Morticia

Visha Morticia Tanith spent half her life as an experiment for mad scientists who thought it was a great idea to create a serum for supernatural powers. News flash: It wasn't a great idea. In fact, it caused more trouble than it was worth. Luckily, as short as it was, the second half of her life was spent using the supernatural abilities of decay and poison blood as a hired assassin. Of course, that was after she took revenge on the sadistic scientists and her grandfather, who sold her when she was a child. Now, as she dies from the very powers she was forced to have, she gets the great idea to... go to church and confess her sins?

Una fredda e tempestosa sera, nella sinistra dimora della Famiglia Addams, Mercoledì Addams, la figlia più oscura e eccentrica, aveva un insolito sorriso stampato sul volto. Aveva un piano malvagio in mente: voleva liberare la sua famigerata mano scorpione, una creatura mostruosa che era stata allevata dalla sua famiglia fin dall'infanzia. Mercoledì aveva sempre avuto una predilezione per quest'organismo spaventoso, ma i suoi genitori erano stati di vista diversa. Non avevano voluto che il suo amore per il macabro diventasse troppo pericoloso. Ma quella sera, Mercoledì aveva deciso di sfidarli. Nascondendo la sua mano scorpione sotto il suo cappotto lungo e nero, Mercoledì si recò nel salotto principale, dove la sua famiglia stava cenando. Senza dire una parola, si avvicinò al tavolo, mentre i suoi genitori la guardarono perplessi. "Mercoledì, cosa stai nascondendo dietro il tuo cappotto?" domandò Morticia, la madre di Mercoledì, con una certa preoccupazione nella sua voce. Mercoledì mise lentamente la mano sul tavolo e poi, con un sorriso sinistro, si tolse il cappotto, svelando la mano scorpione che era legata al suo polso con un guinzaglio di pelle nera. Tutti nella stanza si bloccarono all'istante, spalancando gli occhi di fronte alla visione orribile. Gomez, il padre di Mercoledì, fu il primo a riprendersi dallo shock. "Mercoledì, cosa diavolo stai facendo? Abbiamo detto che non dovevi mai lasciarla libera!" gridò, cercando di controllare la situazione. Mercoledì si avvicinò al tavolo, abbracciando il suo animale domestico sinistro. "Ma papà, la mano scorpione è parte della nostra famiglia. Non posso tenere n

In the magic world of Saevois, ages earlier, a war of the Arcane houses would occur. All holding their own principles and being enthralled by their own goals, the warlocks, wizards, and others would threaten the lives of the other elder casters, even if they used to call them friends. And while he was wise and benevolent, the Master of the house of Nethos, also had in this war. But unlike the other elder casters, Master Nethos desired less for his victory but rather the end of this war. The servants of his house would desire and plea to fight by his side, but he made sure that they understood that if they were to die, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. And so he locked him all away, along with his house, in hopes that they will be safe by the time they return. But he didn't return,or at least it seems that way to the Housekeeper Morticia Todd when she wakes up after all of these years.

Excerpt ~ Now, Kendrell felt color draining from his face. " I'm. not. a. thief." he said, word for word. " I should be calling you that, not the other way round. What explains why you're in a male restroom, with a parcel in your hands?'' Kendrell asked. " Because it's mine and you stole it." Morticia replied. " No I didn't. And it's not yours!" Ken exclaimed. " Then it's yours?" " No. It's not mine either.'' Kendrell answered. Scoffing, Morticia remarked, " Great. Now we have a confused thief.'' And that was it! That was how much he could take! Taking three more steps, he stood right in front of her. " Hand it to me, so we can both leave here peacefully." Kendrell said calmly. Clearing her throat again, Morticia replied " No, I will not and I'm still gonna leave peacefully." Dropping her hands to her sides, Morticia turned to leave. But without taking another step further, Kendrell grabbed her left hand by the wrist, forcing her to face him again. But a little more than that happened, as her face collided with his chest, while her hair brushed his defined jaw. In a trice, Morticia stepped backwards, and on the third step, her back touched the wall. Kendrell then closed in on the distance between them, before he placed his hands on the wall, right above her shoulders. Bending his back a little, he spoke up, more like in a domineering manner, as his voice was somewhere between a whisper, sounding devilishly hoarse. " I'm not a thief and you are gonna hand it over to me. Why? Because it's not yours and it's not mine either." Pausing, he continued seconds later as Morticia couldn't say anything " I won't explain myself to a... stranger like you." Ken said, looking at Morticia who had goosebumps all over her. " So just give it to me, so_" " I don't think it's right for you both to give it to each other in the open." commented a viking haired guy who had just opened the door, only to find Morticia and Kendrell in a rather intimate position. " Maybe you can find a more private location." he said. " The type that accommodates positions too." he added with a grin. Morticia was dumbstruck with terror! Her cheeks grew hotter. Hotter because it was already hot while Kendrell was speaking things her brain failed to put into meaning. ~ What does the future hold for these two? _ IG: Cristabelxx Discord: https://discord.gg/qvcywz4CNX

Joseph revealed the truth from a year ago that Gondore had betrayed his fellow bandits, devising a plan to lure them into a trap. In order to protect Gondore's image as a hero, Joseph concealed the truth. Gondore had also wanted to kill Morticia to keep her quiet, but was killed by Joseph instead. Joseph and Morticia had been living in lies until the truth came out now. Jorgen did not arrest them, but was also powerless to help. Dalia suggested that they leave the town and start a new life.

Betrayed by his own family. Died mysteriously without a trace. Klyn Morticia the strongest vampire lord finds himself in another world after passing through death's door. Trying to find the remnants of his own kin and his murderers. Join Klyn Morticia on his journey in another world filled with strange powers and powerful beasts. Unveiling the secrets of the Vampires and understanding the new found emotions from his new body.

truck-kun was on the road again, or main character Morticia got hit and was about to die when the god of that world decided to teach her a lesson for always rushing. The god doomed her to be a snail in her next life, her biggest fear and a torturous journey is waiting to begin I'm really busy as a person so I probably won't be writing that often but any feedback and positive criticism is very welcome! this is my first time writing a story!

"Don't you feel anything?" Morticia Hades asked him while nearing the candle and sneakily touching his hand over the table. "Anything heated or different?" She whispered placing one knee over the table and leaned towards him. "N- no." Erlik Ivanov backed off a little, quizzical while repeating. "Oh, you mean by the new sauce?" He lifted his head only to see her emerald orbs glowing and fell with the chair backwards with a thump in fright. ••• A dinner with a florist Miss Vampire who tricked him into spending every single suspicious candle light supper with her. To carry on living as a human he had to spend every single supper with her because after that she will give him the cure. Well, but she wasn't aware that another curse had been bestowed upon the guy already. His sexual preference turns after the night falls, how can he fall in love with her with such a curse? Could they be each other's counter curse? ••• Check out my other works: ~ Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess ~ Melting Her Between Thighs