Half Incubus Cyoa Novels & Stories

Emily jeered wild eyed. "Ronan's the mismatched half. The half you were supposed to marry. Well, it does have a nice ring to it, don't you think?" Jess pondered upon while Lizzy nodded at the comment and Anya simply blinked as it all came to her, all at once. At first she didn't quite comprehend with all the halves they were mentioning but then it occurred to her that twins were also called halves and couples were denoted as halves and that's the denomination her friends were making.

Sighing, I crawled under the sheets and stared out at the dark, starry sky. I wonder if half vampires also have mates? Will I know who's mine when I see him? *~*~*~*~*~*~* Hola Beautiful Readers! Have a fun read and if you liked the story then please support the author on I* @alice_blonday ;) Meanwhile, SMILE because you look beautiful smiling. Adios!

“Look at these numbers. We have over thirty different supernatural species living harmoniously in Moonstone Hollow now. It's unprecedented!” As we pored over Lily's data, I felt a swell of pride. This was our goal — a real safe place for all supernatural creatures. Our next destination was the old ritual spot on the edge of town. Cyrus was there, waiting for us, and his usually serious face showed excitement. “Are you ready, Catalyst?” Cyrus asked as we approached. I nodded, pulling out the Key of Harmony. It hummed with energy, as if it knew what we were about to do.

“What do you mean you can’t?” His voice lowered. “It is no longer a tear in reality.” A pause. “It is a sealed domain.” Luca shifted in her arms slightly. “Luke is there,” he said quietly. Lily tightened her grip instantly. “I know,” she whispered. God continued. “And so is the other half of him.” Lily looked up sharply. “The other half?” God’s expression darkened slightly. “The version of Luca that crossed over is no longer incomplete,” he said. “It is being… reinforced.”

Alpha Mayhem says. Libby and Mother Agnes are speaking to one another in an old language. It is not like the one I heard Bruce speaking in but something different. Libby and Mother Agnes eventually finish their discussion. "We should go now. We would get there about the time it gets dark. Mother Agnes says there is an old speakeasy that we can go in and surprise Umbra. The tunnel is closed off and can only be opened with a password. It is our best shot at killing Umbra and maybe rescuing Bruce," Libby says.

Sophia glared at Cole, “Cole, that’s not nice to say! Okay, Elisha….you don’t look okay. I know that I know nothing about you, but if you want me to help you, you have to tell us everything.” Cole starts driving his car, and I put my seatbelt on trying to prepare myself for a long long story to tell to Sophia. After she heard everything, she shed tears, and held my hand, and said, “Oh my god….Oh my god! Lycans are real! And you are one of them?” “I’m half human….I mean, I’m more human than being a Lycan…they’re brutal, and merciless.” Cole interrupted, “Sophia, we are taking her to our safe house.”

I turned toward him— toward the one thing I was sure of— but Lyris’s hand closed around my wrist. The half-thread of my soul burned between us. “Choose,” Lyris whispered, voice layered like thunder. “Now.” Kael lunged. Lyris tightened his grip. And the half-soul thread lit up like a star about to explode. The thread snaps upward— a beam of light— splitting in two— One half flying toward Kael. The other slamming into Lyris’s chest. Aria is caught between them— light tearing her apart—

“Why hasn’t Sir Carl come out yet? What is he doing inside? “ “He’s coming out, so hurry and eat,” said Tyler. Kyra turned to Tyler. “How did you know?” “Instinct,” Tyler said, smiling. They waited a few more minutes when Carl came out of the bar with his companions. It was two men and a woman. “Do you think those three are also incubus?” Kyra asked. Kyra put her trash in the paper bag and then drank the water. “They are. The woman with them is a succubus.” Tyler said seriously.

Elixir’s POV The dream realm didn’t feel like a dream It felt like a graveyard Each step I took echoed louder than the last across a field of shattered bones under a sky that bled silver ash The stars pulsed like open wounds and the moon was missing swallowed by something darker than night I knew this wasn’t real But my heart still raced Ahead stood three pillars formed of obsidian and ash On each one was carved a name Lucian Soren Ewen Their bodies were draped across them bloodied unmoving

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.