Demon Sword: Incubus Novels & Stories

“No, Anton. He has nothing to do with this.” But he didn’t look convinced. His gaze bore into me, and his tone grew more insistent. “I don’t believe you. He must have done something to you.” I shook my head, my voice steady despite my exhaustion. “He would never hurt me, Anton. Damien isn’t like that. He’s an incubus, yes, but it’s impossible for him—or any of them—to harm us in the waking world. They can’t.” Anton’s expression was a mix of frustration and disbelief, but he didn’t press further. As he stepped back, his shoulders tense, I could feel the weight of his concern lingering in the air.

The demon growled and shifted back, unable to possess her because of the mask over her face. I looked at the sword that the Pack's doctor had given me earlier and then back at the demon. The demon growled and turned back, heading towards Valerie to possess her again. "We need to do something, Lucian," Killian muttered. I looked at the Pack's doctor who could only mutter spells as she lay on the ground. "Stay right here, Killian," I muttered and rushed towards the sword kept on one of the shelves. The demon sensed my presence as I moved and growled again then swerved in my direction.

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

/penetrator" regardless of their gender.) The female type of Incubus is known as the Succubus. Since the Incubus are form-shifting demons, their appearance may vary from one another. Some of them take on human form while others still maintain their demonic/demon form like with horns, wings, tail etc. However, regardless of their appearance, an Incubus will always appear sexually attractive. In fact, ugly Incubi are rare to find, many believe they will only turn ugly if they want to scare or attack an enemy. Even in their true form, most Incubi have a sexually attractive appearance.

Small horns peeked through his messy hair. A black spade shaped tail flicked behind him, and leathery wings were tucked tight to his back. “Oh. My. Gods,” I breathed. “What the fuck is an incubus?” “Sex demon,” Gen whispered. “Don’t stare. They’ll know.” Too late. His eyes locked on mine, and his smile was lethal. I turned away, heart racing, and loaded my plate with food like I wasn’t dying inside. We found a seat and barely had a chance to sit before a trio of feral pretty girls stalked toward us. The leader? Blonde. Gorgeous. Tall. Insufferable.

After two weeks’ worth of practice, Thea had grown extremely familiar with the Demonic Sword. The Demonic Sword was created by the Malevolent King while he was in a state of insanity. Its true power can only be realized by consuming the Spirit Turtle’s blood and entering a state of near insanity.

Hannock took the chance to raised his sword and swing it across, cutting through the other demon who knew her. Who is he? Why does he know her? The moment Hannock was about to wield his sword again, Mizuko was quick to draw her bow. "Hannock!" She roars, her breathing heaved and her lips shaking. Hannock then looks at her. It was like her uncle had changed form. "Don't move or I will shoot you!" "Shoot me?" Hannock asked, a lopsided grin plastered on his face and he sobs a sarcastic laugh. "But I'm your only family, my dear. You wouldn't want a brother who embraces his demon side, would you?"

I questioned it before it happened, and when it finally came down to do the deed, my conscious screamed at me not to do it. Did it anyway, didn't you Chrissy? Now look at me, I had sex with an incubus, and it wasn't really that good. "What is an incubus exactly?" I muttered as Sebastian laid me on the bed. Proceeding to take off his vest, jacket, and shoes. He had me roll to my side, so we faced each other. His arm wrapped me tightly, kissing my forehead continuously. Sebastian cleared his throat, his eyes softening as he explained. "They are a type of demon." I sucked in a breath.

And froze. A male crouched by the low, crackling fire—dark hair tousled from the wind, worn leather jacket hugging broad shoulders, horns curved elegant and deadly sharp like polished obsidian. Those red eyes fixed on me with pure, unfiltered venom, glowing faintly in the morning light. Azrael. The incubus.

A calm voice sounded behind the boy and the boy holding me whipped his head around to the intruder. The demon, Asmodeus or Adrian or whatever his name was stood in the middle of the bathroom. Clothed in a full black suit, his eyes were pitch black and were showing nothing but death. He stared at us and his teeth bared in a dangerous manner. "Who the fuck are you?" The boy said to him. The demon snapped his fingers and the boy in front of me started screaming in a high pitched, painful scream.