The Coven (Coven of Bones #1)

by Harper L. Woods

For those who love them villainous

two Whites, who channeled via crystals; Purples: the cosmic witches; Grays, who channeled with air; Blues, who channeled with water; Reds: the sex witches; and Yellows, who channeled with fire from outside the magical barrier surrounding Crystal Hollow. We’d also collected a single Green witch, marking the absence of one of the legacy families.

Shocking mismatched eyes stared back at me—the left a faint, pale purple and the right sparkling like liquid gold.

We drew our power from the bones of our ancestors, from the magic that only existed within our line. Without those bones, we were nothing, and they were tucked safely within the boundary of Crystal Hollow somewhere.

I had a moment where I wondered if it was her norm or because of her recent loss. In spite of her clear exhaustion, she was every bit the stunning, tempting distraction I didn’t need.

“That’s quite the secret you’re keeping, Witchling,”

“Sanguis sanguinis mei, aperte,” I murmured, allowing my eyes to drift closed as the tree drank from me. As it took the blood I offered in exchange for safe passage to the woods. The magic of the Greens flowed through my veins even if the bones of the Blacks eluded me.

That they were bodies crafted by the Hecate line, designed to live forever and house the things inside them. Without those Vessels, they burned through human bodies within a year.