. “We must always be at seven or thirteen.” “And how many are there?” Max asked. “Thirteen with all of us.” The little girl looked up to him. “Why those numbers?” he asked, but Deanna looked at him. “They are a coven,” Deanna said as she stood up and looked at him. “My father must have believed he was the master of a female coven.” “Looks more like satanic stuff.” One of the police officers stated.

Adrianna proclaimed," they are both handsome, they will grow to be little heartbreakers." Shane nodded his head and asked, " what are their names?" Amy replied, " Leonard and Lane Cohen." Calhoun and Kamara, who were both exchanging words, stopped abruptly and looked at Amy. Amy seeing their gazes asked, " What?" Calhoun replied with a chuckle and Kamara said, "good but I get to be the godmother." Calhoun, hearing her words, attacked her once more. Theodore on seeing Amy tired and sleepy threw them out and peace was once restored to the room.

“But someone must know more. Someone who remembers.” Liora nods her head, sighing as she leans back in her chair. “There is a coven. Old as time itself, some say. They were part of the last hunt, centuries ago. The only ones who kept true records of what happened. But you’ll have a hard time getting anything out of them.” I blink, my stomach dropping as she finishes her thought. “Because that coven,” she says slowly, her voice cold and deliberate. “Was founded by one of your ancestors, Hazel. Nicholas Grimshaw.”

I said to Elijah, who was standing at the central table looking like he'd also foregone sleep in favor of becoming intimately acquainted with every piece of intelligence we'd gathered over the past seventy-two hours. "The coven has at least twelve active members," Elijah said, pointing to photographs arranged in a loose grid. "These four we've identified with reasonable certainty. The others are partial identifications—suspected associates, known locations, behavioral patterns." He paused. "The woman Louis described in his vision—older, authoritative, the one who spoke about the ritual—I think that's her." He placed a photograph in the center of the table. I studied it. A woman in her late s

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

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.

I mumbled as we strolled through the quiet street. “It is, but this isn’t exactly the coven itself. The town is for the witches, but not all of them make it to the coven. Some of them are too old to even channel, some wounded by the war. The city is inhabited mostly by survivors of the great war and novices like me. The coven is very sacred, but that’s where you will be trained right after you have met Marla.” He replied and at the end of the street, where the magic seemed to have faded, he stopped in front of a hideous hut.

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

“What do you mean by that?” “The Coven—or what is called the Church of Veneration, are a very organized, meticulous, and extremely dangerous group of people. But that’s all we know, because despite having thirteen incidents all over the three worlds to their name, no one has ever met them and survived. Except for four people.” Alisa gave him an apprehensive look. “You really have got to be shitting me.” How Jester wished he were. “You. Me. Zafir d’Or. And His Royal Highness, Prince Colin Montagne el’Varel.”

One by one, our team arrives at the armory: Me and Dev Jared and Summer Jaiden, High Priest of the Maiden Coven Citra and her mate Michael Hawk, her counterpart from the Mother Coven Evanora and her mate Edward Jareth, High Priest of the Crone Coven Bella’s the only coven leader not joining—she’s going with Gregory, Jamal, Nyx, and Nathan to end the Riding Hoods. And honestly? Good riddance. Those witches are exactly the kind of chaos the gods would love to keep around.