Incubus Monster Novels & Stories

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over

The incubus’s voice purred directly against her mind, closer than ever, as intimate as a lover’s breath on her neck. *“Look at you, little weaver. So greedy. So fucking wet for a monster you’ve never even seen. How many times have you come tonight just hoping I’d push a little harder?”* Elara sobbed, shaking her head even as her fingers sped up, curling viciously against her g-spot. “No no, I didn’t, I’m not….” *Liar.*

He never was. A millennial Incubus who feeds on female ecstasy, he has hunted at “Lilith’s Kiss” for decades, choosing his victims with the precision of a predator bored by eternity. When his eyes meet Eve dancing under the crimson light of the stage, Mortyss feels something he had not experienced in centuries: true hunger. What begins as just another hunt turns into a double trap.

"An incoming shipment addressed directly to my unit? Identify the cargo parameters." "A raw pigeon-blood ruby necklace, mounted on reinforced black iron links," Lucien replied, his vocal register dropping into a dangerous, gravelly vibration as his inner wolf flared with a sudden spike of toxic territory enforcement. "The accompanying parchment designated the asset as a delayed commemoration for your recent shedding cycle." My breathing hitched against my rib plates. "A shedding tribute?" I calculated the planetary alignment inside my processors; my true birth watch had indeed passed three suns ago, but the brutal mobilization schedule for the Black Moon Reunion Gala had completely wiped the

The day that would have marked the beginning of a lifetime for us. Closing my eyes, I heaved a long exhale and propped my head against the headboard. Even though the curtained darkness of closed lids, it was her face was floated in—over and over again. It was the first time I realized that I might wear the skin of a monster, but my heart was still human. And I belonged to her. The pain that hit me came in waves. It clawed under my skin, infused with the blood in my veins, and drilled into the marrow of my bones until the ache made me hollow inside out.

Malicious, precise, calculating. Lucian was already moving, eyes narrowed, hands glowing with controlled energy. One I didn’t know he had But the shadows, my mark, and that presence all reacted before anyone could act. Then the voice came. A whisper, low, ancient, and terrible, the same one I heard when no one noticed: “Aerisyr flameborn. Daughter of Elisyr Shadow – born and Altiris Flameborn.” It slithered through the hallway, through the walls, directly into my mind. My chest burned so violently I dropped to my knees, clutching it as if I could hold the fire in place.

Not literally—but the presence that emerged had a way of commanding space, as though even nature itself gave it room to pass. A tall figure stepped forward, barefoot and silent, gliding over the forest floor like he weighed nothing at all. The sunlight caught on his skin, impossibly smooth and pale, like carved marble dusted with gold. His eyes were molten, glinting like honey with a heat that didn’t warm, only warned. An Incubus. “Relax,” the Incubus said, his voice rich and smooth, like warm smoke curling through a closed room. “If I wanted to hurt you, you’d already be dreaming. But even if I want to, I can’t physically, as my body is not entirely here.”

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.