Madoka Magica Incubator Novels & Stories

CUT TO: MORROW – VAULT-LEVEL CORRIDOR TIME: 12:57 a.m. She moved like a shadow, barefoot across polished marble. Hair brushed. Mask gone. Belly flat. But she paused at the door labeled: Incubation Wing. Inside? A cryo-chamber. Monitored. Labeled. > SUBJECT: 2B – GENOMIC VARIANT: SOLENE II GESTATION COMPLETE: 12 WEEKS STATUS: VIABLE Morrow placed her hand on the glass. And whispered, “I’ll be the mother she never gets to be.”

I growled, each word sounding more animalistic than the last and my eyes darkened, the blood rage overtaking my senses. “My lady!” a terrified voice squeaked from somewhere outside the torment I was in. I had a grip on a guard, choking him till he turned blue. He seemed to have a feminine voice, something quite unusual for a full-grown male. “My lady, please let me go,” he begged, and zeroing in on his face, it morphed into a head full of brown ordinary curls and dull brown eyes. His hairy body transformed too, smooth hands grabbing at my fist helplessly. Soon, the guard became my maid, Kaira and she was on the brink of transcending to the great beyond. Perplexed by the change, I chucked her

She feels that the children inside of me are extremely strong and that they will consume me, and that it is most likely they are incubus. Dracono steps in and with a smile on his face, says that that is the case, he knows exactly how to help me. "-I will take care of you my love and you will not feel pain anymore, I promise you. Dracono tells me while holding my hand. -How, what is the cure? Maleficent asks Dracono. -It is a secret ritual of an incubus, I am sorry but the only person I can disclose it to is Andrea." Dragon replies to Maleficent.

"Circe can't maintain the link much longer. If we don't accelerate training, Lucia's going to start having uncontrolled surges again." Sarah and Marcus looked at each other, some silent conversation passing between them. "There might be one option," Marcus said finally. "It's experimental. We've only tried it twice before. But it worked both times." "What is it?" "We create an external battery. A magical object that stores excess energy. Lucia would be connected to it, and whenever her power builds up too much, it automatically flows into the battery instead of building up inside her." Sarah pulled out her phone, showing me a picture. "It looks like a necklace. She'd wear it all the time. An

But lucky for them, everyone remained silent, albeit annoyed at her presence. "We can't wait for the scouts to come back just to tell us that Damion has moved on," Selene said, looking at me earnestly. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "What do you suggest we do then?" I asked inquisitively. She gave me a coy smile. "A little bit of magic." Shortly after, Selene had gathered in front of her some things she would need to do her magic. We all watched with curiosity as she placed the items on my desk. There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones.

It suited the quality of light the chamber gave off when the bioluminescent markers in her cellular structure activated, which happened every eighteen hours with a regularity that suggested the hybrid biology was not random but organized, following a developmental logic that his existing frameworks didn't fully account for. She was six weeks along in magical incubation. A human embryo at six weeks was barely formed. Lucia at six weeks had already shown three separate biological markers that his instruments had no prior classification for. He turned from the chamber and went to his desk. The problem was containment. Magical incubation could sustain her to approximately twelve weeks, which his

“Tell me what I have to do.” Another Reaper moved beside him, this one smaller, almost delicate. Her voice was quieter, but no less commanding. “He’s here at the Fold because he was unworthy of the title as an Incubus. He failed in a realm where dreams bend reality, and mortals lose themselves.” “To earn his release,” she continued, “you have to fulfill your desire that he failed to achieve as an Incubus. Satisfy your desire.” I swallowed hard. “My desire?” I don’t even know what my desire is up until now. Damien and I almost did everything.

He pressed his forehead against her bruised knuckles, weeping openly in the silent room. "Forgive me, little bird," Marcus sobbed, his voice ragged and broken. "I built the ice. I starved our child. Look at what my blindness has done to you." He did not let his despair paralyze him. Remembering Dr. Craig's warning, Marcus drew a deep breath and unlocked the absolute deepest chambers of his inner wolf. He opened his core completely, releasing a thick, wave of protective heat that flooded the entire master suite. It was a golden, volcanic frequency that smelled of ancient cedarwood and burning hearths. He focused the entirety of that roaring energy directly onto her lower stomach, guiding his

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

"That's not telekinesis. That's something else." The kitchen was quiet. "What else?" Jasmina asked. "Pattern recognition and replication through magical output." Sable paused. "She learned. In real time. From observation." She closed the notebook. "That's not an infant magic manifestation. That's a cognitive magical process that typically takes years to develop in trained practitioners." Damoew looked at the ceiling briefly. Then back down. "She's ten weeks old," he said again. "I know," Sable said. Not dismissively. Genuinely. "I know."