The Coven Audiobook Novels & Stories

Maren raised a brow and pointedly looked at me, "And she doesn't have a death wish, the spirits are just pushing her in the direction they want her to go." "Well, you can tell the spirits to lay off a bit," I said, but Maren just shook her head. "No one tells them what to do, to be honest. And as to the how… Well, that's left for you three to decide. This coven I speak of is located in the ruins of Eldara. A place shrouded in mystery and danger. " "Eldara… I've heard of that before. I just don’t know where." Kylie said, her brow furrowed.

I added, everyone was quiet as they let my words process through their minds, I can clearly see our coven members getting angry at the revelation "He has bad intentions for our pack and coven, he wants to be the one to rule over the supernatural world, he has killed a lot of innocent people, and we might have a war very soon" I announced, some whispered in amongst themselves as if they expected it happen sooner or later while some members of the pack said why would they take part when it's not their pack and it's the coven who should deal with it, I would lie if I said that didn't sting a little

I said to Elijah, who was standing at the central table looking like he'd also foregone sleep in favor of becoming intimately acquainted with every piece of intelligence we'd gathered over the past seventy-two hours. "The coven has at least twelve active members," Elijah said, pointing to photographs arranged in a loose grid. "These four we've identified with reasonable certainty. The others are partial identifications—suspected associates, known locations, behavioral patterns." He paused. "The woman Louis described in his vision—older, authoritative, the one who spoke about the ritual—I think that's her." He placed a photograph in the center of the table. I studied it. A woman in her late s

"Let him clarify. Hasn't he gotten us this far? Valdis raised his staff and moved towards the archway. There seemed to be a slight buzz in the air surrounding them as it changed. The laws of men do not apply to the coven. Those with clear thoughts and pure hearts who seek its refuge can enter. With her frustration rising once more, Maren crossed her arms. "Clean minds and pure hearts? All well and good, but how does that facilitate our entry? Valdis turned and looked at her sharply. "Close your eyes. Pay attention to the wind. Feel the ground beneath you. For those who are prepared, the door will open.

“You think yourself untouchable, yet your words reek of fear. I can smell it from here.” A ripple went through the hall. Some of the onlookers’ eyes flickered with something dangerous…approval, perhaps, or hunger for defiance. The Elders shifted, uncomfortable but unwilling to falter. Another rose, her face severe with age, lines carved deep by bitterness. “You presume too much. This Coven has survived a thousand years without you, and it will survive a thousand more. You are nothing but a fracture - an infection of disobedience. Without order, there is only ruin. And the Hollow Crown will bring ruin.”

“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

“Our mate doesn’t.” “We haven’t even given him the opportunity to know us.” Theia argues. “We haven’t even been around him. Allowed to bond and be close. To mark one another.” “The book.” The thought strikes me like lightning. I pull the book out of my hiding space. Small gold lettering appears on the cover. “The Covenant of the Coven.” I read aloud. I open the book to the cover page and read. “Forsake your selfish endeavors! The covenant shall be made to the Coven, not to oneself!

I know that’s horrible to say, but there are just some days I’m not in the mood to hear about the coven. I love my coven. I do. They are a fantastic community, but my whole life revolves around the coven. I’m part of the bloodline created to help run the coven and maintain the coven’s realm while maintaining its magic as well. I’ve spent so much time learning about the coven, its history, traditions, ceremonies, and its secrets. I’m happy to serve my coven. I’m proud to be my father’s daughter, the granddaughter of Death, but damn sometimes, I just don’t want to deal with or hear about coven shit.

gone! My questions... ashes. And I was still not done. I turned to Alex. "Did Bellion follow her? Did we learn anything from the file she left?" He hesitated. "Yes. A partial name. A facility in the Alps. Abandoned. But not cold." "What's its name?" He didn't answer right away. Then... "Coven." The word seeped into the air like smoke. I exhaled. "Then that's where we head next." Alex

"You did it to keep your velvet throne." I placed my boot firmly on the heavy leather ledger. A spark of solar fire ignited from my sole, and in seconds, the book of sins burst into cleansing, golden flames. "The Coven is dead. The High Priestess is a pile of ash in the Ever-Dark," I whispered, leaning in so close he could feel the terrifying chill of the Void. "Your buyers are gone. And your reign is over." I raised my hand, forming a single, razor-sharp needle of shadow. I didn't aim for his heart. I aimed for his magic.