The Coven Audiobook Novels & Stories

He felt that time was slipping away like sand through his fingers, and the longer he hesitated, the more difficult it would be to help Amy later, but he had no choice but to sit and wait for his former colleague to begin the story. “Hmm, from the beginning,” the man inhaled again, inhaling the bittersweet smoke. - Well, let's start with the fact that you were deceived, John. - Deceived? Black didn't understand, narrowing his eyes. - And who? - Head of the Coven, - shrugged his interlocutor. - Head? Are you kidding? - raising his left eyebrow and expressing his skepticism, the Hunter chuckled. - No. He's a nit, just look for him.

It still surprised her to see she still had the same reaction as all those years ago when her father took her with him to the meetings here. “We don’t know exactly when, but it supposedly dates back to when the coven was formed. All the records have been missing almost just as long for some reason unbeknownst even to a man whose office sits behind them; he is probably the wisest, most discerning and well-read person our coven has and treasures, but even he is at a loss here.” At that moment Jackson stepped out of his office to investigate the source of the voices.

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.