Covens Novels & Stories

Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

Cain scoffed, feeling his anger begin to resurface. "My relationship is none of anyone's business but mine." he said. crossing his arms. "Is it not her business too?" Evelyn asked rhetorically. "What about your pack? Is it not their business that they have a Luna?" "In order for her to be a Luna she has to be marked by her mate, the Alpha, and inducted into the pack." "And you're not going to do either of those things?" Evelyn asked. Cain shook his head. "I can't mark her."

I say as I pull the shirt over my head. “How will you find them?” Alpha Cleo asks. “That is what I was hoping you could help me with,” I say. “Do you have any leads?” “The only thing that we know is that the main covens are in the United States,” Alpha Cleo tries to help me fill in the blanks. “If you follow me to my office, I will give you all of the information that I have on the covens.”

“Thank you, Constantine. Our coven deserves nothing less than the truth.” As they stood there, deep in conversation, the weight of the situation settled upon them both. Constantine knew that the road ahead would be challenging, but she was determined to uphold the unity and trust that their coven had always stood for. She couldn’t allow these recent events to tear them apart. Together with Noble’s support, they would work tirelessly to uncover the truth and bring those responsible to justice, no matter the cost.

“Cove isn’t stupid. He’s going to fortify his borders after the last attack.” “Of course he will,” Conan said smoothly, dragging a finger over the map. “Which is why we’re not going for his warriors.” Derek’s brow furrowed. “Then what are we…” Conan tapped a spot on the map. Derek’s eyes widened. “His people… his pack.” A slow, wicked smile spread across Conan’s face. “Yes.” Melissa leaned forward. “You’re insane.” Conan didn’t look at her. “Am I? Or am I the only one who sees that Cove’s greatest weakness isn’t his estate… it’s his people?”

"As Louis has mentioned, I am not aligned with any one coven here. As such, I have been free to travel all over Europe for the last quarter of a century. As I've travelled, I noticed a strange anomaly among the covens, something so unusual that it piqued my interest. The covens were suddenly speaking with a common tongue. They were all turning their gaze across the ocean; they were all muttering about the mixed matings, and how dangerous the hybrid births were." He paused for effect, letting the words sink in. "Now, that may not appear strange to you but believe me, for us, it's a loud warning bell being rung. I searched everywh

He gently pulled the small black book from her hands and opened the cover. He had studied the small book in his hand. It was just larger than the palm of his hand and the cover was a mix of Black and Grey. Curiously, he flipped the cover open, the first-page blank. Logan wondered what kind of book this was and thumbed another page open, small scribbles in all caps spreading the first paper. COMBINATION #74 SUCCESSFUL. TRIAL RUN ON THREE INDIVIDUALS AND ALL TRIALS SUCCESSFULLY ENDED IN COMA. PREPARE FOR PRESENTATION AND PRODUCTION. NOTE: KEEP THE SLIDING PAPER ON THE PAGE.

He quickly set up the program, an ugly, simple interface with only two usernames, ‘THE COVENANT’ and ‘THE ARCHITECT. “You are The Covenant,” Damian stated, looking me straight in the eyes. “Our alliance is now official. Every morning at 7 a.m. and every evening at 10 p.m., you log in. No chitchat only facts. If you miss a drop then I assume you are compromised.” “If I log in late, I’ll sign off with the code: Elm Street,” I confirmed. “If I’m trapped, I’ll log in and type only the word, CLEAN.”

“There has already been a contract signed my dear. I look forward to having you as a daughter-in-law, and I know my people will fall in love with your kindness and devotion to helping others. Do you not wish to marry my son?” I continued to avoid the questions on his son, “If we are doing this to combined the Covens, why do we need to wed, could we not just combine without a marriage, a friendly agreement?” Shaun shook his head, “I’m sorry my dear, but this is a blood contract, your father made sure of that.”

"What can you tell me about Covenant organization?" "Sufficient to confirm what those refugees reported to us. The Covenant has never been of one mind, but only mobilized for the interests they have in common." Morwyn beckoned us to follow her from listening ears. "There's the witches' covens, who want magical supremacy and mastery of Nightshade power. There's the wolf pack, who remember the kingdom as oppression and hope it never returned. And then there's a third group, more sinister, whose ambitions I've never fully understood."