Incubator Madoka Novels & Stories

What should I do? Without moving a muscle, I stand there like a fool until I hear a voice in the back of my mind, whispering, "Lucy is fighting the other demons, and your friends are struggling outside. Things aren't looking good. But you can save everyone, Raven. You're my reincarnation, and you carry my powers within you. And if you want to defeat Lilith, you know what to do—go supernova."

The sky above Duskmoor cracked open with light, neither dawn nor lightning but something older — a pulse that came from the ruins themselves. Saraphina felt it before she saw it. A tug beneath her ribs, sharp as a hook. Her knees nearly buckled as the energy rippled through the courtyard, stirring ash into the air. Around her, the rebels froze, caught between awe and terror. Lucian caught her arm. “It’s starting,” he said quietly. His eyes glimmered gold for an instant — the incubus beneath the man breaking through. “Whatever Malrec woke, it’s answering him.”

Azfarin reached there slowly stepping on the trunk and with her legs hanging on both sides she was now leaning against the tree. " I'm afraid I'll fall." She said in a low voice and looked at him in fear. “Let's just put the bed here for madam.” He thought. "Don't fall. You have a big trunk. Yes, some insects will climb. Don't panic. You have to catch them quickly and throw them down." He reduced the volume of his voice with restraint and said that she was already so nervous that water had not been found on top of her so that she would not cry. He was frightened by the crying of the girls anyway. Once they started crying, they did not stop.

Omem gestured to Liza, to lead the way and bring the group upstairs . She put her hand on Maddie's shoulder. ‘Because you dreamed more and more vividly, where the scratch you got in your nightmare appeared on your physical body, I knew. You are really ready to be initiated into all the secrets. It can no longer be hidden from you.’ She stood in front of Maddie and looked her deeply in the eye. ‘You have become clearer, you perceive more and that is partly because you no longer get herbs that close you off from your gifts.’

Will murmured, poking the corpse. “No. This is not a demon ability. It’s because of the superhuman DNA I have. Rabbits are small. It would take a lot more focus and time to kill something larger. I only take what I need.” Madison explained. She sighed. “There are two incubus trackers on their way from the east. I’m changing the subject before they come into hearing range. We can talk more in our link or on our walk tomorrow.” Everyone stiffened at the idea of trackers being nearby. None of them had even smelled them. I knew I hadn’t. That was what she was hearing and sniffing. I knew most trackers could counter our noses, but it looked like they couldn’t counter hers.

She could even slap me. I told Iris none of this would make me uncomfortable—on the contrary, it would bring me pleasure. She smirked coldly. "Yeah right. As if I'd believe you. You masochistic incubus—you're rotten to the core." … I was so proud of Iris. The suppressant she developed liberated countless incubi. Once our daughter was a little older, Iris started developing a new product. The key ingredient had to be extracted from an emotionally aroused top-tier incubus.

Madelaine Everyone knew the story of the Mad Doctor. At least, I heard it from my mom. He was adopted by a wealthy couple who tried but couldn’t have kids, both surgeons, when he was four years old. People said he was a weird little kid, but the surgeons were private about their lives. When he was eleven, Ben killed both his parents and was arrested. To this day, no one knew why, because he went mute the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. His uncle, Mark Cavanagh—a rumored psychopath and Mafia Don—pled insanity for him. Instead of jail, Ben went to rehab.

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

"You are in the sanctuary of the Black Healers. We've been waiting for you." My voice was laced with apprehension as I spoke, "Who are you? What is this place? What am I doing here?" The woman extended her hands towards me and held my shoulders down. "I am Azara, the High Healer of this order," she replied. "We are a group of healers dedicated to preserving the balance between supernatural beings. You have been brought here because we believe you have a crucial role to play in the unfolding events." My mind was very clouded at that moment. I still couldn't make sense of what was happening. My whole body raked in pain and I felt like a weight was holding my chest down - or was it just the mag

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.