Endora

Death was never on Margaret’s mind, not as she tucked her baby Lena into bed. But a glowing red symbol on the window shatters their peace, signaling the arrival of the Shadow Coven. Desperate, Margaret invokes Lillian Endora, a powerful witch, but it’s too late. With her parents brutally murdered, baby Lena's only hope rests with Lillian, who vanishes into the night, leaving a burning house behind. Two decades later, Lena, now a university student, is oblivious to her magical heritage. But when a series of brutal murders shakes her campus, she's drawn into a supernatural mystery that will force her to confront the dark legacy she inherited.

Endora

Death was never on Margaret’s mind, not as she tucked her baby Lena into bed. But a glowing red symbol on the window shatters their peace, signaling the arrival of the Shadow Coven. Desperate, Margaret invokes Lillian Endora, a powerful witch, but it’s too late. With her parents brutally murdered, baby Lena's only hope rests with Lillian, who vanishes into the night, leaving a burning house behind. Two decades later, Lena, now a university student, is oblivious to her magical heritage. But when a series of brutal murders shakes her campus, she's drawn into a supernatural mystery that will force her to confront the dark legacy she inherited.

The soft glow of the nightlight cast long shadows across the nursery as Margaret gently laid her daughter, Lena, into the wooden crib. She smoothed the pink blanket and pressed a soft kiss to the infant's forehead. “Goodnight, my angel,” she whispered, setting the star mobile spinning, Brahms Lullaby filling the quiet room.

Jonathan, her husband, came up behind her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “She’s going to be fine, Cassie,” he murmured. Margaret, a flicker of sternness in her eyes, corrected him, “Margaret.” She moved away, her attention already on the invisible wards around Lena’s room.

Suddenly, a gasp escaped Margaret’s lips. Her face paled as she stared at the window, a glowing red symbol seared onto the glass. “They’re here,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. “They’ve found us.” Jonathan spun around, his eyes widening in horror at the malevolent mark. This was it. The Shadow Coven.