Incubus Demonio Novels & Stories

I tried to lighten my mood with a joke. “Yeah, something like that.” Hana chuckled. “So Isak is an angel, and Harris and some of the guys at DKE are nephilim. Aidan is a demon, an incubus demon, to be exact. There are three kinds of demons...” Hana started to explain. “Wait. Incubus? Like the masculine succubus? McFingers is a sex demon?” I asked.

Desmond extorted. “He is one of us. He is a demon. A spirit more foul than us,” demonic voices began chanting. I felt trapped. Both explanations were convincing. Madame Long lacked morals and wouldn’t hesitate to lie for her benefit. However, how was Desmond so powerful as an incubus, and why did he bring demons to fight alongside him? Only one of them was speaking the truth. Time was running out. I needed to think and act fast.

He howls in pain like the pathetic loser he is. I mindlink my warriors to get a dungeon cell ready along with some devilsbane injections. I shuddered at that, I injected myself once to see what it felt like and I was down for the count for 3 days. Incubi are the lowest on the demon chain, so he'll be worse off. Cocky little fuckers they are though, they're still generally stronger than a single werewolf but if they came across more than 2 of them, they're toast. Burnt toast.

In the middle of the night, a fiery chariot came to a stop in the firmament, on the chariot stood a Celestia beauty, his long white hair was adorned with a majestic golden crown carved into the shape of of the sun, the white dress he wore danced to the tune of the night wind, it shone in the dark night as his body radiates the sun. Zeus cast his glowing eyes on his three sons whose appearance screams the aftermath of war, muscular bodies scathe with bad slashes , batters and bruises of all shapes, the eyes of this three young men were the color of blood tinted with stubbornness and anger will a strong hatred carefully sandwiched between them. Their surroundings were marred by the aftermath o

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

“Speak plainly.” The guard’s throat bobbed. “In the catacombs beneath the chamber lies a thing bound in chains of ash and salt. A demon, called and trapped by the council’s forebears to guard their power. Malrec would break those chains, unleash it as spectacle. He means it to devour you before the eyes of the city, so none will ever dare raise voice again.” The words struck like cold iron. Mirielle’s face paled. “The Ashbound… That’s not myth?”

I really appreciate Mom for doing this. I opened my laptop and search many types of demons. I am becoming more desperate each day on finding out the mystery behind Dark Hades. Is there a chance that among all the demons he was different? Now I understand why he only comes out when there’s an incident or accident is happening because he is a demon. He lives in trouble and sins but he was once an angel. Would it be possible for him to go back being an angel? This is making me crazy! All the information I found out are all on the bible that mom were saying about. When I feel okay and fine I went back to work. Mom was still here and I know she won’t be bored because she always visits her friend’

POV: Eriol I can compare myself as a drug addict right now taking hero*in or mari*juana or whatever human illegal drug in large quantities. I am on a high. Definitely on a high. You might be wondering what a demon feels like when it - when we - have an orgasm. Well, I have only word to describe everything, and that would be: PSYCHEDELIC. Yes. That's exactly the right word.

"Centuries of living in hell will do that to a person, Win. I didn't grow up in your sheltered Heaven or even on this plane of existence. Hell is where I was reared." "You . . . you never act this way with me," Win whispered, looking away. The young man's shoulders had sagged down and his eyes carried a sorrow that Adom hadn't seen since that first night when he'd confessed his intentions to die in battle. Adom hated that look on the Angel face—hated himself for putting it there. "And you're an expert, now?" he asked harshly. "After sleeping with me for a few months? I am a Demon ! The son of Lucifer! I'm not some soft mewling mortal boy for you to grow old with!"