Incubus Folklore Novels & Stories

"I... well... let me explain. Incubus is a creature that increases his powers by sleeping with females at night without their knowledge. Their first victim must be a virgin. But after that, they can choose what type of women. They could continue with virgins or go for older women. There were some rare ones who'd go for young males of around 16-18. They do have mates, but it's very rare. Once they meet their mate, they will become vegetarian incubus, which means they would stop going about their nightly stuff. When incubus and his mate, often a succubus, copulate, they increase their power together, especially during the full moon.

Lyra stood at the edge of Nyxterra’s sprawling landscape, the ominous weight of her discovery pressing down on her like a leaden cloak. The prophecy, she now knew, revolved around something far more dangerous than she had anticipated: the Ritual of Unity. This ancient and perilous ceremony was the key to everything—the crux of the prophecy that had entangled her fate with Nyxterra and Elysium. The ritual was meant to bring about the resolution of the world’s collision, but the cost of performing it was immense.

I followed despite not knowing where we were going, holding onto the shaky hope that perhaps, just possibly, this journey would bring me to a place where I could start over. We came across a few creatures along the way, their eyes gleaming in the darkness, but Lucian guided me to hiding places before they could see us. He moved with ease, almost like a guide, describing the perils of this wild world and explaining the monsters we encountered, including ghouls, wendigos, and others whose mere names made my skin crawl. I had never seen such creatures before, and their forms and movements were more terrifying than I could have imagined.

“Phina… he’s not doing it alone. There’s mention of another. Someone called the Shadowed Host.” Lucian’s face paled. “That’s not a name—it’s a title. It means he’s found another incubus.” The words hit her like a blow. Another of his kind. Another dreamwalker bound by blood and curse. She felt the rune on her palm pulse faintly, as if echoing the truth. Kaelen swore under his breath. “So that’s his plan. One monster to fight another.” Saraphina looked out again over the dark horizon. “No,” she said softly. “He’s not calling it to fight me. He’s calling it to bind me. The curse feeds on bonds. He’s going to use the other incubus to twist mine with Lucian.”

The hiss of the flame sparked a memory: the fire that had danced on Damien’s hand. It wasn’t natural, not even by supernatural standards. As I waited for the water, curiosity got the better of me. I pulled out my laptop and began typing, searching for answers about what I had witnessed. Could incubi possess such powers? The results were both fascinating and unsettling. Most sources agreed that incubi and succubi with elemental abilities were rare—rare and extraordinarily powerful. They stood apart from others of their kind, revered and feared in equal measure. Almost the same as their leader.

It was as if her own body was answering the call of whatever was in his hand. “I am what your deepest desires summoned,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, resonant frequency that vibrated in her bones. “I am an incubus. A creature that lives in the spaces between what people want and what they are willing to admit. I feed on surrender, Lila. I feed on the moment a soul stops fighting and gives itself over to the dark.” Lila’s knees went weak. She reached out a hand to steady herself against a nearby bench, her brain struggling to process the words. “You’re… you’re not human?”

Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise. Even now, as he casually leaned against the vending machine, pretending to be just another pretty intern with slightly mystical hair, his thoughts were spiraling delightfully into mythical gossip and dangerous curiosity. The story, according to Shu—and a few gossipy thunder spirits—went like this: Nexus, the land god before his sudden disappearance, had tamed something that should not have been tamed. A primal, ancient beast. One of the original calamity spirits. A Fenrisúlfr.

“I don’t understand." Horan sighed softly. He exhaled and explained, “Well, the Folklore world exists because Master Turtle was a being that remembers the forgotten ones. He keeps them alive by remembering who they are. He travels every realm to spread stories of legends and myths to those who never heard of them. The passing of stories is the energy that keeps folklore world a world that we know now.” Delton stayed mum. The explanation was unexpected. “So, you want me to take over Master Turtle’s role now?”

he growled low in my ear, voice dark, almost dangerous. Is this really Shawn? Or have I unlocked a beast? Either way, I wasn't complaining. I obeyed instantly. He leaned over me, gathered spit in his mouth, then let it drip slowly and thickly right onto my tongue. I tasted him… salty and warm. My whole body shivered. Before I could swallow, his mouth crashed down on mine again. He kissed me, filthy… tongue pushing his spit deeper, mixing with mine, claiming me completely. I moaned into it, loud and desperate, swallowing everything he gave.

Shoving his hand away I growled, “Watch your tongue, Faro! If my heart starts beating, I will be brought back to hell to face Lucifer, and he will cast me into a fiery pit.” Rolling his eyes Faro exhaled deeply and said, “Lucifer has plenty of other incubus to feed him energy. You're not that special, Eros. You just tried to screw his daughter Rebekah on her wedding night…oh shit I guess he would still hold a grudge.” “I don't even care about that. I enjoy being here. I don't have any worries except now for Kryoz and that female that makes me feel strange,” I complained, making him shake his head at me.