Incarnate Book Novels & Stories

Sethlzaar would face the incarnate when the time came and as it had been over a millennium ago, Ayla would bear witness to their contact. Dimma, however, would be an unwilling casualty to this war. It would have been better for her to have died at the hands of her people than to witness what was to come. Over the centuries the incarnate had come to be known by many names, and though Sethlzaar would face a being he would know as Arnun. To Valerik the man would always be the Incarnate. The being would always be fear. “What is wrong, Father?” Valerik’s gaze refocused on Dimma, and when he spoke, his words came out dry. “I am so sorry, daughter.”

Sparks flew. Nyra closed her eyes and drew on Emberstone’s power, feeling the ash of her ancestors settle in her veins. She exhaled in a rush of heat. A dome of ember flickered into existence around them, repelling both dark magic and mortal weapons. The cultists recoiled. Their chanting faltered. Nyra stepped forward. “You call yourselves Death Incarnate’s heralds,” she shouted. “You have seen her wrath. You have felt my blood. Begone from this sacred place.”

" I helplessly turned my gaze back to Sushi. Sushi understood what I wanted so he continued speaking. I was hoping yond timeth, if 't be true I shall giveth the message, someone might be able to readeth it and taketh the warning. I didn't speak because even though the other words he used were a bit complicated, I understood what he wanted to say. But it was a failure because no one was able to decipher the message and it did remain as a mystery. It was written as: believeth yond peace is f'rev'r. But the dark entity is starting to rise again. Immortality is at stake. The dark l'rd hast risen. At which hour invasion starts from the heart. The creatures of the dark cometh fourth. The daylight

Chapter 20 Carlin’s P.O.V. I clutch Clarissa's hand tightly as we emerged from the forest, heading towards my pack's settlement. We had just communed with the moon goddess, who had revealed to us our past lives. We were also informed about the possible danger the consequences of reincarnation could bring. The healer who guided us during the process had informed us about the Hunter God, who we had also met during the communing. All these events left us worried and wondering what would happen next.

I didn't want to use this kind of trick for him but I'm too tired of fighting him and I want to end this day for both of us. I once read the prophecy of Apollo about a cambion who killed the hybrid vampire named Damsel in the form of Damon Salvatore. At first for me, it's just a tale but I didn't even think that I was the cambion in that book. I'm not sure about the details but it's said there that, to kill the hybrid Incubus vampire, the cambion who destined to kill him will pull his heart out from his chest. It's all in my mind while he was almost in my face.

Lore of Elm" from Ryzinka?" The name Ryzinka felt familiar to me, as if I've been there before, so I nodded my head. "I see. But... The book is cursed. Do you still want it?" His question sounded almost like a joke to me. I started to crack open my lower jaw to form a ghoulish smile, the way I always do to my victim before indulging them into an endless nightmare. The man looked fascinated by the opening of my lower jaw. "So you're trying to tell me that you are also cursed, huh?"

Chuckling to himself because a wealthy lady like Imara knew even less about the religion then he did, Ben said, “Lady of the Light.” Imara nodded. “Yes, that’s what he calls it. He said it’s in my blood.” As he softly slid his fingertips up and down Imara’s arm, Ben said, “You’re an ancient kind of creature. You’re very special. The ladies of the light decided who got to stay or had to be reincarnated when men were struck down in battle. You can drive all the darkness out of the most terrible of spaces with just a wave of your hand. I’ve seen some of that myself, Imara.”

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

He was curious about the spirit. "Who are you?" Chase asked. "I'm the Book Immortal, Sect Master Chase. Ask me anything, and I'll answer you." The elderly spirit introduced himself to Chase. "Book Immortal? You're real?" Daintybells was surprised by this.

The bark is covered in carvings, symbols and words etched into the wood. "What do they say?" Hank asks, running his hand over the markings. Alec leans in to get a closer look. "I think they're spells. Magical incantations, maybe?" Damon snorts. "Like we need more magic in our lives right now." We all laugh, but I can see the worry in their eyes. This is oddly similar to the orb we found in the cave. It's like we're getting a sneak peek at the inner workings of this dimension.