Marinette Voodoo Novels & Stories

Marinette was moaning loudly as she was being fucked. Oh wow! I never knew Marinette could sound like this. “Ahh… Ohhh… Shit… Har… Harder baby…” And I also heard the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other. Who the hell is fucking Mari like this? He was ruining her. I chuckled. The sounds were interesting. I didn't bother to knock anymore, I just sat at the porch waiting for them to get done. Marinette's parents traveled, so she brought a guy home to have fun for the weekend. Probably a guy from school.

( Shade was Alice's native name, one her father thought was old fashioned, but second to none, in her mother's perspective) If only she had listened, she wouldn't be drowning herself in Vodka, in a club full of drunks, whores, ( also known as one shots) and men who would rather spend their last dime on anything that wasn't their wife. But the alcohol wasn't the only reason she was there.

Three colors representing different venomous animals appeared along with the burst of energies. “They’re the Three Voodoo Sovereigns of the Voodoo Cult, Master Collins. The one on the left in green is the Snake Voodoo Sovereign, the middle one in black is the Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign, and the one on the right in red is the Toad Voodoo Sovereign,” Madam Snake quickly told Chase.

I said with a smirk as the ride operator pulled the metal bar down that was supposed to hold us in place. I felt the sparks shoot up my entire body as her leg rested against mine. It made everything inside of me go wild. Even, Roan, my wolf was going crazy inside my head, chanting 'mate' over and over again. Mariette just gave me a look. "Well, let's hope there is a malfunction on the ride causing me to fall out. Hopefully, it would put me out of my misery!" Mariette sneered back at me. Damn ... this woman would be the death of me. "Don't worry ... being that you are a vampire, I am sure that you will live. After all... the lot of you have what ... like 1000 lives?" I said, smirking at the l

He is a man of his word, but his heart aches for his mate. At supper in the private dining room, He informs us that it was Marie's mother, who was the Voodoo Queen, she had a long-standing alliance with the vampires of New Orleans, particularly one powerful and charismatic vampire, Jacques Saint Clair. "Jacques and Marie's mother shared a deep bond, and he had sworn to protect her and her descendants from harm. However, when Marie's mother died under mysterious circumstances, Jacques was consumed by grief and anger. He vowed to find those responsible and exact revenge. We have not heard from him since then. Some seem to think that he may still be here in New Orleans, but under another name,

I want this to be over with. “Amelia Hope Robertson.” “I, Dimitri Sky Hemming, reject you, Amelia Hope Robertson as my mate.” Let’s see how you react now. A smirk formed my face. “Are you high?.. Oh gosh I told Trixie not to involve drugs tonight.” I was not prepared for her answer at all. Didn’t they say that once you found your mate, your bond will be very strong that when one rejects you, you will literally suffer from the heart-break?

A knock on the door of the basement stairwell announced the arrival of the latest "Virgin" from the now retired Voodoo Queen. The deal had been in perpetuity with at least one virgin each month from the Voodoo clan stock. He had made the deal knowing how hard it had become to find virgins of a mature enough age to furnish ripe blood. He used the virgins strickly for their blood purity and none of the clan took liberties with them because of their value. A full month of careful draining and they were returned to the voodoo clan with their cunts intact and confused memories of where they had been for the last thirty days. The virgin blood kept Lafitte's clan on top of the vampire chain of comm

The virgin blood kept Lafitte's clan on top of the vampire chain of command in the Gulf Region and he knew he had made a good deal with Marie in saving Lovey for her use. Now that Marie was retired, Lafitte knew he was in a good position to dominate the occult status of the Big Easy. The only competitor was the black magic arts of the French Quarter under the command of the "Black Cat" witch Lulu Montoya. If he could get the remaining elements of the Voodoo clan on his side, it would be all in his favor because they would have the witches surrounded and at a distinct disadvantage. The key to getting the Voodoo practitioners on his side was in the secrets of the bayou country and he would hav

He said between gritted teeth and Violet widened her eyes to the obsolete thought of it. It was possible, although a 0.1% chance that someone in the witch community was helping these vampires or what they were mostly known for as demons. Witches and demons/vampires had a horrible history. Mainly because of authority. Although the witches weren’t a blood drinking community, they were nearly equal in strength and power with the vampires. So the dispute on who was the better clan continued in years, building strong enmity between them. It was considered a big betrayal to even talk with vampires. Just walking with them could cause the people to burn you alive, which she knew very well that they

“I would really love to visit cemetery of the Voodoo Queen Marie Catherin Lavuea, if that will be alright?” “Sure, Baby girl, but that’s something is best to do at night. Ghost is stronger in the late evening.” “Ghost?” “Yeah, I would think you would like to meet her ghost, and that’ll mean I’ll need to get her a gift.” “You can give a ghost gift?” “Yes, and if I know Marie Catherin Lavuea, she’ll love some rum from Dionysus himself.” “Who’s that?” “He’s the god that all us demons will go to for the best alcohol in the world. Go get ready baby girl and I’ll be back soon.”