Incubs Novels & Stories

The girl shrank back, but her face was plastered ahead. She squinted, trying to read the name on the neon sign above their heads. Dom Krovi. It was a joint she recognized, infamous for taking young girls off the road then tag and ship them to some foreign country or keep them for use, neither was better. Dom Krovi was owned by a Russian mob, and they weren't people to mess with. A man's back appeared, blocking Hannah's petrified face.

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"Waiting online — does ANYONE know a way to make someone's heart soften instantly without exposing my identity?" "Or any method to make her accept what I am would work too. [crying emoji]" I stared at the word "incubus" on the screen, then re-read OP's pathetically humble tone, and snorted. The lengths people went to for clout these days. The comments section was even better. "You're a MALE incubus? Didn't that species go extinct ages ago because they couldn't control their urges? I thought only female ones were left." "Actually, male incubi are rare but they do exist. And the ones who survived are devoted to a fault — once they choose a mate, they're more loyal than a golden retriever."

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

Hadrian stopped beside a hollow tree with a hole in the middle and a raccoon came out. ‘There is our culprit.’ Hadrian said as the raccoon scurried back to the den, and they heard the familiar clang of the silverware inside. ‘The culprit is a raccoon?’ Albert asked dumbfounded and Hadrian was peeking inside and got a silver fork from the hole.

the incubus behind Abednego murmured to the other, clearly excited at the idea. Of course, Incubuses enjoy crunching the bones of their victims; it must be a real treat for a race fawned over with just a whiff of their scent, Abednego groaned. Glancing backwards at the one that held him from behind he cringed. Gone were the rough hands that had pinned him down so hard, and in their wake the silver-haired incubus' hands tightened roughly around his form digging into his flesh with no regard. Abednego senses, now immune to the being's glamour, were bombarded by the eagerness the two had to ravish his body. He could feel their readiness to violently tare his body in the most excruciatingly pain

Myra knew all about sex and consent, when you are of the ubis race, there is one thing you have to be careful of and it was consent. The three incubus in front of her were going against that rule and she was watching, just one more marker remain for them to cross and then they were hers to punish and deal with.

A book is open as a triggering start where HE glances quick and cunningly smiles, starting with the words and the introduction. “DEATH REINCARNATE.” Titled, or perhaps just a random word that pops from HIS mind. The listener draws a sinister smile as it hides the very lust eyes its gazes towards the book it’s reading and started. Still playing as the ambiance set the mood. HE continues.

, 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".

I had unlocked a memory that I tried so hard to bury within the chambers of my mind. So I reached for the bottle of cheap vodka that I hid behind the swings as I contemplated whether or not to drink -if it would make me more of the monster my father turned into. "No, please don't drink" He said as he walked out, with the laptop in his hands. "Please, don't drink. I love you and our baby and there's no way to prove it except-" "Albert Smith. Duluth" He said as he typed something into the laptop. The tapping of the keys rang repeatedly in my head as I stared back at the bottle that I held in my hands.