Succubus Covenant Novels & Stories

Alpha Jacob promised. “We will protect your first offspring and keep the demons away from him but your second offspring would be given to us as a gift on the day he breathes his first breath. Do you agree with this?" The laetus said and Marcel's parents looked shocked. “This is outrageous. Surely you can't agree to this," Benjamin had said however due to desperation to protect their son Marcel's parents agreed. “Yes we accept." “Then seal it with your blood. Into the eternal flame," the laetus said and picking up a knife Alpha Jacob and his wife cut their palm open and let their blood drop into the burning flame of the laetus thereby sealing the covenant...

After days of work, the parchment of the Triple Moon Pact was complete. It was not just a document; it was a piece of Runic Magic sealed with the power of the Final Bond and my own purified essence. The signing ceremony took place under the light of the full moon, the first moon since my rebirth. The silvery glow was more intense than ever, a sign of the Spiritual Veil's restored health. The Alphas of the Alliance signed. Kaelen signed with a dignity that erased the pain of his betrayal. And finally, I stepped forward and signed the Covenant as the first hybrid recognized with full rights, a declaration of my own freedom.

It was as if her own body was answering the call of whatever was in his hand. “I am what your deepest desires summoned,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, resonant frequency that vibrated in her bones. “I am an incubus. A creature that lives in the spaces between what people want and what they are willing to admit. I feed on surrender, Lila. I feed on the moment a soul stops fighting and gives itself over to the dark.” Lila’s knees went weak. She reached out a hand to steady herself against a nearby bench, her brain struggling to process the words. “You’re… you’re not human?”

The searing pain in my chest momentarily faded into the background, overshadowed by the sheer magnitude of her words. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice trembling. "I felt the bond. I felt the pull toward Caomh when I was a teenager. I felt the rejection when he chose Dreda." "You felt a synthetic tether," Lynn corrected gently, tapping her finger against a complex, hand-drawn diagram on the brittle page. "A tether forged by dark, manipulative magic. We call it the Pact of the Silver Moon." Cullen stepped closer to the desk, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the ancient text. "I have never heard of this pact."

“They forgot that we, humans or vampires were born from the same blood. And blood… cannot be tamed.” Selene drew a silver blade and nicked her palm. Her blood fell to the floor, the red flare like an oath. “If this is the only way to survive… then I, Selene Vahl, swear under the New Blood Pact.” Kael followed, letting his blood mix into the red pool. One by one, hesitant or furious, each person bled into the circle, forming a living ring that beat in time with Valenfort’s heart beyond the walls. Lucien placed his sword at the center. “From this night, beneath blood and shadow, we form The Crimson Pact, the New Blood Pact. Once our blood is joined, no Guild, no god, no one can divide us.”

Time: 10 PM Dress code: Formal(Tuxedos only) On the bottom was another P.S. - Come alone, or she dies. The Obsidian Estate. I knew that name. Everyone in the underworld knew that name. It belonged to a man, a faceless crime lord called The collector. No one knew his real name. The government had been trying to catch him for years, but he was like smoke. Always one step ahead. "This is a trap," Levi said unnecessarily. “You and the collector have bad blood after that failed deal so why would you get an invite if it isn't a trap?”

"To make sure no one else gets the job." He kissed me then, a deep, salty kiss that tasted of the old world and the new. The "Sovereign Sub-Hubs" were still out there, ten thousand different versions of Valerius waiting in the dark. But as I felt the Grid’s amber pulse returning to my veins, I knew we weren't alone. We were the Architects of the Covenant, and the Covenant was finally starting to push back.

, Mia said, anything that would make them stop being in hiding and be free and rule, she would welcome it. "Alright", Ayena started as she opened the book and read it to Mia, "And so it begins....". The Ancient Covenant: In the time when the Earth still echoed with whispers of primordial magic, magic beyond so many reach, a coven of powerful witches sought to have that magic in their grip and harness the very essence of creation and Legend spoke of a dark magic known as the Umbragon. It was a force so potent that it could shape supernatural beings, it had so many tricks and differences. For the witches who desire such dangerous and great power, the witches formed an ancient covenant, one tha

she muttered under her breath. “You’d be surprised at what my own father can actually do if things don’t go his way,” I said calmly as I locked our hands together. “He may do whatever he pleases with me, but you...” I paused a bit, rubbing the top of her hands, “he dares not touch a strand of your hair, no one can because you are only mine.” Stella remained quiet for a while, “you do know that by contract, I am yours and that won’t last pretty long,” she chuckled softly.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.