Novel & Cerita Cullen Coven

“What do you mean by that?” “The Coven—or what is called the Church of Veneration, are a very organized, meticulous, and extremely dangerous group of people. But that’s all we know, because despite having thirteen incidents all over the three worlds to their name, no one has ever met them and survived. Except for four people.” Alisa gave him an apprehensive look. “You really have got to be shitting me.” How Jester wished he were. “You. Me. Zafir d’Or. And His Royal Highness, Prince Colin Montagne el’Varel.”

It rolled to a stop at my feet, his sightless eyes fixed in a final expression of terror. "The Coven is bored with games, Elara," Selene said, her eyes glowing with a black, oily flame. "The Eternal Eclipse requires a sacrifice of Hallowed blood. And since you’ve been so kind as to gather all the rejects in one place... I think I’ll just take everyone." The black mist began to pour into the clearing, and from it emerged the Coven’s true army: The Hollowed. They were wolves whose souls had been completely removed, replaced by the shadows of the Blighted One.

He rewarded those with the keenest of blood and unrivaled loyalty, a gift that made him who he was in time. Rumors had it that, as greed became the name for what these vampires existed for, Cernunnos had been shunned in the corner of his temple. One by one, what once was his worshippers jumped to the fence on the other side and feasted with the other ungodly vampires as to the human blood they drank. Only a relatively small group of a family remained, and so, they’d been honored like no other.

Lycan Maverick, heartbroken by Elara’s betrayal, attempted to kill her, but she struck him down. On the fateful night of Lunar Ascension, the dark forces reached their peak power. Aria safeguarded her golden wolf, Thane, by sending him with the witch Leonor. Vampires, under Elara’s command, assaulted Mooncrest, claiming thousands of lives of werewolves, beasts, and elves. Elara deceived Lycan Lysander with an illusion of Aria’s death, then fatally stabbed him with a silver dagger.

I dragged on my clothes and pushed through the door. Sure enough, the lights were on. Dr. Crowley was moving around inside. “Taydyn…” he said, brows lifting behind those round glasses. “What are you doing here at this time?” He looked like he always did—like someone had assembled him from mismatched parts. Big frame. Sharp nose. Grey eyes that missed nothing. Salt-and-pepper hair that refused to lie flat. “I need help, Doc.” His posture shifted immediately. Serious now. “There’s a wolf,” I said. “She’s been exposed to wolfsbane. Strong. Terrence caught the scent, but I don’t know what kind—and I don’t know how much time we’ve got.”

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.

"The Coven. They’re not waiting for the end. They’re trying to accelerate it." As if summoned by his words, the snow began to glow. From the peaks of the pass, thousands of figures descended—not walking, but sliding down the mountain faces like ink spilled on paper. They were the Coven’s remainder, the ones who had remained in the dark for centuries, finally stepping out to claim their prize. They didn't have faces, and they didn't have souls. They had only the hunger of the Conductor. "Form the circle!" I commanded, my voice carrying that cold, metallic ring of the Shadow Queen. "Shield the casket! If they touch the relic, the resonance hits the threshold!"

“Are you ready, dear?” “Yes, I am. Tell me again, where is the coven?” Alec takes my hand as we walk down the long hallway where the bedroom is located. While we do so, I watch as the servants and palace guards make bows by telling us. “Your highnesses.” I turn my attention to Alec. “The coven is about thirty minutes from the southern border of the pack. It is a quiet and very well guarded place. The witches of that coven are elemental and clairvoyant. Therefore, it is not wise at all to get into a fight with them. Usually, they remain neutral in any international conflict. And if I think about it, it seems extremely strange to me that your father spent time with them, and that they asked to

Not only were Isaac, Lucien, and Damien meeting with human representatives from the Emberi Empire, but they were also meeting with void witches. They also confirmed that three other coven leaders are also involved in what is obviously Cassandra and Cassian’s big scheme, two who I already suspected; Victor Whitewood, and Xavier Crawley. But also Killian Stone, leader of the Bloodstone coven, and an old friend who I never would have expected this from.

He took another drag and continued, “We didn’t expect it to be the Bleeding Brides’ Coven we’re dealing with.” “Bleeding Brides?” “Some elder vampire witch started a cult, abducted young virgins back in the Middle Ages, turning them into his kind.” Drusden grimaced, staring off. “Sick bastard, if you ask me.” He took another drag. “We’ve crossed paths a dozen times, always chasing the same prize.” Gildeon scowled. “Why am I only hearing about this now?” His voice rumbled through the room. “I had a hunch, but I didn’t get confirmation until they made a move on our base.”