Madoka Magica Incubator Novels & Stories

My eyes focused on Olivia; she was still admiring the portal, analyzing the symbols that turned from one side to the other. All this was new to her; like a human without knowledge about magic, she had no idea that this was dark or infernal magic. The portals created by Inccubus and Succubus were made for teleportation to harvest people’s life energy, so they could come and go from hell without bothering anyone and hide from the hunters and many others who hunted them.

I asked, looking at the young Gamma heir. She nodded, gripping Stephen’s hand tightly. “Then let’s go.” I sighed, leading the way to the patrol office. Of course, everyone was busy, and for a moment, I thought no one was going to stop us until I hit the elevator button. “Where do you think you’re going? And with a Madonie?” One of the Incubi officers questioned, stepping in my way. “We are going downstairs to identify those afflicted by the magic and reverse it with a potion the Crone provided my mate, Alpha André. And show some respect to this she-wolf. She is the Gamma heir of Madonie and mated to my packmate.” I growled.

"I can open it." Before I could stop him, he pressed his face to the scanner. The mechanism beeped green. ✵ The door hissed open to reveal a nightmare. Rows upon rows of incubation pods stretched into the gloom, each containing a child suspended in amber fluid. But these weren't like the Alpine subjects—their brands glowed gold, not red. And floating at the chamber's center... A girl no older than Lina, her dark hair drifting around a face that mirrored mine at that age. The pod's label read:

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

" She spun about and stepped into the inner sanctum—a forbidden room under the spire, inscribed with ancient symbols and locked with bone. She rested her hand on the iron gate. The door shrieked open. Within: lines of glass tanks. Hanging from each—broken Lunas. Bodies stored in magical stasis. Some incinerated. Some cryogenized. All gagged. Perfera stared at the final tank—the mirror duplicate of Krishna, made years prior, abandoned when it started to decay under the burden of actual recollections. It blinked. "You're still aware," Perfera breathed. She leaned her brow on the glass. "You torment me to this day." Her fist struck the tank.

The school went into lockdown—no one in or out until the investigation was complete. That night, Mrs. Harriet's summons came. "We have a situation," she said when I met her in Sterling's office. "An anomaly has appeared on the premises. Class D, possibly higher. It's an Incubus—an anomaly of desire." "What does it do?" "Exactly what you'd expect. It feeds on lust and obsession, making everyone around it become infatuated. If left unchecked, it will eventually impregnate someone, and that pregnancy will spawn more anomalies." She slid a file across the desk. "You need to find it and eliminate it before that happens."

His fingers were crossed as he waited for her reply. "Affirmative, Maru. Transforming 1,000 world energy for 1 Food Fabricator. 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete Congratulations, Maru. You now have 1 Food Fabricator available in your inventory. Transforming 1,000 world energy for 1 Medicine Fabricator. 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete Congratulations, Maru. You now have 1 Medicine Fabricator available in your inventory. You only have 573 world energy available for use." Madame Ais reported to Maru.

Glastic, a substance created right before WWIII, was a product that contained the strength of plastic with the clarity of glass, and it was Rain’s understanding that there was nothing known to womankind that could shatter it. Mother Swan continued to go over the different parts of the incubator, including the thermostat and the warming and heating components, where the life cord was inserted, how it hooked up to the nourishment system, which they also had on their tables, and a few other mechanical pieces Rain wasn’t aware of before. While she had seen an incubator at some point in her life, since she’d been nourished in one before she was deemed worthy of life and taken to the nursery facil

Muna projected, her voice a melodic, childish chime in the pack link. I knelt beside her, and my clinical instincts immediately spiked. Buried in the mud were three "Celestial Seeds." They were not made of organic wood or stone; they were translucent, pulsing orbs of liquid quartz that hummed with a sixty beat rhythm so precise it felt like the heartbeat of Elara herself. They were "Biological Archives," sophisticated storage vessels that utilized resonance rather than data to preserve information.

She could even slap me. I told Iris none of this would make me uncomfortable—on the contrary, it would bring me pleasure. She smirked coldly. "Yeah right. As if I'd believe you. You masochistic incubus—you're rotten to the core." … I was so proud of Iris. The suppressant she developed liberated countless incubi. Once our daughter was a little older, Iris started developing a new product. The key ingredient had to be extracted from an emotionally aroused top-tier incubus.