The Coven Reborn
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Prologue
Supernatural Sex Story: Prologue - The Coven of the Moonlit Grove recruits a new member and faces a new supernatural threat as it enters a new era.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Fiction Magic Light Bond
Adeptus Morgan waited near Gate 17 at JFK International Airport in Queens. He was dressed impeccably in a collarless white shirt and a black blazer. His short beard and graying hair were both groomed to perfection. To Morgan, he was the personification of the Breath of Amaunet Lodge and he had to look the part.
Steve Windholm was slightly behind his leader. The novice cabalist was in a fairly plain suit. His job was assistant, chauffeur, and general go-fer in the service of the higher level magicians he would be meeting today. Steve had never met anyone from the Cabal outside of the Breath of Amaunet Lodge. Today he would be meeting two: Raymond Magnieur and, later tonight, Rebecca Simmons.
A moment later Magnieur approached the duo. He was unmistakable. The French cabalist was bald and had a sharp dark goatee. His dark eyes seemed to radiate power and confidence. Steve quickly realized that this was not a man to be trifled with and Magnieur hadn’t even said a word yet.
“Bonjour Mr. Morgan,” said Magnieur, using a typical greeting in public. He offered his hand.
Morgan took a deep breath and shook his superior’s hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you sir.”
“Quite,” responded Magnieur.
“Your bag sir,” said Morgan, gesturing the carry-on bag Magnieur was holding.
“Yes, of course,” said the Frenchman. He handed the bag to Steven.
“This is my associate, Steven Windholm.”
Magnieur simply nodded to the young man. The two high level cabalists started walking and Steve dutifully fell in behind them.
“Ms. Simmons will be arriving tonight after sunset obviously,” began Morgan.
“Very good.”
“Everything has been prepared as far as your lodging goes sir,” added Morgan.
Raymond Magnieur didn’t answer. The trio reached the entry of the airport. Steve scurried ahead of them to a large black sedan. He popped the trunk and put Magnieur’s bag in. He moved to the back driver’s side door and opened it for the foreign cabalist. Morgan got in the other side.
Steve drove them off a moment later.
“I assume the safe house where I will be staying has a ritual space?” asked Magnieur.
“Of course,” began Morgan. “It is smaller than the one at our headquarters but should suit your needs.”
“Good,” said Magnieur. “I will need the assistance of yourself and Adept Simmons at the very least to cast a location spell to pinpoint the renegade vampire. One of your senior novices may be required as well.”
“Mr. Windholm is my most senior novice, aside from our trainer.”
“Good,” said Magnieur. “It is unfortunate that your reports indicate this situation has spiraled out of control and now demands my personal attention.”
“We have endeavored to keep you as up to date as possible,” said Morgan.
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