The Coven Audiobook Novels & Stories

Xermia recognized the cover of the book and he whispered to Thomas and Sigrid. “Are you seeing what I am seeing?” “What is it?” “If I am not mistaken that is the Covenant book!” Thomas interrupted the man’s page flipping, “I know that book! Where did you get it?” “Oh this book, I got it from a far away place called shut up and mind your business!” The man’s arrogance was getting to Thomas, he was an insult away from a complete breakdown. “Oh here we go! Sorry to keep you waiting.” His index finger surfed across the page as he mumbled the words written. He looked up at the ceiling, repeatedly reciting the incarnation in order to cram it.

My suspension has been temporally lifted, allowing me to pass through. “Invoco elementum terrae. Invoco elemuntum aeris,” I chant another with Evander. “Invoco elemuntum aqua. Invoco elemuntum ignis.” The empty space in the large tree flickers blue. Still holding my hand, Evander and I walk through, emerging into the Covenstead. It’s obvious right away shit is going down tonight. “Our entire coven is pissed about this,” he whispers to me, taking his hand from mine and wrapping it protectively around my shoulders.

I muttered, and he suddenly held onto my body. “Don’t be sorry, Cat, it wasn’t your fault, and I am sure she is happy that you’re the one who gained her heart, our Luna’s heart.” He whispered to my ears as I begin to cry in his arms. When the night came, Elm need more time to recuperate, we decided to leave him in the hotel, while Zahra, Ash, and Monarda accompany us to Sergei Coven. Acacia and her mate, Dianthus, were already waiting at the front door. The coven is a Victorian gothic-style mansion with old and new characteristics. We enter the mansion and get escorted into the basement. I was a bit surprised to see the basement is more modern than the mansion itself.

“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.”

said Brent, in a quiet tone, Letting out a heavy breath, "I understand, but still having more of us walk this planet is not the best or wise choice to make," said Gretchen, "Please let this remain with us, I don't want her to know about it for now," said Gretchen, "Yea," replied Brent. * * * * The elders of the coven sat around a big table covered with scrolls and letters, in a well-lit room, that had engravings and symbols well carved out on the walls.

On Adelaide’s right sits Seth, next to him is Adrian, then Dimitri, and Soleil, who is speaking quietly to a woman that is clearly related to her; they have the same tanned skin tone and long golden blonde hair. The woman is familiar to me, I think she is Solana Annora, coven mother of the Eternal Flame Coven. Next to her, three of my own coven leaders are seated: Fergus Creighton of Crimson Fang, Zohar Emerick of Bloodrose, and Bryce Norrix of Undying Moon. I pull out the chair next to Bryce for Aurora to sit in, opting to seat myself between her and the large man on Adelaide’s left.

Alisa asked, frowning. “I told you, there are scarier things than Anomalies out there. More powerful, more intelligent, more destructive,” said Jester. “They call themselves the Coven. They initially claimed to be a religious organization who worship a deity from another dimension. They are convinced that their god is telling them to make a sacrifice worthy of his attention, and for some reason they took that to mean that they should help the Anomlies commit wanton massacres.” “Why would they do that?” asked Alisa, looking horrified. “What would a god possibly want with so much blood?”

Cole's PoV Saturday 23rd March 2019 ******************************* I'm finally back at the club after two weeks of not being able to get here. I messaged Joey but he isn't here tonight so I'll be by myself unless I can find another sub I know. I pay the taxi driver and walk around the building to the back entrance where I input the code to unlock the door. I head straight to the subs room and see that Mason and Oliver are here. "Hey!" I greet them both when I sit on the bench next to them.

—Agreed. —Always stay close to me or stay in my range of vision. —Agreed. —How much do you know about history? - He asks. —Quite a bit, I think. - I whisper. —Then you'll be fine. He pushes open the huge doors of the room and we go inside. I'm holding on to his elbow. Sure enough, the coven members are all here already. A quick count confirms it. Upon entering, the music suddenly stops. It was produced by a string quartet. The guests and even the musicians, all, men and women alike, drop to one knee and bow their faces.

“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