Cullen Coven Novels & Stories

I didn’t say anything as she looked at Elio hopefully his lips held the slightest curl when their eyes, met but the way the hair was rising on the back of my neck made me question what he knew. “Whoever is behind this would need a considerable amount of magic to pull Luca from thin air without even appearing … there are few covens that would manage such a spell,” he continues when Caleb’s phone beeps as he takes the message out before reading it to the group. “Avery met with his contact. He thinks it could be the Chaos Coven or the Elysium Coven. Have you ever heard of those?” Elio’s silence stretched on for far too long. His eye flickered to the same colour as the flames in the fire, making

Then she chuckled softly and took a step backwards. “Falcon Crest Coven, did you hear that? Our Lycan King refuses to kneel. What do we think of that?” Instantly, the coven began to chant. Their voices came in unison, and their breath was actually visible in the night air. “Kneel,” they hissed together. Their voices swirled in the air and then they came at me. I looked up. It looked like a colorful fog, undulating right above my head. Sullivan looked at me, expressionless.

"Give me names." Vivian's smile widened and she looked genuinely pleased to share this information, like revealing it gave her victory even in defeat. "The Red Coven," she said. "Ancient vampires who have existed for over a thousand years, hiding in the shadows while hybrids like you corrupted both species." I knew the name. Every hybrid did. The Red Coven was legendary among vampire communities, fanatics who believed in absolute purity and elimination of mixed bloodlines. "They don't involve themselves in modern conflicts," I said.

Thirty-four: Roman Eliot “How do we even begin to find them?” Roman asked. “Well, that’s the trouble,” said Glinda, “no one really knows how. The Night Coven live in a magical community that moves whenever the group feels threatened. Merrick is the high priest of it, and he’s incredibly paranoid.” The two of them were in Roman’s study. The rest of the Powerists had gone, waiting for Roman to call on them when they were needed. Roman played with his hair anxiously. “Can’t you, I don’t know, seduce him here?”

One dark night, as the coven traveled a war torn expanse within a no mans land portion of the veil, Gedeon ambushed Bellona and 7 other coven witches. They were brought to Gedeon’s’ lands, where the Blood Stalker Pack reigned. It was here, Gedeon executed the 7 coven sisters, and brutally raped Bellona. None of the spells Bellona tried worked to free her. The brethren had cursed the cells and walls of the castle, she could do nothing to free herself.

“When I was a pup, we could interact with each other with no prejudice. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t always peaceful, but it wasn’t hateful either. People were kind and thoughtful, but the moment the guardians started this rebellion, the peace was uneasy, people didn’t trust like they used to and then they killed Samara; any semblance of peace ended with her.” “What does this have to do with Blood Rune Coven?” Rush asks. “Everything. Geri is back with his Coven. The Coven is a mix of preternaturals, wolves, witches, vampires and some excommunicated fae.” “And who’s the leader?” “I have no idea. It was Fenrir but like I said he became a recluse; he doesn’t talk to anyone.” “And you know wher

Coven House was dark and cold inside, with only red lights burning everywhere as if fires were lit in the middle of every room. The air was thick, hot, and stank of blood, clinging to everything like a mist. It wasn't something that could be wiped away by water – the scent remained even though someone bathed after. It was so strong one could almost taste it when they breathed. This coven was the stronghold of the Dark Shadow Coven, which, like the Gravefur Pack, was based on the East Coast.

Cullen had called Colin Andrews, the ancient vampire who lived just east of the pack's border. Colin had been semi-friendly to Cullen for the last two hundred years and had played a part in keeping the peace in the region. Colin was the oldest vampire in the United States, and nearly all others feared or respected him. Cullen had explained about scenting a youngling at the hotel. And that there was a rogue wolf pack prowling their lands.

"Right now, we need to take definitive action. The creature must be hunted and, if necessary, killed." I felt what she didn't say. No way in hell did Miriam Hayle need anyone to save her. "If necessary?" Celeste's hair bristled around her like a weapon. "We are very strong," Mom said, ignoring her. "More powerful than ever. But I worry even our strength may not be enough. We need backup." I almost giggled, the stress making me giddy. Mom was watching cop shows again. "There's a coven two states west," Erica said. "The Sovinion family."

Collen shrugged. Raven ignored him, glancing out at the sunlit street beyond their mother’s porch. “Where were you, Cullen? In the week after?” he asked abruptly, shifting the conversation to something that had gnawed at him these while. “If it wasn’t you at my house, then where the hell were you?” Cullen leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, his casual demeanor laced with a touch of irritation. “Far, far away. I was at the mountainside with my crew, digging up an ancient well. It’s been buried under rock slides for decades.”