Incubus Folklore Romane & Geschichten

I subconsciously touched my lips, where I can still feel his tender kisses coming from his soft lips. Who was he? And where did he get the audacity to kiss me? Why did I allow him to do that? And the heck, why did I kiss him back? I grumbled to myself, dumbfounded. Was he my soulmate? Or an incubus perhaps? I have read from paranormal books somewhere that incubus were demons disguised as men. They were meant to seduce women, most especially in their sleep, and even kiss or have sex with them. And once you permitted them, they now own you and will soon take you to their dark kingdom of hell.

"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.

I had heard rumors about a possible cure that hunters were using to convert vampires, but I had never seen it in person. I was at the party looking for information on my daughter, I had always wanted to connect with her, but her mother forbade me from meeting her. I figured enough time had passed that she was old enough to see me. I never told her mother what I was, we were just a quick fling at a bar, but I kept tabs on her and Julia for a little while. A few years back, I lost track of Julia, and I hadn’t been able to find her since. She was my only child. It’s exceedingly difficult for an incubus to get a human pregnant. My attention was drawn back next to the woman laying in my bed when

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.”

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.

I can only control myself and my issues, so I need to know what’s happening with me. “Well, he’ll make his decision on Saturday. I’m not here to talk about him; I want to learn about the Incubus.” “Ahhh, that... what do you want to know?” “Why me? I know they are dream demons who have sex and impregnate women in their sleep, but why me” I ask, truly confused. “Is it because I’m a virgin thing? I can’t be the only virgin in town?” “I’m pretty sure you’re… Ouch.” Iris screams, reacting to my punch.

Like I was shopping for bedtime stories instead of trying to decide whether my life had cracked open into impossibility. “Thank you,” I murmured. The folklore section was tucked into a quiet corner near a window that looked out toward the forest. Of course it did. The books there were a strange little army: weathered hardcovers, thin local history pamphlets, glossy paperbacks with titles involving moons and curses and women who looked poorly dressed for weather. I started with the serious looking ones. Northern Appalachian Folk Beliefs, Predator Myths of the American East, Silver, Salt, and Blood: Ritual Materials in Regional Lore. I pulled them down one by one, making a stack against my che

The incubus wasn’t fazed, but the other two we affected. “Was that really necessary?” Gunderson sneered. “It’s traditional. Our demon selves are very intimate. We only wear them in our home, with our family, and while mating. Because we represent desire, everything we do is linked to it. Including kidnapping as a marriage proposal. Remaining modest in front of humans is difficult to measure on one’s own. We assist each other.” I smirked. Gunderson looked to the incubus who nodded. He just got more and more angry with everything we did and every new thing he learned. I loved it. Maybe I hadn’t quite let it go yet….