Incarceron Books Novels & Stories

Luna had been able to find out much more after she had interrogated some lower lackeys, who were more than kind enough to inform her of their illegal activities. The red bands held the north side of the city, taking pride in their brute strength, taxing most of the local shops on their side of the city for protection. They also sold narcotics, such as potions and herbs of the not so legal kind. Their leader was a man who went by the name, Red. Someone Xolvion was looking forward to meeting.

Emma Volkov The library became my sanctuary. I found it on the fourth day of captivity, purely by accident, while limping down a corridor under the watchful eyes of two armed guards. They were everywhere in the mansion—silent, disciplined, dressed in black, positioned like statues that breathed. No matter where I went, I was never alone. Not truly. But the library… the library felt different. The doors were tall and heavy, dark wood carved with intricate designs. When I pushed them open, the smell hit me instantly—old paper, leather bindings, dust, and something faintly smoky, like history itself had been burned into the walls.

Before me, the corridors stretched, lined with cells that housed the worst of the worst. Hardened criminals, traitors, and the most depraved of Lycans were imprisoned here. Some were too weak to move, lying in their own filth and blood, while others stared out from behind the bars with hollow, lifeless eyes. The stench of blood, filth, and decay nearly made me vomit, but I stood tall and walked toward my destination, ignoring the pained groans and curses that came from the criminals.

I was transferred to a new dorm, and my dormmates were lovely people who played by the rules. After a few days, some police officers came to campus to investigate Summer and Jean's disappearances. I told them the truth. That afternoon, Terence was found dead in his home. I knew he hadn't taken his life because he was afraid of the repercussions but because he missed Adeline terribly. He couldn't take it and wanted to be with her in the afterlife. … After graduation, I stayed on at the college. I didn't accept any of my students' bribes during my tenure there. I checked each dorm carefully and ensured that any students found using high-power electrical appliances were educated on fire safety.

"You've become so cold and heartless. You'd better pray Ian pulls through, or you'll be prepared to feel guilty for the rest of your life." His words were like a pair of hands crushing my heart. My heart ached. He was right—those five years in prison had hardened me. But could I afford not to harden? Prison turned people into demons. Those who were soft-hearted were prey. When I first arrived, my small frame made me a target: beaten, humiliated, forced to kneel, my palms burned by cigarette butts, my legs broken by rebar. Covered in wounds, I was still forbidden to eat. I had to satisfy the twisted demands of certain big guys in there. I lived like a dog in a world without daylight. Any resi

Life isn't pink, but it isn't black either; it's a middle ground where we have positive and negative experiences that help us grow and improve. He had spent his whole life locked up, afraid and imagining what the outside world could offer him. When he got out of that prison, he realized it was big, fascinating, and scary. There were good people and bad people and beautiful and horrible landscapes. Ultimately, it wasn't the place that made Oliver tremble and suffer but the people who surrounded him. THE END

"Oh, hey. Ms. Rodriguez assigned our new book for social studies. We're doing a unit on redemption and criminal justice." My stomach tightened. "What book?" "Some memoir by a guy who went to prison. 'The Monster I Was.' Have you heard of it?" Nova dropped the spatula. Elena looked up. "What? Is it bad or something?" I moved to look at her phone screen. There it was. The book cover with Darren's face—older, gentle, reformed. The face of a man who'd found peace. The face of the man who'd shot me. "Elena," I said carefully. "Who's the author?"

Hi there lovely readers! Here's a list of my other works you can probably find on certain apps/sites. -*-*-*- 1) Incubus' Blood Harem [male oriented book | W E B N O V E L] 2) Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess - Completed. [W E B N O V E L | C H E R E A D S] 3) Sex Delicacies [M O B O R E A D E R] 4) His Wife Is My Lover - Volume one, completed.

, I said and everyone looks excited when they heard the word "sex" My eyes were on Diana's healthy breast. She lowered her head when she saw me lingering unto them. It's more interesting this way. I smirked. "What is Incubus and Succubus demon means? An incubus is a male demon who preys on women, especially while they are sleeping. They rape and impregnate women. The victim may wake during the rape, or may not know anything has happened until her health suddenly deteriorates as she hosts the Incubus’, parasitic baby".