Sukuna Mythology Novels & Stories

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

- **Time Breaker:** His mere presence can slow down or speed up the clock, blurring the past and present until all sense of time collapses. Azarukh exhaled one mighty breath. A wave of molten rage erupted from his mouth, rising like a volcanic storm toward the stars. Mohammed and Susan felt fire **calling their names**, while darkness itself seemed to haunt their hearts. Their bodies could bear nothing more; overwhelmed by terror, they collapsed to the stony ground, **unconscious**, where the Sun of Ages still stood—his eyes locked upon the Lord of Flame, unafraid before the living hell.

“Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.” “Well, before we taken to Selene’s realm we had a vision, I guess. Here let me show you the newest one.” I opened my pad to the latest picture I drew and handed to the Alpha. He looked at it. Shock written all over his face. “This is here. On this land. Just beyond these tree lines here about half mile down is the pack house.” He said pointing the trees he was talking about. “Who are these gentleman here?”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

This time around, a girl raised up her hand. "Yes Joanna?" "We have the Rakshasa." "And what are they?" "Rakshasa are creatures that eat the flesh, they sleep on a bed of dead insects and are great at shapeshifting." Joanna said. "Correct, we all have different types of Supernatural that King Roen rules, we have, Fairies, Hellhounds, Witches, Centaur, Leviathans, Wolves, Vampires and a lot more." Rae suddenly raised up her hand.

said Corona. “Inkcanius Splatoonus, is one inkling you don’t want to mess with, he created the Infinitiverse with his own fingertips. Not mention he can match anymore regardless if the enemy is strong or not” Sasuke explained. Corona was shocked “wait I’m dealing with an god!?” said Corona. “Yes, you are and once you pissed off a god, he will use his full wrath to anyone that threatens his Inifinitiverse or his creations” said Sasuke.

Norton, for instance, implied seething bear in the antiquated language of the pixies. The most ridiculously glaring distinction between this world and his own was the presence of the two moons overhead. The principal bigger silver moon was called Daphlyn and it was represented as the Silvermoon Goddess and furthermore known as the Goddess of Love. The more modest, dark red shaded moon which hung in the night sky like a ruby, sickle tooth was called Sufanna the Bloodmoon Goddess and furthermore filled in as the Goddess of Vengeance. As indicated by the legends, when Sufanna uncovers itself as a full moon, it would connote the start of one more significant struggle on the landmass.

Rainbow coloured clouds coated it’s base just above the pink clouds– it was like a floating island! “What do the people of your world call us apart from Succubinos?” Orea asked above the sound of the gushing wind, looking calmly at Eureka. Eureka looked back from behind and now stared at Orea. They were riding side by side on the pair of graceful flying unicorns. “Succubinos? Well they don’t call you that. But they do call you evil, they think your people are evil, demons that haunt people in their sleeps, actually you are just known to them as Succubus,” Eureka shouted back nodding.

A huge fucking silver-furred fox. I step back from Umiko with a frown on my face. I knew she wasn’t a wolf or Lycan, but to be honest, I never expected there to be a fox inside of her. Not only that, but the one I just saw wasn’t a Japanese spirit as one would expect because of her lineage. I’ve met Kitsunes, Kumihos, and even the Chinese Huli jing, so I know what I’m talking about when I say that this thing inside Umiko is entirely different. /“Did you feel that?”/ I ask Baron, and he nods.

Aki waited for Temujin to add his own opinion of her. “Er, I see what you mean…” he fumbled for the next words. “But Hououtenku is different. It’s not a technique. It’s just a myth that our ancestors made up. To give us hope that no matter how low the Clan of Vulcanus sank or how dark our history got, we will persist. I mean, think about it: an old bird that fans its own funeral pyre with its wings until it’s fully consumed. From the ashes, a new being rises, a new red Slayer – capable of controlling the kinetic energy of atoms to generate his own fire. I have better luck believing a story like Griffin’s, because evolution just doesn’t skip centuries like that.”