Morrigan Succubus Novels & Stories

Usually, I’ll need more life force but he was really young so it was enough for now. If you haven’t guessed yet or you’re not updated on your demonology, well I can update you. I am a succubus, the product of my demon Lord father and my human mother. I honestly don’t know what they were thinking. There is protection or even classic old pull out. Now I have to survive on the life forms of other humans. It is extremely tiring but I have to if I want to live.

Lucas, one of the five elders suggested that they should be the ones to rule the whole Lycanthrope clan, having so much power they could rule the world, the other four refused saying the purpose of them attaining dark magic wasn't to change the system in way things had been and gave him a stern warning that if he proceeded with his plans he would be stopped by all four of them. Lucas tricked the four into believing he had dropped his foolish intent while in actual reality he studied more dark matter, trying to possess more,making himself stronger and more powerful than the four combined. At the expense of his dreams, he perished. What remained of him was pure dark matter spreading like a pan

Instead, she cut her wrist and as the drops fell on the earth, she said these words. “I, Sabrina Weston, curse you Lightning Sauron, son of Lucifer Sauron, never to feel the bond of a mate, never to be humane to women. The beast shall not depart from you. I curse you to be worse than your father!” I believed she was babbling and killed her nevertheless. I swallowed and turned to my mother with cold and mean eyes. “No.” I walked away. “Why didn’t you fucking tell her?!” Blaze lashed out at me.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

Her hands were bound with a strip of red cloth, heavy chains clinking with each step. Her face was gaunt and stricken, her features sharp despite her age. Her white hair hung in thin, unkempt strands, streaked with remnants of black, as if time and something far darker had refused to fully claim her. “Morgana,” one of the elders announced. “A dark witch who has been aiding Valentina and Freya.” The moment she was brought forward, both Freya and Valentina’s composure shattered completely. Fear flashed across their faces, raw and undeniable.

Tall, slender, curvaceous shape like that of a Greek goddess. "If you'll side with Marcellus and his accomplice, Akasha, then I shall fight you as well. Here and now." He speaks out of vile. "It's a human versus a vampire. You've betrayed your people. You're a bastard. A traitor. You deserve our wrath." "Then, bring it on, Morrigan. Fuck all of you anyway." Kael counters the second woman in the room. She looks just as powerful as the first woman but Morrigan has masculine posture, buzz cut hairstyle, black suit and trousers, amber eyes, and straight face.

the male Lycan warrior replied while Valoreth’s jaw slackened. They lost that many against a dying realm? His fist clenched, struggling to contain the new. But, that wasn't the main point. “You did wipe them all out, right?” Damaris asked. “Yes, my Lord,” the Lycan replied. “Then where are their heads? The devil-sisters?” “Arianna was already dead; the ouroboros took her body. We dug her grave and brought her skull instead. It's hung on a spike… we'll show you, my Lord,” the Lycan said.

Morana nodded slightly not understanding a word of what her mate was saying. “His what?” she asked turning to the man in question, looking at him now Morana couldn’t feel the strange pull she had felt earlier. Gone was the strange glow he seemed to have and now all she could see was a blushing grown man awkwardly scratching his head. “My Inc, like mt Incubus? I’m only part werewolf” that had Morana’s eyes bulging as saucers. She had read in several books about other species but she hadn’t thought they were real. She couldn’t help but wonder what an incubus was, how strong they had to be for her to feel such a strong pull towards him. and he was just part Inc, as he called it.

Morrigan smiled, and I tilted my head, staring at her with curiosity. Meeting her now, she's nothing like what I've heard Lucian and his friends talk about. There's a huge confidence in her, and a scary coldness in her beautiful purple eyes. “You've got to be joking!” She said, shaking her head. “I promise, we are not.” “Lucian, is your nephew. Let's start from there. So I believe that you heard about him mistreating a stranger and decided to help the stranger get revenge on your nephew?”