Half Incubus Cyoa Novels & Stories

Hannah and Cyrus both joined us at the same time, Hannah immediately went to the girls and Cyrus looked at me, purposely avoiding the area of the witches. “This was our people who did this.” His jaw twitch with anger. Once Ana and Hannah managed to convince the girl to go with them, we got to work. The luckily, Cyrus managed to catch the scent of one of the Lycans who did this. All we had to do now was figure out who else was with them. He stayed behind to help the witches clean up the area and I headed towards the castles infirmary. When I got there, both Hannah and Ana were working together on the poor girl. They stayed in there for hours before Hannah finally came out.

Not until I was almost certain death was near. We reach the hospice and I lock the door with shaky hands as Cyran drops Caivan on a bed. I blink thrice to adjust my view in the darkness but Cyran is already ahead of me; he finds a jar of fireflies and shakes them awake. ‘Where’s Haron?’ he asks, casting quick glances around the empty hall. I hadn’t noticed the old man slip away when we got to the hall. Neither had I noticed the pair of eyes peeking out at me from under the bed to my left. Blue eyes.

Jack just nodded his head and then remembered why he came . " oh yeah I'm looking for a piece of my memory that supposed to be in your cave " Helios put his hand on his chin before going in and coming back with a rod shaped crystal. " This?" Jack held it in his hands and examined it a while the tossed it at the succubus. " catch " he said as he threw it as soon as she caught it she looked like she was in pain as her demonic energy increased so he took it back. " yup this is it "

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' ~~~Ella's father desperate not to lose his one true love ventured into the dark forest to meet a witch, who could cute his wife of her illness. A sudden knocking on a door interrupted Trix from her writing. She jumped in shock as she observed her surroundings, she was in a cottage of sorts. She was sitting by an old table with a small bottle in front of her, on the bottle was the word, 'cure'. "Shite." The knocking became louder. "Alright, Alright," Trix said her voice coarse. She rose from her seat but her height was off. She reached her hands out to grab the bottle and screeched at the sight of her hands. An hold wrinkly hand with warts grabbed the bottle.

He said and lifted my chin and opened my mouth. "It was the only way to subside my fever" I replied. The way that he looked at me was like questioning me if I really have a fever. "Didn't you know that once you drain your mana, you'll have hay fever, and the only way to subside the fever is to eat your own magic," I said while catching my breath and feel my fever that subsided? I sighed in relief when I felt that the load in my chest was slowly fading.

Time: Two days after the Interlude Location: Deep Hollow – Broken Archive Labs Atmosphere: Haunting, intimate, sacred, electric POVs: Naomi, Jayce, Vayden, Reina Themes: Memory, Identity, Origin, Queerness as Liberation --- Opening: Naomi’s Descent into the Archive Rain lashes the metallic shell of Hollow’s forgotten vaults. Inside, the air hums with memory—static like an old song trying to replay itself. Naomi stands at the edge of the broken neural core.

After their encounter with Talia, Serena made sure she was protected against most spells especially mind control, she never wanted to be under anyone's mercy, but she had never tried out her counterspell before today so there is a 50% chance he might be able to control Serena's mind and there is also a 50% chance that his spell doesn't work. "Now if you don't want you mind to be utterly destroyed I need you to stay still" Mr mage said as he began to recite the spell, a gray aura wrapped around him, his eyes turned to a darker shade of black if that was even possible. Serena watched him as he kept repeating the spell and the aura around him grew stronger so the lock on his other half was begi

“Ah, the Jeff Resonance. We’ve been expecting you. Your itinerary is prepared. First: a guided meditation on the nature of stillness in the Quiet Grotto. Then, a mandatory social mixer in the Non-Dimensional Lounge. After that, a seminar on ‘Releasing Attachment to Outcomes.’ Your pie-baking has been noted as a positive, if curiously specific, outlet.” It handed us glow-in-the-dark schedules and matching robes of insubstantial silk. Lina looked at the schedule, then at the gleaming, silent horror of the lobby. She leaned over to me, her whisper cutting through the harp music. “Mom,” she said, her voice filled with dread. “We’ve just broken Lyra out of narrative hell… and booked ourselves int

He deciphered the riddle, unlocking a hidden passage behind the monolith. The passage led them to a deep cavern, its walls adorned with ancient murals depicting the history of the entity. They saw its origins, its rise to power, its manipulation of those it deemed worthy. Lyra felt a profound sense of dread as she absorbed the information, recognizing the terrible truth of what they had unleashed. The entity’s power was vast and terrifying, its influence far-reaching and sinister.