Succubus Covenant Novels & Stories

England, 1876. Twenty-year-old Maraina Blackwood has always struggled to adhere to the restrictive standards of Victorian society, denying the courage and desire that burn within her soul. But after a terrifying supernatural encounter, Maraina's instincts compel her to action. Maraina soon discovers a plot to unleash a new world—one of demonic aristocrats, bloody rituals, and nightmarish monsters. Putting her upbringing aside, Maraina vows to fight the dark forces assuming control of England. But as her world transforms, Maraina finds that she too must transform...and what she becomes will bring out all that she once buried. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

In a world where the moon shattered and the strong devoured the weak, Neoma Solstice is nothing. A scentless Null. A ghost. A mistake. Until the day she saves a dying Lycan warrior with a touch, and her secret is revealed: she's Void-Born, the rarest mutation in existence. The same power that makes her invisible makes her invaluable—a living weapon that can cure the incurable Feral Rot plaguing the Lycan Ascendancy. Captured and collared, Neoma is forced to serve as "Tether" to Unit Vanguard: four elite soldiers on the brink of madness. Barzil, the ruthless Commander who sees her as a mission. Wolfy, the cold Tactician who sees her as a puzzle. Viggo, the feral Berserker who sees her as salvation. Guller, the fallen Priest who sees her as redemption. They own her contract. They control her life. They swear she's just a tool. But tools don't make their masters kneel. As Neoma's power grows, so does the threat she poses to the regime that enslaved her. When the prophesied Blood Moon rises, she'll have to choose: remain the Ascendancy's battery, or become the Void that devours them whole. Some bonds are forged in blood. Some in magic. Theirs was forged in desperation—and it might be the only thing strong enough to save a dying world. The Obsidian Covenant is a dark dystopian reverse harem romance featuring a morally gray FMC, four obsessive MLs, found family dynamics, enemies-to-lovers, rejected mate redemption, and a slow-burn that explodes into high heat. Perfect for fans of The Cruel Prince meets Den of Vipers in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. No choosing. No apologies. No mercy.

"I hate you, Asher. You ruined my life." "Well, you ruined mine. I can't think close to you because you have to look so damn attractive." "What?" "Have you looked in the freaking mirror? Pfft. Distracting me with your brown eyes." "Umm we have to get to work." "Do we? I have a much better plan." He says and plants his lips on mine. After the loss of her mother, eight-year-old Wendy’s world was altered for the rest of her life. Constantly being used by her father for his selfish goals, she seeks refuge in the human world, at City University where it seems like her only issue is the misogynistic treatment to women like her heralded by everyone’s favourite, Asher. She vows to have her revenge by messing with his dreams. Asher has always had everything going perfectly until his father, also his alpha, punishes him by sending him to human school. Everything seems to be going well until he meets his first challenge, the female that won’t leave his mind, Wendy. Would he overcome this challenge?

I am a pureblood succubus. Every seven days, desire consumes me. Stuart Newlin always complained that I clung to him too much, that I distracted him from his grand ambitions. Then, at the peak of my heat, when I needed him most, he blew me off. He chose to go to his female friend's prenatal appointment instead. The thing is, a succubus can't survive without being fed. Without that energy, that devotion… I wither. Unfortunate as it was to fall into the hands of a neglectful master, I had no choice but to seek another. My new keeper bore the bloodline of the Black Serpent. He had double the virility. Night and day, he poured himself into me. He worked tirelessly; I was more than satisfied. So when Stuart showed up with a massive bouquet of red roses, hoping to coax me back, what greeted him was the sight of me, flushed and glowing, curled up in another man's arms. His eyes burned with rage as he went mad, smashing everything in the house, raging that I was unfaithful, that I dared take another man to my bed. Smiling, I leaned into my new master's embrace and introduced them. "Let me make the introductions. You two have more in common than you think. After all, I've slept with both of you."

I am a succubus, and during my heat cycle, I must have sex with a partner to survive. I unexpectedly saved a serpentfolk man, a species renowned in the beast-kin world for possessing the most potent sexual prowess of all. I leveraged the favor to make him help me through my heat as an incubus. But just as I was clinging to him again, scrolling comments appeared before my eyes — and I discovered I was the villainess in a novel. The male lead secretly despised me. The real heroine was about to appear. And once he recovered his memories, I'd be tossed aside. So I decided to divorce him. But my serpent husband didn't seem to agree with that plan.

BLURB: "She feeds on souls. I deliver the guilty. Somewhere along the way… I stopped knowing which I was." Falling in love was never part of the plan; revenge was everything. Zafira, a seductive and dangerous succubus who feeds on the sins of mankind, lives only to punish the guilty. But when a deeper darkness begins to rise, one even she cannot face alone, she is forced to break her rule of isolation and partner with a human. Cole’s life is destroyed in a single night when he returns home to find his pregnant wife brutally murdered. Devastated and consumed by rage, he vows to uncover the truth and destroy those responsible. When Zafira and Cole cross paths, they form a reluctant alliance; hers born of necessity, his forged in grief. Together, they dive into a hidden world of monsters, corruption, and blood-soaked secrets. But as revenge pulls them deeper into darkness, they must face one truth: vengeance doesn’t just destroy enemies… it changes the ones who wield it. General Warning: 18+ Mature Content | Violence | Dark Themes

A divine tree that is worshiped by many generations of people in my village grows on the tall mountain located on the village's west. Apparently, the divine tree loves being watered by women's lustful juices. In order to garner the blessings and protection from the divine tree, the village will pick out a woman to serve it every month. Since young maidens are shy and reserved by nature, the juices they secrete aren't enough to satisfy the divine tree. In that case, the village will be plagued by misfortune and disasters. Because of that, there are rumors saying that the divine tree prefers married women instead. All the married women in the village refuse to serve the divine tree. I, on the other hand, yearn to get picked out by the village every day. After all, I'm born to feel pleasure at its height. Unfortunately, my weak husband can never satisfy my urges.

The CIA sent Caleb Doherty to infiltrate Devil’s Playground — Brighton Fall’s most powerful, most secretive, most untouchable establishment — with one objective. Find the killer hiding behind its gilded walls. The one they call The Devil. Get the job done, earn the mission he actually wants, and never look back. Simple enough for a man who graduated top of his class. What nobody accounted for was the green eyed boss who watches him from behind walls, who stands him up on the first day like Caleb isn’t worth his time, and who somehow finds his way into Caleb’s bedroom at night — touching him like he already owns him, calling him Princess like it isn’t a threat. Caleb has one rule. One. He does not bottom. Not for anyone. Not for any reason. Not even for the most dangerous entity in Brighton Falls who seems to have made breaking that rule his sole personal mission. Caleb needs this job. His real mission — finding the mob that took everything from him — depends on it. He can’t afford distractions. He can’t afford whatever this is. He especially can’t afford to beg. But Remy Templeton didn’t get to where he is by losing. And he wants Caleb on his knees.

I was a she-wolf in heat. During this cycle, I needed release multiple times a day, or the ache became unbearable. Every morning, I woke up soaking wet, my panties clinging to my slick entrance. Even the slightest movement made the emptiness feel maddening. My Alpha mate, Ethan, was supposed to be home taking care of my needs, but he’d been away on pack business for over two weeks. After patrolling the territory, I couldn't suppress the urge any longer. Panting heavily, I ducked behind a secluded thicket and began to touch myself. Just then, a rough, large hand grabbed my ass from behind, squeezing hard. A shiver ran through my entire body. I intended to snap at the intruder, ready to tell him to fuck off, but when I turned around, my face burned with a blush. It was Liam—Ethan's brother who had just arrived at the pack. He was a tall, handsome Alpha with rock-hard muscles and eyes burning with lust. He hadn't recognized me; he thought I was just some random she-wolf in heat and continued to grope me shamelessly. "Let's see who we have here," Liam murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Just a little she-wolf in heat, acting like a bitch in need." His Alpha pheromones enveloped me, driving my inner wolf wild with the heat. My slick coated my thighs as the wetness increased. My muscles tensed, and my nipples hardened to the point of pain, aching to be pinched by him. Embarrassment warred with desire. I knew this was wrong—he was my mate's brother. What if Ethan found out? But my body wouldn't listen. My hips rocked back and forth of their own accord, chasing the pressure of his fingers. But just then, my phone buzzed. It was Ethan……

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