Incubus Folklore Novels & Stories

As they both turned back to their human form , completely exhausted ,marked by each other scents ,entangled forever. The purpose of night was finally fulfilled, they were marked. The child was safe .But the curse was the curse cured or there something more.. More to the destiny of theirs

"Voss said, ''Our Ancestors recorded the same thing happen to a girl they called snow. "Voss said, '' The ancestor called the symptom eternal sleep. It happens when there is a lack of spirit. "Voss said, ''How do you fix it. ''Nolan said, ''There no cure for it in the book. "Voss said,

She said, breaking me away from my thoughts. An Incubus? Demons that fed off the sexual needs and desires of others, while they slept. Often times leading the person to their deaths. I've only ever met one, and that was when I was 13, he was young and I never did learn his name, seeing as he only ever talked to me in my dreams.

By the time Lucy had dried and dressed it was 11:45, her nerves were firing hard within her, the anticipation of being with an Incubus was driving her Panther crazy with lust, Incubi are sexual creatures, they literally feed on sexual desire, everything about them has evolved to be seductive, from looks to the tone of their voice, even their pheromones are keyed to attract sexual partners, Lucy had let Valaria pick out her attire for the evening, if you can call it attire, a sheer negligee with a lace trim that cut low at the back and even lower at the front, it felt like wearing two strips of transparent fabric across her breasts, the French panties however were nice, they were comfortable

I asked, not letting go of my hold on the shaken human on my lap. "You remember that you asked me to put a word out for any gossip for those crawlers?" "Yes, any important news?" "They just kidnapped an incubus with the same description as Basilea, and you'd never guessed who's behind it." "Who?" I pushed, getting a bit impatient, after Titus, I honestly wouldn't know how the little incubus kept on attracting trouble. "Justus, the freaking elf, the harem one from King Ranulf." Gerold shook his head, he knew the elf, we were introduced when we were at King Armand's kingdom.

In height, he’s roughly the size of a four-year-old, which from what Ivan and Amelia have said and the few pictures of them as children, is par for the course with a Furlan. All this has brought us today, the day we become the Beta couple of Incubi. I’m twenty, going on twenty-one, and at last, Papa and Mama have agreed we are ready to take on the responsibility. Ivan apologized a few times because he thought it was because of him we had to wait. And that may be partially true, but twenty is the age someone is considered old enough to take over a title in Incubi unless there were some unforeseen circumstances like death. I should be over the moon and getting ready for the big night. And I am

So what stand beside us isn’t at human appearance anymore. Curse of Fallen that what we call it. When we can’t hold our own desire and be honest about it. There appear a animal part on our body. Except me and Hana. Whilst i’m got reincarnated unto this place my race is Incubus, while Hana race is Fallen Angel but at other place is called Succubus because instead of Bat wing and tail it got a Crow wing. So Elder of Hana race call themself a Fallen Angel. The most interesting is there’s no Male on their race so. It got Succubus as the other name.

he asked, fairly certain of his own lack of understanding. Blackridge smiled with amusement. "Not quite. Translation is a known occurrence wherein a man is somewhere and then he isn't. The individual who is translated is carried away as if by the wind and without natural explanation. In one instance, he is somewhere, and in the next, he is another place entirely. There are accounts of this recorded in the Kingsmen Chronicles and a handful besides." "You knew about this?" Avera asked, surprised. "Of course," Blackridge said, mildly perplexed. "It's not a secret."

The dreams were a tumultuous mix of desire and darkness, a reflection of the tangled web I found myself entangled in. The whispers of the charms and the warnings of my grandmother echoed in my mind, a constant reminder that something ominous loomed over me. I knew that I couldn't escape the journey that lay ahead, the journey into the heart of the supernatural, where the lines between desire and danger blurred, and where secrets waited to be revealed. And as I gazed at the obsidian stones of the bracelet, I couldn't help but wonder what lay in store for me, what horrors and revelations awaited in the world that existed just beyond the shadows.

I hunch over as he draws closer and he tilts his head to study me. "I won't hurt you. If anything I'll make you feel superb, wouldn't you agree?" No. He raises a brow. I quickly nod. "It is dark outside now." I whisper. "And?" "Our deal. If we are going to start over, and mend our relationship, we have to be honest." "A good start! Good girl. Now, what do you know about incubi?" "They can teleport. Feed on blood, energy, emotions. Have two forms. Can heal themselves. Apparently, there's a hierarchy or like a caste system. They can manipulate minds, and possess bodies." He grins menacingly and I panic. Did I mess up?