Coven Novels & Stories

Someone chuckled at my reaction, but I couldn't care less about who it was. The priest, upon realizing his mistake, quickly cleared his throat, letting out a nervous laugh before saying, “Your union is blessed.” “Amen,” my dad affirmed. I fought the uncontrollable urge to scoff because I knew that would mean disrespect to my father. “Congratulations, my lady,” said the supposed substitute. “Your ride is waiting for you outside,” With that, he took steady and calculated steps out of the hall. “Isn't she such a beauty?” The groom's mother reached for my cheeks and tugged them gently.

"The Vanguard is dead. It died in the ballroom when Nergal tried to turn me into a weapon against my own Pack." He stepped closer. The air around him seemed to hum, charged with the static of his authority. "We do not serve the Lugal. We do not serve the Ensi. We serve the Bond." "So what are we?" Wolfy asked. He pushed his glasses up his nose. His tone was curious, but I could smell his scent—sharp, metallic anxiety. "Ronin? Mercenaries?" Barzil turned to face the tunnel darkness, then looked back at us. "We are the Covenant," he declared.

“Our mate doesn’t.” “We haven’t even given him the opportunity to know us.” Theia argues. “We haven’t even been around him. Allowed to bond and be close. To mark one another.” “The book.” The thought strikes me like lightning. I pull the book out of my hiding space. Small gold lettering appears on the cover. “The Covenant of the Coven.” I read aloud. I open the book to the cover page and read. “Forsake your selfish endeavors! The covenant shall be made to the Coven, not to oneself!

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 witho

Alisa asked, frowning. “I told you, there are scarier things than Anomalies out there. More powerful, more intelligent, more destructive,” said Jester. “They call themselves the Coven. They initially claimed to be a religious organization who worship a deity from another dimension. They are convinced that their god is telling them to make a sacrifice worthy of his attention, and for some reason they took that to mean that they should help the Anomlies commit wanton massacres.” “Why would they do that?” asked Alisa, looking horrified. “What would a god possibly want with so much blood?”

I laid my head on his chest before he smelled my hair and I smiled, seeing his cock jump, and I took it in my hand, giving him a hand job until he awoke and we made love all over again. Johrir had left to go to his job and dropping our sons off at school, I asked Domar to stop by at our hideout so I could get reports. The last thing he told me was that she wasn't into her husband anymore and I wanted to be sure. After my brief meeting with Domar and his partner, he assured me he was getting married and everything had worked according to plan. My coven marks are signs of who was in my coven, whether by force or willingly, they wi

“No.” Cassian didn’t back down. “The Coven Archives have records of every bloodline, every power, every prophecy. If Lena’s abilities are as old as they feel, then there will be something there.” Dorian pushed off the pillar, his stance rigid. “You want to march into the Coven’s territory? That’s suicide.” “They won’t hurt us if we go in peace,” Cassian countered. Lena frowned. “What exactly is the Coven?” Dorian let out a bitter laugh. “A relic of the past. A secretive council that hoards magic like dragons hoard gold.”

I heaped bacon and eggs onto my plate, and filled my coffee cup to the brim, not bothering with cream and sugar, I needed all the caffeine I could scrounge up today. "The most widely known definition of a coven is a group of around thirteen or so witches. These witches use their powers in tandem to perform powerful spells which they otherwise could not perform. However, a coven could be a gathering of individuals who merely have similar interests, even humans." Laying his book on the table, Heleos threw back the rest of the blood in his tumbler. Gesturing between the three of us, He explained.

“How is that possible? Only the members of the Blackburn Coven know about the book of prophecy. Is someone betraying us now?” “That can never happen,” the oldest woman said. “What is discussed among us remains among us. We do not betray each other here, not now, not ever, even though we may have our own difference. We are wise enough to know not to trust the other Covens after what happened during the reign of the man who committed blasphemy.” “Is the father of Caitlin’s daughter not a human?” one curious member asked and Kathryn shot her a glare. “People must have trouble understanding what not to talk about,” she said and rela

“Well, less than a couple hours you hear of this ex after being there for weeks and suddenly she shows up? I’m not buying it. I bet she has people on the inside or something. It sounds like she’s trying to sabotage your relationship. I mean, I’m not his biggest fan and I definitely don’t agree with how he handled things, but something is off with this. It sounds like he took a big risk taking you to his – what did you call it again?” “Coven,” I respond. “Right. Like what witches have except they’re vampires?” I nod. “Yeah. So he brought you to his coven knowing the risks, trying to keep you safe. Then she shows up claiming this