Incubus 40k Novels & Stories

“You don’t know what an Incubus is?” She shook her head. Miranda opened her mouth to voice her disbelief but she remembered what Moore had warned everyone. “Incubus or Succubus for females, is a creature that is exceptionally gifted in beauty. The old tales said that they lure people with their beauty and voice then they eat the hearts of those that fall into their trap. Some versions said they feed off energy like lust, love or just the very essence of a person’s life. Or have sex to spawn evil offspring.” She paused at Estelle’s horrified expression.

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.

Never mourn. And he turned and ran again, with the clack of his boots echoing in the barren halls of the fortress as he went. By this time, he knew that the Inquisitor would be on the observation deck assisting Zahaynei, Almauni, and Iphor in directing the battle. It was their hope that a well coordinated attack between the magicians, the army, and the Intelligence Corps would be enough to break the rebel lines and overwhelm their forces, but Kelvin knew, also, that Lord Kallida had something special in mind for the treasonous Lord Blackridge. ***

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.

And when he gave it to them… He gave it perfectly. Too perfectly. Because Incubus did not feed on bodies. He fed on surrender. On the moment a human gave in—completely, willingly, beautifully. And when he was done… There was nothing left worth saving. Even Hell watched him carefully. Because Incubus did not destroy loudly. He erased quietly. --- Velkris. Wrath incarnate. If Incubus was silence… Velkris was impact. There was no misunderstanding his presence. No illusion. No deception.

Because of this, the Enforcers had set rules: any beast-human who awakened an incubus bloodline had to sign a master–servant contract with a human or an ordinary beast-human within six months of awakening. Otherwise, once discovered by the Enforcers, they would be taken back to a research institute. There, they would undergo an "incubus bloodline purification" program. Bloodline purification was an extremely painful process. Many succubi couldn't endure it and died during the procedure. Once the contract was signed, the incubus could no longer charm anyone except their master. They had to remain eternally loyal to their master. Reading this, my heart began to itch. My mind automatically fill

“It’s still my child.” I looked at Lucas, who had been silent this whole time. He was just watching me. His gray eyes held no judgment, only curiosity. “Is there a way to purify it?” I asked. The healer was silent for a long time. I thought he was going to refuse. “Yes,” he finally conceded, his voice heavy. “But the process will likely kill you.” “Tell me.” “The Moon Goddess’s Sacred Pool,” the healer said, each word heavy. “We can use the pool’s source energy to cleanse your body, to forcibly strip away the black magic. But the process…”

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

" He may be immortal but right now his powers are unstable and his memories are gone so right now he's very killable and of he dies now he'll just -" "reincarnate to a new body which will make him weaker than he already is though temporarily but he'll be much harder to find more importantly there's a fail safe he made for himself in case he gets threatened by supernaturals we don't know what he is but with the kind of God he is it's better safe than sorry" Darka cuts her off "ah I see so let's stop talking and get moving then" he gets up and spreads his wings . meanwhile their so called god was .

Leon look at the camera in front of him. "But now that I already know everything, Baby, you didn't lost the bet, you never lost. The bet effectively is only for five years. And the day you started missing is not included to the set date. The bet date started the next day after you leave the campus. I announced the date of being in a relationship exactly the date you started missing. And that is after the five years bet. So Owen Cruz.. We won the bet baby.. I love you."