Succubus Eyes Novels & Stories

He showered and went straight to work. Before leaving, he hooked a finger around the back of my neck and said through gritted teeth, "Don't you dare run tonight." The moment I heard the door close, I climbed out of bed. My legs weren't weak anymore. My stomach wasn't growling, and my little tail had recharged. Satisfied, I licked my lips as a message from my mother in Seranland popped up. She said she had found a match. Ever since incubi and succubi started marrying humans, purebloods had gotten rarer.

Her hunger was sharper, but so was her sense of power. She stopped before the mirror in the main parlor. Gilt frame, tall enough to show her entire body. The girl who stared back wasn’t the virgin who had walked in weeks ago. Her skin glowed faintly, flushed even in the dim light, her lips stained as if with wine. Her pupils looked too wide, the black swallowing color. Succubus. The word no longer filled her with fear.

But it was his eyes that had Rebecca’s hand locked firmly onto the hilt of her dagger. Lucian’s silver irises had bled into a blinding, solid white light, completely devoid of pupils, radiating a profound, cosmic power that illuminated the dark corners of the bedroom. He was staring straight ahead into nothingness, his breathing shallow and rhythmic, his entire anatomy acting as a living lightning rod for a psychic current that was vibrating through the stone floorboards.

Uncle Lenard answered instead, “You should’ve seen her markings. They looked like they were moving as she held onto her hand. It was almost like a succubus.” “A succubus?” My brow perked up in question, “What is a succubus?” He shrugged, “I read it on one of my books. It’s like a spawn of the sort, something that sucks the vitality of a mortal. Only, I don’t think she was sucking out your vitality dear nephew. I think she was taking away your pain and giving it to herself.” I gasped, I took a step back, “That makes no sense. She—

Lucifer I look down at my mate’s crumpled form as she struggles with madness. She’s covered in demon blood, and her eyes are glowing like the sun. But there is no lucidity in that light. Despair, as I’ve never felt, fills me when she repeats the same phrase over and over again and claws at her delicate skin. “Lana, look at me…” I kneel down and gaze into her maddened eyes. “…please, look at me…” Lana is too far gone as blood pours from her lips, and she begins to gag. Seeing that she might die if I do not do anything, I place my hand over her head and make her insentient.

Her mouth was sealed on seeing and perceiving the dangerous vibes that were oozing from Lucas' body and his mind. Skyla gasped in surprise in her mind and her eyes went wide as she scanned the infamously dangerous Lycan Lucas that left her thunderstruck. "F*ck! Just like the world had been saying, he has this dangerous aura. His eyes are an exceptional feature and when they illuminate, they look like rubies shining in the mines but these same eyes look scary and intimidating when he is angry which he is most of the times. The appeal of rubies would leave to give way to a new vibe to his eyes. They feel like fireballs burning at the greatest intensity that could make anyone breathless. It loo

Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her.

Another tentacle came out of its chest and ripped her clothing away before the ones restraining her pulled her nearer to him. Until now, all of the tentacles had emerged from his chest, but the next one came from his groin. It slowly writhed in the air, creeping ever closer until it was touching her inner thigh. Then it moved up until it was caressing her pussy lips. The tip probed the opening and moved slowly back and forth over her clit. Candy was a succubus, and if the succubae have one flaw, it’s their insatiable appetite for sex. Although she would never admit it, the urges of her creation were telling her to enjoy the moment.

They were lidless, disembodied eyes! Leesa shut down her telekinesis and the eyes stopped moving, hanging suspended ten or twelve inches in front of her now. She felt her own eyes grow wide with surprise and horror as the three pairs of eyeballs fixed their gaze upon her. They were a pale, grayish blue color—the exact same color as Dominic’s eyes! She couldn’t know for sure, but she suspected these eyes had once belonged to the wizards the Necromancer and his black waziri henchmen had murdered. Somehow, the evil mage had trapped them here inside his table. She prayed that Dominic had not suffered a similar fate.

Out of instinct she dropped low and spun just missed being grabbed. Sybil got up and back pedaled as he came at her, having shifted human to grab her. There was a light to her aqua eyes that were bright. Nearly glowing in the dark hall. His were like obsidian glass and filled with a lustful look. Sybil bent back as he reached for her. His fingers grazing her side.