Half Incubus Cyoa Novels & Stories

“Great… now I’m hearing voices too. First I get kidnapped, then I fight Hollowfangs, and now I’ve officially lost my mind.” You are not losing your mind, the voice replied. You have finally awakened. Nova frowned. “If I’m not crazy… then who are you?” I am your other half. She blinked. “My… other half?” Yes. Nova stood in silence for a moment before sighing. “Fine. If you’re really in my head, answer me one thing.” She looked down at her fur-covered hands and claws. “What are we?” The voice answered without hesitation. We are Lycan.

The Ember Hollow lay hidden beneath a spiderweb of sandstone arches, its entrance concealed by a curtain of ivy and shadows. As dusk settled, lanterns carved from fossilized bone glowed in clustered alcoves, guiding Vera and Lucien along the winding tunnels. Rebel artisans—defected Sentinels, half-blood scholars, and smuggler-turned-miners—labored around workbenches strewn with resonance crystals and spool upon spool of dream-silk thread.

yelled Cynthia blackmailing Hecate to come back. "Aggggghhhh ." said Hecate hearing Cynthia's voice and returned back to the room . "What do you want ? " yelled Hecate frustrated returning back to Cynthia. "Just answers to few questions ."replied Cynthia . "Why did you lie to Mrs. Cyprus that you found me near the garden . I was in the forest ." asked Cynthia.

He was in bed this morning, happily ordering toys and incubus outfits online, completely unaware his girlfriend was about to vanish! [This is hilarious! She never realized he is an incubus and he never knew she is a succubus, either. They were both pretending to be human. I need to know what happens when he drags her back. I'm begging for the tail-around-the-waist scene!] [Run, Eva, run! I can't wait for Arnold to realize he got played and go completely unhinged. I can't even imagine how steamy the scene would be!] I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, and the tiny text vanished again.

Her breathing sounded shaky. " It's chaotic here. The Lycans are losing their minds. They look terrifying. One of them almost destroyed the entrance gate. Everyone is scared." Swan whimpered loudly inside me. " We need to leave now." I swallowed painfully. " I am choosing myself," I whispered while digging my nails into the wooden edge of the counter. " I am exhausted, Sunya." My voice nearly broke at the last sentence. " Thanks for helping me all this time." " Wait..." Her voice cracked. " Stop talking like that. You're scaring me."

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“A doorway. Nothing more.” My breath catches. Because for the first time, I see it. This isn’t Brad. Not anymore. This is something else. Something wearing him. Something using him. Something that tricked me. My voice comes out small. “What… what are you?” He steps close enough that the shadows brush my skin like cold fingers. “I am the Hallow,” he whispers. “And you, Jason, are a pawn who mistook himself for a king.” My blood runs cold. He knows. He knows I thought killing Brad would make me powerful. He knows I believed the lies. He knows I was used. And he enjoys it.

I said, folding my arms, “does your ‘demon thing’ have a community or a name?” My question made him squint as though I’d asked something ridiculous. “Community? Pfft,” he scoffed, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smirk. “We’re not humans, Xiana.” “I know,” I countered, rolling my eyes. “Which is why I’m asking, genius.” He chuckled, the sound light and almost mocking, shaking his head in amusement. It irritated me just enough to make me glare at him. “Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “It’s called the Council of Shadows. That’s the faction for incubi and succubi.”

Most of the assassins in my graduating class have died already, and I had attributed most of their deaths to a lack of intuition. “Room 502 is this way.” Caleb starts to move left. He hasn’t picked up on anything unusual. “Hush,” I say, listening with my lycanthrope hearing. Room 502 might be left, but I hear the silence that way. To the right, however, I can hear heavy male voices. I ignore Caleb’s whispered protests and start my descent down the hallway. Caleb follows me with his gun drawn like he’s finally catching on.

Cent looked around for any signs of zombies but found none. The zombie girl, taller than her, walked towards her. “My name is Matilda, girlie. You are not lost. This is the Malevolent Dorm. This is the graveside for the zombies. We are also students here in Transylvania Academy.” Its dangling eyes stared at her. “Judging from your huge horns, I can tell that you are a Halfling. Wow, I never thought that a new Halfling would come before my bone rots.” “I am not a Halfling. I’m a half-demon since my father is a demon.”