Marinette Voodoo Novels & Stories

Because we know that if we had an army of vampires or hybrids at our disposal on top of all our warriors, these hunters wouldn’t stand a chance. Marinette continues with her lie, “How many people of yours has to die for you to realize that you don’t have a shot against us? You thought you killed my kind off, but I’m still here and if I’m still here, how many more do you think are hiding off in the shadows? How many are killing your people now?” I hear Sara gulp in fear as her heart rate picks up. She’s panicked, Marinette’s plan is working well. I listen as Marinette licks her mouth and says, “I’d make a decision quickly if I were you, Sara.”

Dawn said while staring right at me. "Fuck off, Dawn. You don't know anything about me!" I squealed. I couldn't stand here quietly while she spouted bullshit. I felt Logan's arms wrap around me. "Shh...she isn't worth it." Dawn ignored me and kept her eyes on him. "Consider this my final warning. Stay away from Marina. Eddie, Mike, Jason, they all fell for her lore and look where they ended up? Dead and buried. You'll be joining them very soon," she hissed.

Something she'd once seen in Baddley's eyes. She shuddered, trying to push him off but all efforts proved futile. She was confused. She was a deity if not a god, how could a mortal overpower her so easily? Lance's lips dived in between the space in her chest. Immediately, the feeling of disgust replaced with hunger. She arched her back, giving Lance more room. He pulled down her top and started sucking her boobs. Violet let out a cry and parted her thighs as Lance's lips caught her swollen sensitive boobs in his mouth.

I pray she does not lead them astray. So, by the grace of Legba, Baron, Damballah, Erzulie, and all other spirits merciful and powerful, do not let these undead—these Vampires—gain control. I deserve this painful death, but Voodoo does not. Should this letter be found, let it be brought to the most powerful Voodoo workers. My word must be immortalized. Signed , Marie Catherine Laveau, Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. 'X' **

( 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.

“That... is not dinner.” She smirks. “You wanted something to sink your teeth into, didn’t you?” Valentine picks up one of the vials, examining it carefully. “What are these?” “Explosives laced with poison,” Mara says casually, stirring her pot. Achilles claps. “Oh, fantastic! Just what we need—things that go boom.” Mara swats his hand away as he reaches for one. “Touch that and I will hex you.” I shake my head. “You’ll never learn, will you?”

Her Marina. THE END

The elders yelled over each other's voices while the rest of the non-vampires watched them. Marinette closed her eyes and let her dark nature enfold her. From her body exploded dark energy and shadows, snuffing out the lights and blocking the light of the moon from getting in. Everywhere went silent with a thick fear, so solid a knife wouldn't be able to penetrate through. Never had they seen such in their entire lives. The shadows and shadow demons flew around them, cackling and giggling, some shouting the cries of the dead. Marinette stood tall in the air in her true form, a legless damsel with death in her hair, and poison in the tip of her tongue. Her pale bluish-white skin glowed in the