Incubus Demon Summoning Novels & Stories

In order for the readers to fully understand the content of the book, I cite the characters that will appear in the novel: Succubus (def.) - (Middle-Latin: succubus; from Latin: succuba - "concubine") - in demonology, succubus are demons who take the form of unearthly beautiful women, haunting men in their dreams and tempting them with sexual intercourse. Many sources say that the succubus' motivation is to drain life energy. It is also said that through sexual intercourse with men, succubus collected their sperm, which incubbus later used to impregnate women, and children thus begotten would be especially vulnerable to the influence of Satan.

Xolvion couldn't take much more and the two of them worked him so good that he could feel himself getting ready to explode. "I'm going to cum!" He shouted as he shot out his load. Covering both of the girls with his white-hot essence. Both Luna and Crystal moaned as they licked his semen, not being able to get enough of its taste. Thanks to his incubus blood that made his essence additive to the opposite sex. Xolvion smiled as he looked down at the two of them before he grabbed Luna, placing her down onto the bed and thrusting his cock into her, causing her to moan with extreme pleasure as she ran her claws down his back so hard that she cut into his flesh.

Keven stood tall near the symbol and started an incantation in a language I didn’t understand. Suddenly fire started to erupt from the symbol on the floor. The room went silent as a strong force rose from the symbol. It looked like a tall man with dark ebony-black skin and long teeth sticking out of his mouth. His nails looked sharp like razors. “Who dares to call me?” asked the creature. Keven took a step closer “Eurynomos! I called you forth as I need your powers.” The demon had a wicked smile on his face. “I will lend you my powers, but you know what must be given, don’t you?”

Lips parting, his forked tongue snaked out to flick over his strange canines. He was beautiful, and terrible, and monstrous. “What kind of demon are you?” Flashing a smile like pure sin, he said, “I am what your kind would call an Incubus, and I have decided that you are my last meal.” And then he kissed me.

"They can control you using magic and even curse you. The most dangerous are demons that can use manipulation magic. Even more so are those that attract people to them to use them as a 'feast'." This confused me back then. "Feast? What does that mean? You can't eat people!" Dad made a face and ran a hand through my hair. "Is it nasty adult stuff again?" Dad chuckled at my question. "Yes, you can say that. There's a term for those types of demons: incubus and succubus. If they can use magic then you're up against a tough foe. But if you have your mate then you won't be attracted like... a moth to light."

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The altar of the desperate and the damned. The forest of Lunaris were also useful because it was connected to the infernal lock. The demon summoning required more power than I'd used in decades. I cut deep into my palm and let the blood flow freely onto the stones. The wound hissed and steamed where it touched the rock. "Lords of the Burning Deep," I called out in the old tongue. "Masters of Claw and Fang and Endless Hunger. I call on one. I offer you a bargain." The air around me grew thick and sulfurous. The temperature dropped until my breath misted in front of my face. Something vast and terrible was listening.

"Okay, how much do you know about an incubus?" "A what?" Sophia asked. "An incubus is a demon from another world, and they feed off others' sexual energy," I explained. Sophia's eyes turned wide. "Are you saying..." "To simply put it, when Incubus get hungry, they prey upon sleeping women and have sex with them to have their fill. That's how they survive," I said. "They even suck their life force to stay young and beautiful forever." "But what does that have to do with Callan?" Sophia wondered.

) Josephine: Okay students now that you have all settled down let us start. I have placed you in groups because we will be learning demonic arts based on your colors. Even though your colors may vary . Demonic arts follow one fundamental rule. INCANTATIONS. To cast an incantation you must have the minimum required spiritual strength . In other words you must at least be able to crack a low orb. Then the specific spell depending on your colors and spiritual control to cast your spell. Some spells cannot be cast by certain demons because of the difference in your colors. That is the basis of the demonic arts.

Marcus did the same, choosing to be silent but deep inside him, he was beginning to wonder if the man has feelings for Ysabelle too. With a signal from the Earl’s hand, the conjurer moved forward and stepped up the podium. He placed the black box on top of it and then flipped a page in the old demonology book; the one that provided the spell of summoning the demon in the Human Realm. Everyone watched as the events unfolded, including Marcus who was trying to summon his own half-angelic powers. To keep the demon chained in its own dimension was his best bet in winning against their plan. He wasn’t going to let the demon suck out Ysabelle’s immortality knowing she’d die after it. He was willin