Novel & Cerita Morrigan Succubus

Ivy’s nails dug into my jaw, forcing my eyes to hers. “You feel it?” she whispered. "Is the drain already starting? Your precious Millennium blood, waking up for me.” I did not understand and could not ask, the command holding my throat locked. Morrigan stepped from the shadows behind them, my stepmother looking down at me with cold and calculating eyes—she looked like a scientist examining a bug she intended to crush. “Enough talking,” Morrigan said. “Take her to the basement—we need to begin the siphoning before dawn, while the moon is in the right position.”

But Orea was in a much more severe state. She entered the cage and went towards Orea and checked her: She looked totally drained and pale, then Lillian remembered that the evil demoness, Mirage Maja was a rare type of Succubino leech. That can drain the life force off especially the Succubinno females to gain or increase her special powers. She could drain the life force off males too, to replenish her strength but it was only the life force of females that can also do that and more importantly, can maintain and give her other special powers, such as the power of flight and of creating force fields and such. But Orea was alive, still unconscious but alive. Because Lillian could see her chest

Charlotte was lost and confused, the only thing she was certain of, was that she needed to get out of here and fast. Ender watched her as the different emotions flickered across her face and he felt a little sorry for her. He could tell straightaway that she was a novice, not yet fully aware of her supernatural powers. She didn't even seem to know the strong sexual aura that she was exuding while sitting there on the filthy ground, covered in bruises and dirt. He had arrived early and wanted to confirm for himself that she was indeed a succubus and found her on the floor of the cell in a state of arousal.

“Darling, I don’t need to touch her. She’s already mine.” Wolves snarled across the clearing. Kael’s beta, Lyrin, stepped forward, sword drawn. “Who are you?” he demanded. She flicked her fingers. Lyrin flew backward, slammed into a tree with a crack of bark and bone. Kael’s eyes went murderously dark. Then she spoke: “I am Morrigan. Sister to her mother. Witch-Queen of the Hollow Cascades. And the rightful guardian of the Celestial Bloodline.”

“Even witches. We just need to find hers.” “There is one thing,” Elena said slowly. “Morgana uses blood magic. She needs living subjects to fuel her spells. Wolves she can drain, torture, and break. The dark wolves were probably created from rogues she captured and corrupted.” My stomach turned. “She turns wolves into those things?”

Siron turned his head to the side. There, sitting on a chunk of fallen rubble, was Morat’s true form. Not the shadow form, not the handsome human form, nor the half-man half-beast controlled by Alaric. This was his actual spiritual form, just as Siron had seen in the vision, but now in terrifying three dimensions. A human silhouette, but composed of pitch-black darkness swirling like thick smoke. Inside it, flashes of golden light occasionally flickered, like trapped stars. His face held no clear details, only two steady points of golden light, his eyes, and a mouth that looked like a jagged tear. The body was tall, gaunt, and radiated an aura of profound sorrow and suppressed power.

She slowly crawled near me while crying at the same time laughing. “You didn’t know me, didn't you?” She asked me and then she laughed. I didn’t answer. I want to kick her away from me but I can’t move even though my whole body is shaking. I feel like I am under her spell when she grabs me. “I am the most powerful witch on earth,” She said and she turned into a wild dog, then into a black cat then into a snake, and then back to her normal image. “Shhh,” She said and she is now at the top of me. She looked at my face to face and with her long nails; As sharp as a blade touched my face. and she screamed with all of her anger.

It contains other important details of his future victim. Seraphine, a renegade assassin 24 years old female. 5’5” height 63 Kg weight. Black hair, Medium. Light brown skin tone. Lives in a small 2 storey apartment at Marikina. The target is highly guarded. Be careful, she is capable of all 6 techniques. Concealment needed is “Terroristic”. When he read the message, he knew he would have a hard time in this last mission but he have to do it to give up this life and start the dream life of Akira and him.

the seer half whispered. “This is not my mate, Sameen. She died in my arms, and I buried her with our child. I don't know what gibberish you're speaking, but this… this is a human pet brought by the pet hunter,” I scoffed, turning to walk away. I had had enough of the rubbish she was spouting. “You felt it, Damien. Your mate is dead, but this is a reincarnation of her. The one the moon goddess has given you for a second chance. I don't know why, but she is the one,” the seer insisted, her voice earnest.

“I’m still wrapping my head around that she can transform into a hybrid, which is only in our storybook, Duke. I have a theory that she might be a werewolf-witch hybrid because her wolf is big and white, but never in a million years have I thought of her as a descendant of Lycans.” “Yeah. Me too. I’d never met one of her kind. I guess we’re lucky enough to see one. And you’re a lucky bastard, Cal. How does it feel?” “Surreal." I chuckled. "Hence the disobeying, always meeting me in the eye. It’s not that she wants to do it and take orders or resist. It’s in her nature to be authoritative and give orders.” “Not to mention how strong she is. She cracked the ground.”