Coven Vampire Novels & Stories

At the gold eyes that had aged years of awareness into three days. Somewhere sixty miles away, the last fallen council seat went dark on Kyle's screen, and somewhere beyond the reach of any of it, a coven that didn't answer to vampires or werewolves or anyone else had just agreed to meet us with a price attached that none of us understood yet. "We go," I said. Nobody argued.

she stopped as once again shame rushed “it might have been an agreement” he rushed to say making both bethany and his little ava look at him in surprise “some vampires can only have children with woman who have already had half breeds it is rare but it happens, she might not have even slept with the man from the cael line they might have just injected the sperm and you father would have been the only one to sleep with her, who knows” he said Bethany blinked then looked at his little ava “it is rare but he’s right it has happened” bethany said backing him up

It was the mark of the First Coven. Every scary story, every history lesson he had ever been told said the exact same thing: the First Coven was just a myth. A group of ancient, pure-blood vampires who were wiped out of existence hundreds of years ago. But as Marcus stared at the carved rock, he knew the history books were completely wrong. He wasn’t dead, and he was standing right in the absolute heart of them. Suddenly, a sound cut through the dead quiet of the room. A slow, steady clap echoed from one of the dark tunnels.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

But as the leader of this coven, I harbored a steadfast belief that this collaboration would be the linchpin in safeguarding the wolves, Chastity, and our shared future. As the echoes of our collaborative decisions reverberated through the chamber, I found myself standing in the quiet aftermath of the meeting. I found solace in the knowledge that, united, our coven and Nixon's team could navigate the treacherous waters that lay ahead. The shadows of uncertainty yielded the illumination of purpose, and I embraced the belief that this collaboration would be the catalyst for a new era—one where vampires and werewolves, despite their inherent differences, could stand as allies against a common e

The soft glow of the moon illuminated our faces as we sat side by side, sharing our deepest thoughts and fears. I had always apologized for what happened and he wouldn't let me finish. He'd tell me I wasn't at fault and I should forget about what happened. Still, I bore my guilt heavily. Once, he opened up about his troubled past, the hardships he had endured as a vampire warrior, though he didn't dive to deep in. "The vampire coven's power dynamic isn't too different from how it is here. There is a hierarchy and we have factions too. We don't necessarily have leaders but we do answer to our elders…"

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

I said genuinely, "that's interesting. I'd never heard of an organization that integrated all three subcategories of people before. Do they all… You know…" Sol raised his brow in question. "Know about vampires?" I nodded as he finished my question. He shook his head, "Some do. Only those who have direct relationships with vampires themselves, such as husbands, wives, and lovers. But the majority of them… No. It's safer that way for everyone." I nodded my head in understanding. "That is the business. If you can get the job done, it doesn't matter what race or species you belong to." I agreed.

Ivory POV The second book I picked up was called, ‘Dynamics of a Coven’ Chapter 1 Understanding what a coven is will help you understand how they operate. Each coven has a mascot. Animals like a black bat, cat or even a crow. No two covens have the same animal that represents them. These animals are believed to be the souls of their ancestors. Coming back to help guide them in their future needs.