Mary The Succubus Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lucy answered, eyes on the ceiling. "I don't get." Maris blinked rapidly at Lucy, feeling dirtier than a gutter. "A demon feeds by having sex with me?" "Yeah, like Incubus. But this one isn't an Incubus, it's what the devil needs to complete his ritual to rule the Earth and Hades." "So it's the devil's entity that everyone has been haunting me for?" Maris questioned and Lucy nodded. Abruptly, the door creaked open and Maris jerked, crawling away from the bars and stopped just beside Lucy.

His thumb brushed my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t realized had fallen. I melted into it for one helpless heartbeat. Then pulled back. I needed to see her. I slid off the desk, legs unsteady, his shirt hanging open. “I’m going for a walk,” I muttered. “Eve—” I was already gone. The east wing felt colder, heavier—like the air itself knew something forbidden had taken root here. I’d never seen a succubus in real life. They were the stuff of nightmares and warnings: creatures so beautiful they could stop your heart, who fed on lust until nothing was left but an empty husk. Forbidden. Hunted. Killed on sight.

Naomi fretted. "That won't happen. She wouldn't dare," Stuart answered confidently. He insisted succubi could only bind to one master for life. "Louisa is bound to me. She'll obey me." In the steam-blurred kitchen, a bitter smile tugged at my lips. Stuart's misconception ran deep. Nobody had ever told me a succubus could only ever have one master. If you end up with a bad one, of course you find another. I came out carrying the bowl just as Stuart was ranting about succubi being the lowest of creatures—dependent on a master's charity for love, with no path but death if they left him.

“I see you’re still running with fleabags.” “Sorry, I didn’t get that.” Deloris shrugged. “I don’t speak bullshit. Your arse must be pretty jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth. You’re trespassing, woman.” “I thought you said the warlock was pregnant.” Mary addressed Sally. “The warlock who came to take the boy was pregnant.” Sally insisted. “If Mario wasn’t a…toad, he would have…” “About that…” Mary sighed. She waved a hand in the direction of the high priestess, instantly sweeping the elderly woman off her feet and catapulting her towards the side of the closest building.

“I am eternal! I have worn a hundred bodies! I will wear a hundred more!” Darien’s jaws opened, and the sound that came out was not a roar. It was a sentence, dragged through the lycan’s throat. “Not. This. One.” The shadows struck. They came from every direction at once, tendrils lancing through the smoke, and they didn’t grab Mary’s body. They went through it, into it, wrapping around the writhing darkness inside, the true Eyera, the parasite that had hidden inside my sister’s corpse for years. I watched the shadows drag her partially out of the stolen flesh, a screaming shape of smoke suspended between worlds, and Darien’s claws closed around her.

He put down the laptop on the driver's seat as he reached the last 10 second. "One." he mumbled and opened the car door. Chris walked towards the house where the demon entered. Both the gate and the door are unlocked so Chris simply pushed the door opened. Chris almost jumped when he came across a woman slumped on the floor. The woman is staring distantly, her face shows that she is afraid of something but she remained on the floor, shaking and totally out of her mind. He walked passed the woman after recovering from shock but it suddenly grabbed his leg. “Upstairs…Upstairs…He's there.” She mumbled while crying then slowly let go of Chris. Just what on earth the demon has done to her?

Aosoth paused and regarded the demons. "The bones of a servant I have conveniently been able to acquire, and the flesh of my spouse can be easily retrieved. Now, the blood of my spawn has proved very difficult to obtain. I even went as far as arranging for the abduction of her father in order to lure her here. She, however, seems not to care less about what happens to her father" At this point she stopped and looked up. Hanging among the rafters of the cathedral's roof was a bound and gagged human shape, slowly twisting and clearly unconscious.

she hissed, eyes wide as she yanked me into a shadowy corner. Her face tightened with fear. “You can’t talk about that out loud.” “Why not?” I whispered. “Because,” she leaned closer, “every maid who did… ended up dead.” A cold wave slammed into my chest. I pressed my hand over my mouth. Dead? “But who is she?” I begged. “Please. I have to know.” The maid glanced over her shoulder, lips trembling. “She was the Lycan’s mate… his bride. She was murdered by demons during the Dark Rise.”

"And What for vampires, my queen?" "I don't know. A tribrid cursed me and downgraded me to a vampire, so I don't know if Moon Goddess is still on my side or not." "For that fact, I didn't know the story. Care to elaborate?" "Neah, that should be a story for another day. For now, doctor. Let me test a theory." "Be my guest, my queen." "How come an incubus reads minds, doctor?" "We should be getting work, but I'll answer your question. The succubi and incubi are the creatures of manipulators. They're mind readers because they have to give suggestions to their victims. How can you suggest someone if you can't read his or her mind?"