Covens Novels & Stories

I glance down the hallway behind them, looking for any sign of Enzo or Dante, finding neither. Caspian shifts his weight with the barely contained energy of a man who loves a good piece of gossip and has just acquired one of considerable quality. "Did you hear about Kozlov?" He says it with that particular taunting lightness, the tone of someone who knows the story is extraordinary and enjoys knowing it. "Apparently he is married." "Stronzo," I say under my breath, with what I calculate to be exactly the right amount of surprised disgust. I let the word land and then shake my head slowly. "Truly."

"It's a long story, and I promise to share the full details once I've properly settled back in. For now, tell me about this diplomatic matter Alpha Wren mentioned needed my attention." Wren's expression sobered as they walked together toward the manor's main hall. "A delegation arrived from the southern coven alliance three days ago. They're requesting formal recognition of a new cooperative arrangement between several southern covens and their neighboring packs — something modeled directly on what you've helped establish here at Thornwood, apparently, though with considerably more ambitious scope." "How ambitious?"

Written in clean, elegant copperplate script were three simple headings: The Mandate of Obedience: The Submissive shall obey all direct commands issued by the Dominant immediately, without hesitation, debate, or refusal. The Protocol of Tone & Demeanor: The Submissive shall address the Dominant as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ during all private scenes of discipline and restraint. Eye contact shall be granted only when commanded. The Preservation of Safety: The word ‘Red’ shall immediately halt all physical discipline or scene progression. The word ‘Yellow’ shall signal that a physical boundary is approaching its limit.

He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Uh... I have a question," Alex said interrupting the moment. "The two of us? Do we just barge in their claiming ownership over the people he's holding captive, uh... we'll be taking in to." "I have worked with El Torento before in that same building, I know where they keep the locks, I know the codes and I know the time they lay around." He looked at his watch, the time is just few minutes after eleven. "They usually take a break around eleven thirty."

The rest of the day flew away for Serena as nothing much happened. The rest of the days were pretty much boring. Until, only two days were left till Serena’s birthday and Nagoka packs arrival. Serena asked her father Jeremiah, the beta, permission to have Kylie over and he confirmed it was no big deal and Kylie can come over. Serena was busy the rest of the days helping the pack in preparations for the arrival of the nagoka pack, there is a rumor that the alpha is related to the royals. How, is something not just anyone can know? The pack Serena belonged to, the Cruento pack considered themselves lucky that the Nagoka agreed, they are enigmatic, people do not know much about that pack not e

I was never expecting her to be cordial but she behaved very well. She then started to gist me about Helen’s mom. “I have nothing against you; you are young, intelligent, beautiful, and every man’s dream. To crown it all, you are well behaved. You and my son, Smith would have made a perfect couple but it cannot be. Long ago, when we were young, Helen’s mom and I became close friends. We were inseparable, call us 5 and 6. We decided to make a covenant that if we deliver, our firstborn will marry each other. If they are different sexes but if the same sex, then they would be friends like us. We vowed never to break this covenant. We both kept on nurturing the idea until we married. Fortunately

" I helped mom in setting the table and once we are done, I called Thomas and Alex to join us while mom help Ivy to sit comfortably. I couldn't read the expression on either Thomas or Alex's faces so I couldn't tell if they are getting along or if they have a bad impression of each other already. We all eat in silence until mom decided to break the silence. "So, You are Alex." "Yes ma'am." "I've heard a lot about you." Alex remains silent while mom carries on with the conversation. "What are your intentions for my daughter?" "I intend to marry her if you would give us your blessing." Vivian finds the tone Alex was using annoying but she chooses to ignore it. "You know your family's reputatio

he, Berny, questions, quickly standing straight. Garret nods and soon Berny is in the trunk getting my bags and making his way inside. I was still taken aback over the fact that Garret had a vampire working for him and he knew. It was no secret that vampires and werewolves weren't the best of friends, regardless of what Twilight might say. Our rivalry had dated back centuries. Alliances were never made, only for us to stay clear of one another. So imagine my surprise that one is seemingly working for one of the notorious werewolf packs in the nation.

asks Machiv. Valence closes his eyes for a second, as if he's recovering information from his memory, though it seems more he's thinking other things, and then he answers, "The mechanism of CCMS, along with being an institution of learning, is a vector converging hub, a VCH, as the official phrase would be indicated as." "Are there other institutions that provide a similar mechanism?" asks Leonard curiously.

These include family background, peer pressure, unemployment, poverty and decadence in societal moral value among others. She continued weaving, while the thoughts continued flowing. Most times, these cult members would want to opt out but they are bound by their oaths and any objection to it would mean automatic death. Her total subjection of her thoughts to the subject matter had taken her mind to what happened to one of her cousins years back while she was in high institution. She had come visiting them and that was when she had told her what happened to her the previous semester.