Morrigan Succubus Novels & Stories

The cave throbbed like an injury. Deep within the destroyed corridors of the Eastern Fold, where sunlight had not fallen in generations, something ancient came to life—nourished not by blood, but by treachery. Morgane was at its center. Her body was no longer wholly human. Where her skin had once been alabaster and smooth, now veins of black crisscrossed it, etched with old runes seared into her skin. Her silver hair danced like liquid smoke, her eyes glowing with violet flames.

She quickly dries herself off and gets dressed before drying her hair. For a moment, she studies herself in the mirror. Dressed in a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt, she stands at five feet and two inches tall, (an average height for women in the pack,) her black hair reaches her knees, her skin is the same beige as everyone else in the pack, and then there are her eyes. One is icy blue, like her mother–Idris’s sister–and the other is yellow, just like her father–Oskar’s brother. It’s not unheard of for members of the pack to have different colored eyes, but currently Morrigan is the only one. Some members say that her eyes are a symbol of the Beta and Gamma family joining to create a

“But we know she existed.” “She?” Susan frowned, confused. Alexei leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. “Morrigan. The Goddess of Portals. Of Shadows. Of War.” Susan’s eyes widened. “I… I don’t exactly know what I am. But my mother always said that my blood carried her lineage. Morrigan’s.” Alexei’s gaze grew heavier, and even Dmitry seemed to hold his breath. “Then you need to hear this,” he said, in a grave tone. “Because the curse that the old Lycans fear… began with her.”

I screamed, trying to fight my way back to him, but the ground trembled again, and I was thrown to the side, landing hard on the cold earth. Through the dust and debris, I saw Morrigan step closer to the heart of Silverwood, her eyes glowing with a malevolent light. She was channeling the ancient power, warping it, corrupting it to serve her twisted purpose. And then I saw it—something dark, something monstrous, rising from the fissure. It was a shadow, a creature of nightmare and rage, drawn from the depths of the earth by Morrigan’s dark magic. It was a force beyond anything we had faced before, something that had no place in our world.

She inhale the scent as she remained straddling on top of Mathias who remained lifeless under her mercy. Morrigan remained there sitting still on top of the man who repeatedly assaulted her. Drowning herself with the addicting scent of blood that surrounds her. Her eyes glance towards the mirror just on the corner of the room. She looks at her reflection in the nearby mirror, looking at the horrifying scene that had just unfolded in the dim-lit room. At that moment, Morrigan is not the dignified princess of Hymir, but a woman who seeks revenge on her perpetrator. Straddling on top of the foreign prince that took her innocence, with a pillow over his head and his chest pooling with blood. It

No one would. "Well, She couldn't give us more information, but what she told me was that the creatures we would be looking for were of lycan clan, " He said as smirk. We were closer than we thought but still very far behind. "Isn't she an Oracle?" I asked, surprised because, according to me, the Oracle was supposed to give us the names. "She is, but her spirit got detected before she could see the person's face, so they have an Oracle too," He said as worry suddenly came to my face.

He explains. "Right.." I say shifting on my feet nervously. I'm about to ask him another question when my wolf suddenly starts howling inside of me and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and my head and everywhere. 'Wolfsbane!!' Morgan exclaims from inside of me and I suddenly feel disconnected from her. I feel a sensation like she's slipping away from me but I can still faintly feel her. "Morgana?" Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore.

He inquired nervously. I was shocked at the question. As an incubus, Moran should have been able to smell if she was anything else. Only concubi in human form, and a few species of fae, smelled human but didn’t taste human. To my knowledge, there were no more female concubi in the state. They’d all been killed in the camps. Ford looked at him confused, then understanding dawned on him. “You think she’s not?” “I think she’s at least a quarter succubus. I just wanted to find out if she was more. You can’t be more than half and still be able to have superpowers.” Moran told him.

Now, she was feeling the aftereffect of her exercise and she was happy for the burn she felt in her limbs. Her jet black hair was tousled as a result of the tossing and turning she did the previous night. She had woken up from a nightmare and for the life of her, she couldn't quite remember what she had dreamt about. Loretta was a succubus, she possessed three entities within her. The first was her dominant trait which was the wolf, the second was her witch traits and the last but not the least was her vampire traits.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??