Hololive Council Novels & Stories

113 – WARLOCKS AND WITCHES THIRD PERSON POV The four members of the Witches council made their way through the Hollow Woods in silence with their entourage. Their party was made up of two Grand Warlocks – Toff and Avalos and two High witches – Purity and Litany. Viviani and Rhonda were the only two High Witches that didn’t come alone. Each of the members of the Witches council had at least three of their strongest coven members with them bringing their total number to sixteen.

But their eyes were a flat, mechanical silver. "The Feral Six," the woman said, her voice smooth and devoid of emotion. "We’ve been waiting for you to find the sea. My name is Director Vane, and I am the head of the Council’s Reformation Committee." Kael stepped forward, his claws sliding out. "The Council is dead." "The Council is a concept, Kaelen," Vane said, smiling thinly. "And concepts don't die. They simply... upgrade. We aren't here to capture you. We’re here to offer you a contract."

he murmured. Once seated, he made the introductions. "For those who haven't met her yet, this is Astraia Briarthorn, my mate and your Luna." Nods and murmurs of greeting circled the table. "Astraia, our council consists of the patrol leaders and department heads." Jason nodded from his seat. Beside him sat Maya. Thomas, the communications head, gave a small wave. Dr. Eden, who i met before, relief seeing a familiar face, smiled warmly.

“The rogue vampires have become a bigger problem than we expected.” “What do you mean? We haven’t seen any lone vampires in the area in years.” Jack stated. He glared at the Council members. The office was shrouded in darkness, except for the light beaming from a computer screen. The video conference had multiple frames illuminated. Each one a member of the Council: Dragon, Vampire, Siren, Fairy, Werewolf, Witch, and Human.

Hailey "I resign from the council." I stood before my pack, making the announcement I'd been dreading. Three months on the joint council. Three months of frustration and failure. Three months of watching things get worse instead of better. "Luna, you can't," Edward protested. "You're our voice on the council. Without you, we have no representation." "There are other supernatural council members. They can speak for all of us." "But you're the one humans trust. The one who's proven herself willing to work with them."

I smiled at him gratefully. In the distance, a loud growl could be heard. Randoll rolled his eyes and didn’t even look. I started looking around frantically only to find Xavier staring daggers at Randoll. His shoulders were moving up and down with his heavy breathing and a few wolves stepped away from him. What’s his problem? “So,” I drawled as I tore my eyes away from Xavier. “This Council I keep hearing about, what’s up with that?” "Hmm. Humans have a government and wolves have a Council. There are three Council members, so the world is split into three. One governs all of Asia and so on. You get the gist."

"I can't stop laughing bro... You know your mate's mother___" "Shut up Aron and come to the point..." Xavion growled. Aron Explained him about the problem. "And council is in her favour... It's too obvious that she has manipulated them. Bitch know how to play games..." The council contains elder and experienced werewolves from different packs and work for peace and wellbeing of the packs. They try to establish lawful environment among the werewolves and it's decisions are binding. "Fucking bitch... I am gonna kill her..."

replied Mali, the oldest member of the council. Five members of the council including Dennis were seated around a round table. The council members consist of three males and two females. The women are in their late fifties. Dennis their alpha, and Graffa are the youngest amongst them. Dennis and Graffa barely get along. Their views always contradict during council meetings and Graffa hardly listens to anyone. Mali, the oldest member of the council was about to speak when loud cheers and applause from the training room took over the meeting chamber.

Her eyes leapt to me, reading the questions that I knew were swirling in my own. "Selene," I said, my voice slightly more level than I was feeling, "What is the Council of Seven, exactly? Her eyes pulled him in, the weight of what she was saying suspended there. "The Council," she began slowly, "is made up of the highest-ranking, most powerful supernaturals. Werewolves and vampires and witches and so forth, all specially selected for power, influence, and wisdom. Each one ruling their own dominion—territories, clans, domains. And they all together rule the world of the supernatural.".

“And you? The Luna of Flame and Silver? You would replace the council?” I stepped forward, my voice low but cutting. “She would replace it.” Milo smirked faintly. “And maybe a little less lies.” That earned a few nervous chuckles. The tension cracked just enough to breathe. I leaned my weight against the table, scanning the faces before me. “Here’s what’s going to happen. The Council, as it was, is finished. Their authority, their ranks, their symbols, they mean nothing now.” Theris’s eyes widened. “You can’t……”