Incubus Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that someone else in this building was like Ryoushin. “We’re not the same. She’s the daughter of an incubus.” “Incubus? What’s that?” He sighed. “An incubus is a demon that visits a human woman in her sleep... you know, those wet dreams. Sometimes they get pregnant.” My skin crawled. For real? I got goosebumps just thinking about it. “So… Elyse is one of those?” I bit my lip. Creepy but kinda fascinating. “Does that only happen to women?”

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

A hard task, seeing how wet she was. “Hmmf,” “You say?” “N-nothing.” “I want you to beg, Jazmine. Beg me to fuck you.” “I will not,” said the mule-headed girl “There's still time yet.” He slid into her, just that once, and pulled slowly back out. “Gabe. Gabe,” “You know the magic word, baby. Say it.” She knew she couldn't stand it anymore so she exploded, “Please, please, please, goddammit!”

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.

Ever since incubi and succubi started marrying humans, purebloods had gotten rarer. My parents wanted me to carry on the full-bloodline and had been searching for a proper bonding partner for me. It had been three years since I awakened, and they finally found one! I packed my bags and headed for the airport. Suddenly, another wall of comments appeared in front of me: [Eva, are you seriously doing this? If you run now, you'll be on the bed with him forever!] [Poor Arnold. He was in bed this morning, happily ordering toys and incubus outfits online, completely unaware his girlfriend was about to vanish!]

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.

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.

We sit together on the dusty dungeon floor. “Tell me your story. How did you become one of Hades’ possessed students? Everything you learned while working with her. Anything I don’t know. I need information to take her down.” She nods. “Alright. I’ll tell you everything.” She hesitates. “Some of us were bred into her rebellion. Promises of money. Promises of things she could never give us. Some were promised freedom, treatment, healing for our people dying from the plague. Others, like the incubus… sexual pleasure. Gratification. A harem. More mates.”

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