Incubs Novels & Stories

The hiss of the flame sparked a memory: the fire that had danced on Damien’s hand. It wasn’t natural, not even by supernatural standards. As I waited for the water, curiosity got the better of me. I pulled out my laptop and began typing, searching for answers about what I had witnessed. Could incubi possess such powers? The results were both fascinating and unsettling. Most sources agreed that incubi and succubi with elemental abilities were rare—rare and extraordinarily powerful. They stood apart from others of their kind, revered and feared in equal measure. Almost the same as their leader.

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch w

Beta Alfred moved to the microphone and stated, “I, Alfred Hemming, pass the title of beta to my son, Lucas Hemming.” Luke moved forward toward the mic. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept the title of beta from my father, Alfred Hemming.” They pressed their palms together in the same way that my father and I had. Once they separated, the crowd, once again, cheered. Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him.

Minerva chirped. I spotted Valentina giggling and sharing a funnel cake with Callan and started fuming inside. Is that incubus asshole flirting with my sister? Before Minerva had the chance to stop me, I strode toward them. "What's up Incubeta?" I barked out the nickname he hated so much. "I told you not to call me that, asshole!" Callan's grey eyes turn dark. "That is such a stupid nickname," he snarled. "Is it? I think it's pretty genius actually. You are half Beta wolf, half incubus and that makes you an Incubeta." I smirked.

Raven learned a lot because of that. Raven sat on the bench where Kyra was seated. They had a conversation they would meet when they were not in class. "Raven, I'm not scaring you or anything, but you need to know that incubus feeds their victims' fears and sexual desires, which amplifies their demonic power. They are hard to find and identify because these creatures love to disguise themselves. Incubus are like people that a person can like, or people that a person can attract to him, rather than risk appearing as their normal, demonic selves." Kyra said.

“Phina… he’s not doing it alone. There’s mention of another. Someone called the Shadowed Host.” Lucian’s face paled. “That’s not a name—it’s a title. It means he’s found another incubus.” The words hit her like a blow. Another of his kind. Another dreamwalker bound by blood and curse. She felt the rune on her palm pulse faintly, as if echoing the truth. Kaelen swore under his breath. “So that’s his plan. One monster to fight another.” Saraphina looked out again over the dark horizon. “No,” she said softly. “He’s not calling it to fight me. He’s calling it to bind me. The curse feeds on bonds. He’s going to use the other incubus to twist mine with Lucian.”

] Me: [Uh, yeah, what's up? Customer service: [Well, the incubus you just ordered… He does look good, but he's a little cold-tempered. Also, he's reached maturity, so his stamina… can be a bit overwhelming. If you think that might be too much, I'd suggest you cancel and let us recommend a gentler model instead.] Me: [No need. The cold and capable type is exactly what I'm looking for.] After reading that, the customer service agent sent me a message that sounded oddly like a blessing.

One innocent kiss, and his brain shorted out! [If an incubus keeps making that sound, it means one thing: Either they're sick, or they're in heat.] I tested the waters. "Honey, are you listening?" Arnold's pupils snapped tight, as if he had just woken from a dream. He straightened up in a rush and pretended to inspect the office. Then, he cleared his throat and tossed me a black card. "Take it. Buy whatever you want." "Huh?" I stared at him in confusion.