Incubus Folklore Novels & Stories

“Hearing that explains much more about why he has been on edge recently. Do you really think the stories he was told as a kid will help you?” Lindsay asked Wren. “Maybe. Folklore is commonly based on actual events or creatures that were not easily explained. If you haven’t noticed, we have had quite a few things come up without records. If Viktor can even give us an idea about some of them, then that is more than we have now,” Wren explained.

He suggested. “Of course.” I agreed. “They are ancient wolf spirits, the originators of the Incubi pack. They are reborn every few generations and were once a source of balance. But when D’Amore dicks of old started to reject Darkness, and their mates rejected Light, everything got thrown off kilter. Before my Papa was born, Bisnonna and Melania had a vision that Darkness and Light would return and burn away the old and start new.” I explained.

“According to Lucifer, demons have been disappearing from the lower rungs of the circles of hell. Most of them have the powers that the creature I killed several days ago and your…date.” Her expression blanks as she peruses the sheet. “I don’t know what most of these creatures are. What’s an incubus?” My lip quirks. “They are male lust demons. They can entice their prey and heighten sexual desire.” Her eyes snap up to mine, and all color drains from her face. “I think…I think my date…” she mutters distastefully. “…might have been an incubus. I mean, he touched me, and I felt…things.”

-You have become the only woman I think of and the only one I want, kitten. She sighs. 000 — I think we are the living example of an Incubus and his Sucubi.- I murmur against her neck. —Aren't those some kind of demons?- she whispers. —Oh yeah. Sex demons, to be exact. The Incubus is the one who responds to the masculine gender and likes to possess women during dreams in order to beget them and thus have offspring... -I explain while caressing her naked back with the tips of my fingers.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

“You’re unbelievable!” I frowned immediately. “What happened?” “What happened?” she repeated angrily. “You rejected your pregnant mate publicly then banished her right after?” My body went still. “What?” “You heard me!” I stared at her confused. “What banishment?” Mira looked at me like she wanted to hit me. “Don’t act confused now, Arnold.” I grabbed her arm immediately. “What are you talking about?” She shoved my hand away angrily. “Gamma James gathered the elders and banished Leticia under your command!”

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

Ever since incubi and succubi started marrying humans, purebloods had gotten rarer. My parents wanted me to carry on the full-bloodline and had been searching for a proper bonding partner for me. It had been three years since I awakened, and they finally found one! I packed my bags and headed for the airport. Suddenly, another wall of comments appeared in front of me: [Eva, are you seriously doing this? If you run now, you'll be on the bed with him forever!] [Poor Arnold. He was in bed this morning, happily ordering toys and incubus outfits online, completely unaware his girlfriend was about to vanish!]

I didn’t know when he’d lunge. “How did you heal me?” “Soul magic,” His lips quirked. “The demon you fought had a poisoned blade. It would have killed you had my magic not eaten the rot. As for feeding,” Hunger entered those crimson eyes again and a purr escaped him. “I am not usually corporeal. Incubi typically feed in our shadow-forms. We can cross between worlds easily that way.” The myths I had scoured on the Internet turned out to be peppered with both truth and fiction. Incubi were demon that seduced women and fed off their lifeforce. Of course, most lore was rooted in religion, so their origin is where things became a bit hazy.

“So, when Max and I are alone in our bedroom, Melissa is watching?” “Not just Melissa,” she said, anxiously. “I believe that there is an incubus occupying the house who has targeted you. And, also, a shadow person.” “You mentioned an incubus before, but I never bothered to research it. What is it?” I asked. “To be short and clear,” she said as she sipped on her coffee. “It’s a male spirit who is often called demonic. He has sex with sleeping women. His female equivalent would be a succubus.”