Succubus Covenant Novels & Stories

She smirked. “Yeah. That was what I was taught.” I replied. “Well, you’re not an incubus. Concubi seal a mating with a bite. That’s also how shapeshifters mark their mates and why you and Drayce ended up marked. Succubae don’t have a ritual invocation. The reason incubi do, is because they join their bodies in the same way they feed. It is announcing an intention other than feeding, even though they have to be in their natural forms as well. When a succubus joins with you, she will enter your body using her tail. Since succubae don’t feed like this, there’s no way to confuse it for a feeding, especially paired with the use of their demon name. Got it?” She asked.

Shadows gathered at the edges of the sanctuary, seeping in from the corners like living ink. "Isabella," Arthur said sharply, reaching for the crucifix at his belt. "Stay behind me." "No," she replied, her voice low but resolute. "They’re here for me." From the darkness, a figure emerged—tall, robed in crimson, face hidden by a veil. It was not one of the Council. It was something else. Something older. An emissary of the buried covenant that Isabella’s anointing threatened to awaken. "Daughter of fire," the figure intoned. "The blood in your veins answers to the altar’s breath. Will you submit to the covenant, or burn for your defiance?"

I vowed to never reveal my true name to him. Even if he stumbled upon the right way to do it, without my horns, claws, and natural eye color showing, we wouldn’t become mates. The rituals for incubi, succubae, and concubi were similar and required a joining of natural bodies. Demon matings always required sex. Incubi used a declaration to the goddess of demons to indicate they were mating and not just feeding. Succubae used their tails to connect their body to their mates.

"She decided to sleep with her childhood sweetheart even though they're not in a relationship. It's her own fault if she gets dumped." I tilted my head to the side, confused by the sudden flood of comments before me. Since when did a succubus need a proper relationship to pleasure herself? I grew up with Sean, and we had always been close. When I was 18, he tricked me into doing the deed with him. That one night I spent with him accidentally awakened my succubus nature, and my desires needed to be sated from time to time. I didn't tell anyone about this, but Sean and I tacitly agreed to be friends with benefits.

he growls behind the silver mask, voice distorted, familiar. “One,” I choke. He adds a third finger, stretching, scissoring. “Two” The stretch burns; my thighs shake. A fourth finger forces in, knuckles grinding. “Three” I’m sobbing, dripping, the pain twisting into a dark, shameful throb. He withdraws, replaces fingers with the blunt head of his cock, and pauses. The coven’s chant swells. “Beg for the covenant,” he commands. “Please,” I whimper, hips lifting shamelessly. “Claim me.”

Lucien's knowledge of vampire politics kept me from making fatal social mistakes. And my own power, my own conviction, reminded them all why they'd come. The United Covenant was signed on the seventh day. A treaty establishing cooperation between supernatural factions and human governments. Protection for supernatural beings in exchange for transparency and accountability. Rights and responsibilities for everyone. It wasn't perfect. Nothing that ambitious could be perfect. But it was a start. Viktor Draven had surprised everyone by becoming one of the Covenant's strongest supporters. Humbled by his defeat, he'd thrown himself into the work of redemption. He now served as liaison between trad

“According to Lucifer, demons have been disappearing from the lower rungs of the circles of hell. Most of them have the powers that the creature I killed several days ago and your…date.” Her expression blanks as she peruses the sheet. “I don’t know what most of these creatures are. What’s an incubus?” My lip quirks. “They are male lust demons. They can entice their prey and heighten sexual desire.” Her eyes snap up to mine, and all color drains from her face. “I think…I think my date…” she mutters distastefully. “…might have been an incubus. I mean, he touched me, and I felt…things.”

Corin roared, baring his fangs as his claws extended. "Is the parchment a fabrication as well, Corin?" I asked coldly, pointing a silver-ringed finger at the hide scroll. "Read the inscription, Council Judge. It is a direct covenant written in the blood of the Dark Master himself. In exchange for opening the eastern postern gate at midnight, Lord Brandon and Master Corin pledged to administer pure Eclipse necrotic infusion to the remaining elders, trading their ancestral wolf blood for the false immortality of necrotic thralls."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, his gaze never leaving mine. “At the very top sits the Obsidian, the Head, who pulls strings from the abyss, untouchable and unseen, a ghost that commands empires from the void. Beneath them, is the Trojan Covenant, the first rank, enforces the will, handling the bloodiest deals, the alliances forged in fire and betrayal. They deal in lives, in fortunes, in the kind of sins that stain your soul forever.” “What—what do you mean?” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. “Why are you telling me this? I don't want any part of—”

The kind of pain that came from something fundamental being asked to let go, every cell in my body that had ever benefited from immortality registering the request and resisting it on some level too old for conscious thought to override. I heard myself make a sound. Lucian's hand found mine across the boundary line, gripping hard, and through the bond I felt him absorb a version of what I was feeling, the two of us sharing weight neither of us could fully carry alone. The third invocation began. Viviana's voice joined the coven's chanting, different in tone, older in a different direction, Drakov magic threading itself into the working the way she'd described, not stopping the surrender, jus