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Witch Modern Fantasy Succubus

Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!

[Warning: Sexual content, lemons, comedy, MILFs, monster girls, face-slapping, and a shameless protagonist!] ..... Creed Walden was a man of culture. Refined. Sophisticated. A true enjoyer of the finer things in life. Which was exactly why he ended up getting shot in the nuts. Who knew that messing with a gangster’s woman would lead to such unfortunate circumstances? One moment, he was enjoying the peak of pleasure, the next—BANG! Eternal darkness. But instead of fading into nothingness, he woke up… in a completely different world. A world he knew. It was the setting of a novel he had read ten years ago—a brutal, unforgiving wasteland where monstrous creatures roamed, and humanity teetered on the brink of extinction. The Apocalypse had begun. Here, humans awakened incredible talents to survive. Some became swordmasters, capable of cutting mountains in half. Others became mages, wielding fire and lightning at their fingertips. The strong ruled, the weak perished, and only those with true power could thrive. And Creed? He awakened… a summoning ability. Not bad, right? He could call forth mighty beasts, legendary heroes, or divine warriors to fight for him! At least, that’s what he thought. Until his first summon appeared. A gorgeous, sultry woman with horns, bat-like wings, and a very inappropriate outfit. A Succubus. It didn’t take long for Creed to realize the shocking truth—his summoning ability could only summon Succubi! The apocalypse was raging. Civilization was collapsing. People were awakening godlike powers to fight for survival. And here he was. Surrounded by beautiful, seductive demons who thrived on… other kinds of energy. Creed leaned back with a grin, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and wicked excitement. “...Well, I suppose there are worse fates.”
DungeonHunter · 231.7K Views

The Witch’s Vow

The night Elira was born, the sky wept with a storm so fierce it drowned the village’s crops and sent the river surging through the streets. The elders whispered that it was an omen—a cursed child had entered the world. Her mother, Lirien, barely survived the birth. She had screamed through the labor, clutching the straw bedding as if the pain itself was trying to steal her soul. When she finally held her newborn daughter, she gasped—not out of love, but fear. Elira’s eyes were too sharp, too knowing for a child who had only just entered the world. The midwife, an old woman with trembling hands, hesitated before cutting the umbilical cord. A chill passed through the room, the flickering oil lamp nearly snuffing out. The air felt… wrong. The village healer arrived soon after, summoned in desperation. She pressed her palm to the newborn’s tiny chest, feeling the thrum of something unnatural beneath her skin. “She is touched by the old magic,” the healer murmured. “A witch, from birth.” Lirien sobbed, clutching her baby to her chest. “No, please. My daughter is innocent.” The healer gave her a sorrowful look. “You must keep her hidden. If the village learns the truth, they will fear her.” And so, Elira grew up in the shadows. Her childhood was not one of warmth, but of caution. Her mother, though loving in her own way, kept her at arm’s length, afraid of what she might become. Her father, a bitter man worn down by poverty, looked at her as if she were the reason for all his misfortunes. But magic cannot be contained forever. At the age of five, Elira made a dead flower bloom in her hands. At seven, she whispered to the wind, and it answered. At ten, she healed a wound on her mother’s arm simply by touching it. Her family’s fear grew with each passing year. They did not see a daughter, a sister. They saw a curse. Then, when Elira was thirteen, something happened that changed everything. A boy from the village—one who had tormented her for years, throwing stones and calling her “witchspawn”—fell from a tree and broke his leg. The bone jutted through his skin, his screams echoing through the hills. Elira, acting on instinct, ran to him. She laid her hands on his leg, her power surging like a wave. The bone snapped back into place. The wound closed. He was healed. But instead of gratitude, there was terror. The boy’s mother shrieked. Villagers came running. They saw what she had done, what she was. “Witch,” they whispered. “Monster.” By nightfall, her family had packed their belongings and fled the village, leaving behind the only home they had ever known. They wandered from town to town, never staying in one place too long. Her parents blamed her for their misfortune, for their suffering. They cursed her magic, wished it had never been born within her. But when Elira turned eighteen, everything changed again. A wealthy businessman came to their town, looking for a wife. He was powerful, rich beyond imagination—a man who could lift them from poverty. And he wanted a woman who was pure, untouched, innocent. Elira’s parents saw an opportunity. “She is a blessing,” her mother told him, forcing a smile. “A gift from the heavens.” Elira said nothing. She had learned long ago that the world would never see her for what she truly was. And so, she was given away to a man who believed he had married a saint—when in truth, he had married a witch.
Ashe_world · 2.7K Views

Witch's Path

Nathan, a young man from modern Earth, lived a life marked by abandonment and pain. His father left him early on, and he grew up enduring physical and emotional abuse from his mother, as well by his stepfather. Betrayal became a recurring theme in his life, as those he trusted and opened up to used him and cast him aside. His struggles with communication left him feeling like an afterthought to his friends, invisible and forgotten in their lives. Each day was a battle, leaving him scarred and yearning for a sense of belonging he had never known. Showing mercy led him to an early, miserable death. In that state—alone, terrified, and utterly exhausted—he wished for a chance to take control of his life, to be freed from the relentless hardships that had defined his existence. Little did he know, his wish would be granted, though not in the way he expected. He would be given a chance, a path to fulfill his deepest desire, but it would not come without a price. The road ahead would be fraught with trials, testing him in ways he could never have imagined. This was not a charity freely given; it was a chance that had to be earned in a new world that showed no kindness to the weak-willed. A chance unlike any ever offered to a living being before. warning "the story is about a male turned into female after reincarnation" , the mc will deal with this issue in a way that i hope will satisfy you/ extreme gore. There will be No yuri And for those who down the line want to ask No NTR. Extra tags : romance , witchs , mages , druid powers , warlocks , wizzards , mage, alchemy, runes, mythical creatures , fictional mythical creatures, cultivation, expending world, gore. THIS IS MY FIRST NOVEL , AND I M TRYING MY BEST TO MAKE IT AS GOOD AS I CAN , So I AM USING ALL TOOLS AVAILABLE.
super_galactik · 5.6K Views

Emerald Witch

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.
INFJX · 135 Views

Building a Modern Nation in a Fantasy World

Moe, a recent graduate from a prestigious university, is on the hunt for a job when fate takes an unexpected turn. After acing a crucial interview, he finds himself in a life-altering accident that transmigrated him into a Fantasy world. After transmigration, instead of gaining extraordinary powers, he awakens in the body of Arthur Jr., an incompetent king ruling over the small kingdom of Keldoria. In a realm where magic is commonplace, Arthur Jr. is unable to wield any magic abilities, leaving him at a significant disadvantage. However, armed with the authority of a king and the knowledge of modern society he will transform the small kingdom of Keldoria into a advance nation where technology and magic coexist. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----Disclaimer------- This is a pure kingdom-building story that emphasizes the economy and technological advancements of a nation rather than magic or the strength of a single individual. This is also a slow-progression story(Slow burn!!!), focusing on governance, development, and strategy. While the pacing may feel slow, I will ensure that each chapter remains engaging and immersive. Readers who prefer fast-paced stories with an overpowered protagonist from the start may find this novel different from their usual preferences. Expect a strong focus on macroeconomics rather than microeconomics, as this story revolves around building and managing an entire kingdom rather than running a single business. The protagonist will not possess overpowered abilities or cheats such as system, but will rely on his intelligence, knowledge, and authority as a ruler to shape his kingdom’s future. It is my first time ever to write a novel so to be honest, I use AI(GPT and Blackbox.io) to enhanced/rewrite my writing. However the idea, world building, concept and everything else is written by me and me alone. So reader who enjoy 100% Human work I am sorry to disappoint you, however I don't use AI by giving it idea prompt and copy pasting the result but I write on my own then I use AI to enhance my writing style and making it more enjoyable to read. Thus the writing may involved AI but it is 100% human idea and concept. Hope you enjoy!!!!
Moe_that_Hate_Name · 207.8K Views
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