Cullen Coven Novels & Stories

a male voice asked. I turned to see three guys standing there. Fucking hell, they are all hot and there is that damn scent again. One of them I recognized as Mykynzye’s husband, but I couldn’t remember his name. The other two I hadn’t seen before. As they sat down, I realized that the scent was not coming from either of them, but they had been around whoever that scent belonged to. “This is my cousin, Naemyrea. My Aunt, Myraia, who is the coven mother of the Coven of Ice and Fire. Their coven is located in both North and South Dakota.” Devon explained.

Julian opened the faucet, waited for the water to get hot, and then gestured for me to step under the spray, "I'll wait for you outside. We'll leave as soon as you're done. My brother will be joining us." "Of course he is, we can't leave him alone." Julian rolled his eyes, "By the way, I picked a name for our coven." "What?" I asked lathering rose-scented shower gel onto my skin. Julian licked his lips but crossed his arms and straightened his stance so he wouldn't move forward to ravish me again, "The Luna Coven." My breath hitched as I stared at my mate with wonder in my gaze, "Why?"

"My information didn't mention anything about—" "The coven is working independently now," the messenger interrupted. "High Commander Valen is furious. The plan was for a coordinated attack—Council forces in ten days, coven forces during the blood moon. But the coven has decided to accelerate their timeline." "Why?" "Because they want the Shadow Wolf's blood before the Council can kill her. They don't trust us to keep her alive long enough for them to harvest what they need." The messenger's smile was cold. "So now we have a three-way battle brewing. The Council, the coven, and the Lycan Court—all fighting over one woman."

It was when they saw that she was planning to rule the West or start a new coven that other households relaxed. Therefore, If a single KuLaa could stand against a mammoth coven like Ember and sweep it off in a single night, What chance does an eleven-member coven that Lord Ræm belonged to stand? After Interrogating the captives from the house Ræm, KuLaa was able to discover that some covens from the west were already in cohorts with covens from the east, north, and South. They were all scared of her power and were preparing to bring her down. But for some unknown reason, they didn't want her dead. They wanted to kidnap her and her family.

But he didn’t voice his doubts, and for that, I was grateful. As the hours ticked by, we began to piece together fragments of information. The coven was operating out of an abandoned village deep in the forest, a place shrouded in darkness and fear. The villagers had fled years ago, leaving behind nothing but ruins and whispers of curses. “It’s the perfect place for them to hide,” Althea said, tracing her finger over the map we had spread out on the table. “Remote, isolated, and steeped in dark energy.” Jake’s jaw tightened. “Then that’s where we’ll go.”

[That man's POV] 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.

I asked as I sat down on the couch. “So, I think you need to start up northern. There was a big thing about the witch trials in Salam, but the other book I read stated that they never left Salam. One of the original covens is still there. They might have some pull with the other covens or something.” “We really didn’t have a direction so that would make sense. Do you know what coven?” I asked. “That was the more juicy information. They are the Ravens. That is the traditional animal when thinking of witches but the head person’s daughter left the coven and re-did her new coven, The Crows.”

Rhett’s reply answered the question. Aislen spat into the sink. “Samuel says he can sense a big spell from where Stella’s house is. It might not be her,” she said to Heath, although she didn’t believe herself. “The coven is large in Rideten, and there’s more than one, though they do interconnect a lot. It could be another coven.” “Yeah, it could be,” Heath put the emphasis on “could.” “Am I missing something?” Rhett had picked up on the subtext.

Another one bent his head low and answered, “The archon is back at the Round Hall and has requested your presence. The Coven is there too.” “Damn it” Dominic cursed under his breath. The Coven was the governing body in the werewolf world that seldom showed interest in what went in the various were territories throughout the world. The presence of a Coven member meant that there was something really serious going on. All of them changed back into their wolf forms and rushed back to the Round Hall. The bodies of the hycwens were littered around the Hall and Dominic quickly ordered his pack members to take the assistance of a few others and dispose of them.

“No.” Cassian didn’t back down. “The Coven Archives have records of every bloodline, every power, every prophecy. If Lena’s abilities are as old as they feel, then there will be something there.” Dorian pushed off the pillar, his stance rigid. “You want to march into the Coven’s territory? That’s suicide.” “They won’t hurt us if we go in peace,” Cassian countered. Lena frowned. “What exactly is the Coven?” Dorian let out a bitter laugh. “A relic of the past. A secretive council that hoards magic like dragons hoard gold.”