Incubus Demon Summoning Novels & Stories

Lucy answered, eyes on the ceiling. "I don't get." Maris blinked rapidly at Lucy, feeling dirtier than a gutter. "A demon feeds by having sex with me?" "Yeah, like Incubus. But this one isn't an Incubus, it's what the devil needs to complete his ritual to rule the Earth and Hades." "So it's the devil's entity that everyone has been haunting me for?" Maris questioned and Lucy nodded. Abruptly, the door creaked open and Maris jerked, crawling away from the bars and stopped just beside Lucy.

I changed the topic, “Millions, sex demons are categorized into, incubi and succubi, wrath demons, deception demons, demons of dispute... So many of them,” he whispered. “Ok, well I hope I can be a better leader then Eve II, I'll try but...we should get some rest, we are going to need it for later,” I chuckled “Ok, good night Lil,” he uttered. “Good night Damon,” I mumbled.

“He took them there for the ritual. With the powers of your friends, he will summon all supernatural beings into their true forms. This place will be crawling with free beasts. He has all the required materials for the ritual: a vampire, a wolf, an undead, and a witch from the first order!” he exclaimed, urgency in his voice. “A wolf?” My eyes widened as I realized why Evan was taken. “Why are you helping me?” I whispered, doubt lacing my words. “I’m not helping you. I’m helping myself. I just got freed; I don’t want to be imprisoned again!” he grumbled, his eyes fixated on the lights below.

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.

"Blood magic used to call something. Something powerful and dangerous." "Call what?" Hope asks, though she's afraid she already knows the answer. Dante meets her eyes, and she sees genuine fear there. "The kind of thing that required the blood of dozens of wolves to summon. The kind of thing that was locked away centuries ago for good reason." "What kind of thing?" Sera presses. "A demon," Dante says simply. "Someone is trying to summon a demon. And they're using your Gathering as the sacrifice." Hope stares at the body, at the symbol, at the blood-soaked ground. She thinks about seventeen alphas arriving tomorrow. Two hundred wolves are gathering for a celebration. And a mating ceremony tha

Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”

I asked him, and he glanced at me while nibbling on a chicken wing. "Hmmm... Yes, I've read a book about that," he answered, and I slumped, letting out a sigh. "What is it? What is an incubus?" I asked, and he wiped his mouth before taking a sip. "They are a type of demon that thrives on sex. Meaning they need to have sex with mortals to sustain themselves. Let's say sex is their food," he explained, and my brow furrowed. "Literal sex?" I asked, and he shook his head.

The last time our warlocks came here you insisted there was nothing going on between you and this demon…now you are saying you have the intention of completing a bonding ritual with her? “That’s correct.” Ruben’s tone was like ice. “So this is why the summoning of her Master?” Idamus raised an eyebrow at Ruben as he stroked his beard. “Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.”

I take a step back, just as the door to the room opens, revealing a triumphant looking Atari. “That won’t be happening,” she muses, crossing her arms over her chest. I step back until my back is pressed against the wall, knowing I stand no chance against a Demon. “Atari…” “I’m afraid, little spirit, that you will not be helping Aspen today,” Atari says, smiling bitterly at her. She freezes, stunned. “Oh…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“ Atari clasps her hands together, looking at her. “My spell is almost completed. All I need is the blood from your veins, and it will be ready.”

Forgotten by all but me. And there, in the dark, I did the one thing I swore never to do. I summoned a demon. I knew the words. I had studied them once in secret, back when I was still naive enough to think knowledge alone was harmless. I carved the circle with chalk, then blood, then bone—just as the old book instructed. When the final syllable left my lips, the air rippled. The temperature dropped. And the wind died. Then he appeared. Not with fire. Not with thunder. But with a sound like pages turning.