Twilight Romanian Coven Novels & Stories

Imelda added. "Can you guys stop ignoring me and tell me why Riley thinks leaving will be an issue?" I grimaced, my hands folded across my chest. "It's nothing to be......." "Don't worry, I'll tell you," Riley cut Adrian short, a menacing growl escaping his lips but she totally ignored him. "Werewolves and Vampires are not welcomed into the witches coven unless they are invited by the high witch or one of the witches on the council ever since her daughter was killed in the last blood moon festival."

The vote was against the Red Devil's Dynasty Coven. "The council are getting tired of the long waits." Klaus stood up again as he read the second appeal. "The ritual must be conducted on the twelfth full moon night and we're left with ten full moon nights. Our most revered coven, the lethal bloodsuckers would be forever stuck in the doom of losing our most precious and strong members." He sighed as he rolled up the scroll. The moment he dropped the scroll all eyes were fixed on me as I could hear indistinct chattering.

In her room, she had summoned the entire Dark Shadow Coven council, consisting of an Ace, two assassins knights, and a Witch Rosaline. Ace Denzell and two assassin knights had been allowed into the royal room because they were all connected to each other through a web of magic. They gathered to discuss the future of their race. The air inside was tense, and a small but palpable aura of worry hung heavily around all five of them.

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.

She tells us, but there's something bothering me. "What's the name of the coven they're in now?" I'll ask her. "Obsidiana of the Moon. Why?" She questions as I try to remember where I heard that name until a thought reminds me. "Wait, Obsidiana of the Moon isn't Penny's coven?" I ask my brothers. "I think so, I'm not sure." Sawyer responds. "We can ask her." Dora suggests. "That's great! It makes it even easier." Luara comments.

But for some peculiar reason, Sarah Poleman, a seventeen-year-old brunette, and his boyfriend—Charlie Mantial, find it less disturbing to jump over the laid out rules and ran within the path vociferously, stomping hardly on the wetted moss and letting the whip-cracking branches of blackberry trees slap their faces as they continued sprinting like some kids released on a playground. The whole circular forest had been cast by the pitch darkness of the night and the flashlight that served as their guide to get through the path didn't lessen the pure blindness. Sarah didn't seem to mind the foreboding danger around them, though. It thrilled her even. Seeing herself alone at the center of the for

I look at mom and I can tell that she is just as surprised as I am. “I found out that those three vampires are Zharten, Thalex, and Ramulus. They are from a coven in the Mediteranian area. Their coven is one of the oldest and most powerful in the world. The current vampire king is Zharten’s cousin. The warlock is from the Galliant coven and they are the oldest and most powerful coven in the world. His name is Nikolas and from what I found out he is the mate of Aliya’s cousin Dreston.” Nalmyra states.

I just got the blessing from the Withqueen herself despite her being missing. “She must have foreseen you coming to us” Storm whispers. “It is a great honor and blessing you have received and our honor to witness this event and serve with you as coven members.” All members have now gotten on one knee facing me and are bowing their heads in reverence. I must still be in shock…I feel weak in the knees and start to sink but Kurt quickly stands to catch me. “Sweetie, whatever message she gave you in her blessing is for you alone, you do not need to share it, but know we are all now positive that you are more than meets the eye. Now, let's go get some stew and bread. I have a great wine from Tran

The sun could rise at any moment, ending us all, and burning us to ashes in a second. As usual, the DeAngelo family hierarchy is on full display as each member sits at their designated place around the long table. Dante, Marco, Giovanni, Antonio, and Vincenzo. All my brothers share the same uneasy look, their normally confident and self-assured demeanours tainted by concern. They’re all grappling with the potential consequences of the perpetual twilight, and what it could mean for our kind. “Salvatore,” Emanuele greets me with a nod as I enter the room. His bright blue eyes look dull, and I can sense the weight of his worry. It perfectly mirrors my own.

The once vibrant sparkle in Celeste's eyes seemed clouded, replaced by a distant longing that piqued his suspicions. Unable to ignore his growing concerns, Damien embarked on a clandestine investigation, seeking answers to the enigma that Celeste had become. He observed her interactions, noted her secret meetings, and scrutinized the longing glances she exchanged with Michael. The puzzle pieces slowly aligned, forming a picture that Damien couldn't deny—a forbidden connection was blossoming before his eyes. Celeste found herself caught between the expectations of her vampire family and the intoxicating pull of her love for Michael. The weight of centuries-old traditions bore down on her shou