Coven Evelynn Novels & Stories

The woman, we later found out is called Evelynn, was the only one to speak up to begin with. It didn’t take long for more pale, gaunt faces to step into the dim candle light that barely reached the bars that held them. Every cell had an occupant, some had two. We returned to Pine Lake with sixteen abused and neglected she wolves and one witch called Wren. She is a fighter that’s for sure. She hasn’t said much, only that she had been there for longer than she could remember. Like Liberty she had been stolen from her family as a child, her coven had been destroyed in the process.

You are not prey. You are leverage. Talia’s voice was a whisper. “Not exactly a lullaby.” Eirwen’s hands trembled, but she didn’t stop. > The Covenant began with lions, not kings. With my bloodline. With the fire you survived. Your life wasn’t spared. It was preserved. Domenik pushed off the wall, closing some of the distance between them. “Preserved for what?” he demanded. Eirwen glanced at him—his eyes unreadable.

Evelyn’s lungs fought for air. “What do you want with me?” she asked. She didn’t mean to sound afraid—but hell, she was afraid. The woman gave a polite, humorless smile. “You’re a tether, sweetheart. You belong with the Coven of the Silver Path. You always have.” Coven. The word scraped something cold across Evelyn’s spine. The Alpha’s growl dropped into something dangerous. “She’s under my protection.” “Protection?” the woman laughed lightly. “You can barely stand.”

The other members of the coven tried to heal it and as they did, their wards came down. With a deafening boom, blasts of vibrant green, blue, and purple light erupted from the crumbling manor house. The force was so powerful that it reduced the coven members to nothing more than a fine dust scattered across the ground. They didn’t even have time to react or raise their hands in defence. Elysande returns, discovering the symbol of the Forest Grove Sisters’ Coven etched into the earth, nearly wiping out her own coven completely. She vows her revenge by hunting them down and wiping them out.

To your direct left is Tallah Hensley, the leader of the Hensley Coven, south west district. The woman who winked at me, her gorgeous dark skin matching the lovely depth of her eyes. She's the youngest of the bunch and the most progressive, Gram told me, but even though her coven is powerful, it's young, only about seventy five years old, so she could be an ally, but without the juice of some of the others. Juice? When did my grandmother start talking like a street hood? Her Council member is Lauren Noble, also young. Her second is her sister, Sashenka, also very young, your age, I think. You'll find easy allies in them, but we need more.

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?”

Her Coven mostly are afraid of wolves, but some downright despise them for reasons varying from hatred because of a family member's death, fear of the unknown and superiority feelings. Eileen apparently is on the superiority spectrum. She thinks she is better than us because she has magic, and she wants all Covens to rule everyone else with her as the Queen of everyone. Wow! Conceded much?! After dinner we go our separate ways. We need to prepare for tomorrow and the day after. Maddie and I decide to go for a walk amongst the pack, and afterwards I take her back to our room. When we reach our floor, Azlela is waiting for us.

Elysia Deep in the belly of Mount Everstrike, the Matriarchs of all Covenkind encircled the cavern’s hollow heart. Tension vibrated between them, each glance weighing betrayal against disbelief. Pure power surged through the veins of the Primordial Sovereigns coiling around every breath, and pressing outward until every otherworldly trait blazed beyond measure. What lesser witches only hinted at erupted in them. Their eyes lit the darkness. No torches needed.

Aislen replied. “Ah, of course,” Yvonne nodded around the circle, many of the other women echoing the gesture. “Many of our supplies come from Rideten, so we do have connections with the covens there.” She raised her eyebrows obviously expecting Aislen to state which coven she had studied with. “Nice,” Aislen deflected the unasked question. “So, as your scrying session has been unsuccessful, perhaps you can refocus your energies and help me call a friend?”

Who had found in the idea of coexistence not a compromise but a conviction — something he held the way other people held their oldest certainties, quietly and without needing it confirmed. He told him about the alliance. The human official who had been willing to meet him — a lord named Aldren Daven, Dravon said, and paused there for a moment with something in his expression that acknowledged the weight of that name now that Aldric knew whose daughter Aldren Daven had — and the years of careful work that had made the agreement possible. He told it without bitterness. Not because the bitterness wasn't there but because it had been a long time and Caevan had not been a bitter man and speaking