My Mother Is A Succubus Novels & Stories

Now, what is this about being almost possessed? “An evil spirit invaded Mother and took a liking to me and wanted this body to be reborn. I took care of it before he could do any damage by refining him; Mother should go more often to the Cemetery for more nourishments.’ ‘EWWW, how could you say such a thing? Besides, it would seem your Mother can’t handle the invasion.’ ‘Yes, I know, but she is almost at the breakthrough point. I wonder what would happen if she suppresses her cultivation until I’m born?’

“They’re not all like Itzak though.” “They are…they’re just clever enough to hide it. They capture low order vampires without fathers to feed on.” “Do they torture them?” “I don’t know. I don't think so. They just...developed a taste for vampire blood over the years.” I quickly relay the conversation I had with Knut to Aldric. “My mother makes vampires to feed on,” I say at last. “I caught her. She doesn't form bonds, she can't. "Baron told her to stop turning his household humans, so now she goes into the mountains and kidnap humans from the settlements.”

“You think she’s a sleeper? Like you?” “No,” I said. “She doesn’t know what she is. If she’s anything at all.” “She’s not ordinary,” my mother murmured. “Not if she survived a lycan’s bite.” “No,” I said quietly. “She’s something else. And none of us know what.” My mother stood abruptly. “We need to check on her. Now.” “I’ll go first,” I said quickly, already halfway up the stairs. “Let me speak to her. Please. She might still be afraid of you.”

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

They circled me like young wolves testing their strength. One had a broken bottle in his hand. Another flexed his claws, already half-shifted in excitement. “Half-breed,” they whispered. “Demon’s bastard.” They told me about my mother—a succubus who came from the south on wings of shadow, sent to steal secrets from the wolves. They told me about my father… a beta of a small border pack, respected once, but weak enough to fall in love with her. He believed she loved him back. He wanted to claim her openly, to bring her into the pack, to raise their child under the moon.

I stared at the monitor, “Were— werewolf?” “Yes, I think Eve II is releasing Hell's' most vicious beasts, one by one like a plague upon the earth,” “But why? How could one kill their one, much less their parent, I still don't understand why is this happening... To me,” “When your mother was sent on earth, Lucifer was worried about her, so he sent us, to protect her, and that's how we learned about you, you're a succubus, a half-angel, the Antichrist,”

witches from my coven were laying on the ground, and I could see them. My father was among the victims who were spread out on the bloody floor. I recall walking to his side and fervently hoping that I would be able to rouse him up, but I was unable to do so. “Diego! As my mother hurried to my side and dragged me away from my father’s body, I heard her voice calling out to me desperately. “Whatever happened to Father, Mother? Unable to make sense of it all, I inquired. She hugged me tightly and said, “My dear Diego, you weren’t supposed to see any of this.” “What’s happening, mom? I asked. She has lost her mind and become intoxicated by power. Mother said, “She will do anything to increase h

said Mom. My incubus had successfully survived my mother, and I was proud of him. In addition to being immensely powerful, he was intelligent and kind. If he were a human, I would have asked him on a date in a heartbeat. We had barely moved when a demonic cackle came from the basement’s direction. “It’s back!” Mom yelled and hid behind Desmond. “Girls, get behind Mr. Demetri immediately.” “I knew that it wouldn’t leave us alone. It told me that it would never let me enjoy a peaceful night of sleep!” Mom cried and began to sob.

The air left the room. "Hello, little bird," my mother whispered, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. "Mama’s home." The Dark sisters were witches of power but they only had power through siphoning from others mainly from their own blood. My mother wasn't here for any reunions. She was here to turn me into her vessel once more.

She slammed the door and left. I sighed. Lucia had no idea that I was able to get pregnant in my last life because I possessed the bloodline of a Succubus. Succubi might be a neutral clan, but they almost went extinct from being implicated during the Great War. My mother's ancestor was of mixed heritage between Human and Succubus. She inherited a Succubus' physique, which meant she could get pregnant easily. This bloodline had been thinned throughout generations, but it seemed to return with a vengeance in me. However, it caused my mother to die during childbirth.