Incubus Mythology Novels & Stories

I began. That instantly captured their attention. Even Jiya looked at me curiously. "The four realms?" Abi asked. I nodded. "I’m not sure where I learned it, but maybe from books or someone told me," I said. They waited eagerly for me to continue. "These four realms honor the Moon Goddess. They are the Lycan Realm, the Vampire Realm, the Elf Realm, and the Siren Realm," I explained. The three of them listened intently. "The Moon Goddess resides in her Moonlight Sanctuary in the Celestial Realm," I added.

However, there was no mention of getting sucked into a white void deprived of everything and anything that could be associated with the physical world. Stricken pale with apprehension, the other she-wolves made no comment. They continued to stare out the window at the swirls of white and silver radiance that seemed to have no end or beginning in grave silence. Yusria, on the other hand, found the entire experience novel and exhilarating. The existence of such a mythical mode of transportation meant the Crescent Empire was home to more than werewolves. Witches, fairies, faes, elves, dwarves, pixies, shifters, and goblins, creatures of magic and mystery, were likely permanent residents and imp

I mumbled. He turned around and looked at her legs, touching them. Xavier did his best to control himself. "She was bit by a forsaken," Lucas announces, pointing to a mark on her thigh. I look at it and it was indeed a forsaken bite. Their bites are extremely venomous and can kill even adult wolves in a matter of minutes, even alphas. You can tell the difference between the bites in human form because the skin started to decay. My heart drops. Forsaken wounds were impossible to cure, even if you were an alpha or alpha heir. Only the Moon Goddess herself could save you if you had been bitten or scratched deep enough. "She probably won't last any longer than a few hours. Who is she?"

But she wasn’t prepared for how difficult it would be to find the child, no matter where she searched she could not find her. “If you did why is Robos after your life?” she could not tell her yet that she knew where Cleopoda was for fear that Helena would send mercenaries to kill the child. Helena scoffed. “Termla, you and I both know that Robos is paranoid, he fears that every god would birth a child that would kill him. Have you asked yourself why every goddess in the pantheon has not had a child in the past hundred years?” a shuffle beside the door caught her attention. She looked and found Robos’ son, another of his child from one of his concubines. “Have you come to gloat, Nukis?”

Lucy’s POV- Is he trippin’? His voice is firm, but his eyes are soft. It’s an enchanting gaze like a spell was casted on me and just couldn’t say no. Ok fine, I get it. Better near than in the same room. Oh please Lucy, it’s all over your nerves. It’s almost obvious that it is screaming Conner’s name. Are you certain you wouldn’t go knocking on Conner’s door tonight to be in his arms, tough momma? The argument of my alter ego is just as annoying as ever. But I swear the endearment in his eyes are awfully tempting. Still, looks like I simply don’t have any choice, but to give in to Conner’s request. I crossed my arms across my chest, “You just don’t give me any choice, do you? This is all yo

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

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

Raven learned a lot because of that. Raven sat on the bench where Kyra was seated. They had a conversation they would meet when they were not in class. "Raven, I'm not scaring you or anything, but you need to know that incubus feeds their victims' fears and sexual desires, which amplifies their demonic power. They are hard to find and identify because these creatures love to disguise themselves. Incubus are like people that a person can like, or people that a person can attract to him, rather than risk appearing as their normal, demonic selves." Kyra said.

I gasped, looking at the black script inked above the illumination: “INCUBUS: A Fowl Daemon that preys on Mortal wymen. Through sexual congress, it feeds off Mortal souls.” My eyes grew wide as saucers. “Incubus?” I said, the strange word rolling off my tongue. Wasn't that a band? Disgust roiled in my stomach. My finger traced the text, searching. “CONTRACT WYTH INCUBI: Should a Mortal woman desyre sexual power over men, she may bind herself to an Incubus. This, however, is duly advysed against, being altogether foolysh. A Mark is placed upon her, and the Incubus partially feeds off the sexual enyrgies derived from congress. But that is not the onlie thing he feeds off of. The Mort

] 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.