Half Incubus Cyoa Novels & Stories

His gaze fixed on her eyes. Una silently swallowed. Weren’t there any complications once Una told him who she was? That she came back from the dead and became a demon? Either way, she’d end up dead anyway. Una gambled his last hope of survival. “I am Una, a lowborn in the Nacht territory…” she paused before she added, “I was Hevian’s bride….” Drite’s eyes widened. “No way!” “I am telling the truth! Let’s make a deal. I can’t die again… I’ve just been resurrected!”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

One sunny afternoon, as Liam and Jake enjoyed a leisurely stroll through a bustling city park, they stumbled upon a small outdoor art exhibition. Intrigued, they decided to explore the vibrant display of paintings and sculptures. As they admired the artwork, Liam's eyes were drawn to a particular painting—a mesmerising portrait of a mysterious woman with striking resemblance to Jake. The artist, a young and talented painter named Lucas, approached them, beaming with pride at his creation. "Ah, I see you've noticed my latest masterpiece," Lucas exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "This painting is inspired by the beauty and complexity of human relationships.

The scent of the pomegranate and its sweet taste still lingered in her mouth, reminding her of her mistake. She looked at her own reflection on the black water. Her golden hair was disheveled from running. She realized just then that she had arrived at Cocytus - the river of lamentation, abhorred Styx, and the flood of deadly hate that sent a shudder through all hearers. Suddenly, a gush of water shot up and enveloped Persephone. A pair of pale arms wrapped around her neck and tried to pull her in with a strong tug. The goddess was devoured by fear. She realized with horror what was possessing her.

The whole drama went like: Kelsea: (whispered in my ears upon seeing Aunt Hilda's sad face) How could you let Aunt Hilda end up like this? Me: (looking at her incredulously) You have no idea how many times I had tried Kelsea. So shut up. If you want a sample, go try it yourself, so you'll know. Kelsea: (raised an eyebrow before dumping to me her baggage and stomped towards Aunt) Aunt Hilda! (she said using a super sweet voice and a cheery accent) Aunt Hilda: (taken by surprise, had herself jerk out from swimming in Allen's memories while she was sitting in the sofa)

I couldn't take keeping it in and not telling him the truth about who I really am. "Lucien," I called out to him, caressing his chest following a long round of sex. "There's something I think you should know." I could see his curiosity pique as he adjusted his posture, his hand still stroking my hair in the usual intimate position. "I'm all ears, my forever." Unsure of how and where to start from, I said, "Lucien, I am not human. Not fully. I'm a half-lycan." Lucien smiled. "Ah, my forever. Has our love making now got you thinking you are a half? You are definitely human. It's just probably normal to feel some weirdness especially when with a Lycan," he teased, nibbling my ear.

Did Siya just find her first friend? What do you think will the hex placed by Ian work?....🤔🤔🤔🤔 Please vote, comment, and motivate me.

want to scream. "She was always different, but now… since coming back, she's more of a stranger than she ever was." 'I’m right here,’ Sirius said, snide to her bones. ‘But just in case you were wondering, I don't like the word stranger.’ Saeris ignored her. Her hand drifted to her mother's ring, twisting it absently through the glove. "So." She glanced at Samkiel. "Since we're asking questions. What happened back there? With Yrene." His jaw tightened. For a second, she thought he wouldn't answer. "Yrene's different," he said finally. "Different how?" "She's a halfbreed." Saeris waited. Samkiel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She’s half Lycan. Half human." He saw her conf

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.

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.