Succubus Eyes Novels & Stories

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

Around him, the feast hall descended into madness. Marcus, his loyal Beta, the man who had stood by his side through countless battles and bloodshed, fell first. Steve watched in horror as his second-in-command's eyes glazed over, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remained. The warrior's movements became jerky, desperate, as he tore at his clothing with trembling hands. A crimson-skinned creature—no, not creature, succubus—with spiraling horns and a forked tail approached him, her hips swaying hypnotically. Marcus didn't resist. His trousers pooled around his ankles as he seized her waist, spinning her roughly against the nearest pillar, his hips bucking with savage intensity a

The irony makes me wanna scream. “There we go,” I breathe out. “Nice and easy, babe.” Don’t look. Don’t you fucking look. Too late. My eyes flicker for half a second—and yup. There it is. The outline. The thing. Floating like a cursed sea monster beneath the bubbles. Fuck me sideways. My pupils are cursed. “I saw it,” I whisper to no one, maybe to God. “My eyes are fucking cursed.” “Hmm?” Dante’s voice is a low rumble, amused. “You always make that face when you bathe me, wife?”

Licking his tongue as he smelled her rosy scent. Annalise’s breathing quickened when she realized the close contact. She felt his breath tickle her lips and slowly parted her eyelids to look. As if she had seen a ghost, she screamed and tried to move back in the tub, letting the arm around her boobs free. Gasping for air, she moved back, till she was plastered against the tub and she rested both of her hands on either side of the tub. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the man in front of her, looking unrecognizable, with desire pooled in his grey eyes. It was as if he wanted to swallow her as a whole only through his eyes.

It was usually invisible, but this woman’s special eyes revealed the invisible to her. “Now now handsome lad. I only asked a question, didn’t I?” the succubus changed her approach upon understanding that the one before her was no easy opponent. He wasn’t a boy; he was a man! Her eyes flashed with a green glow as she raised her charm to its peak before slowly sashaying towards Mane, swinging her tempting hips like a pendulum and exposing her skin even further.

I bucked into the touch before I could stop myself. “Feel that?” he purred. “How hard you are just from her scent? From feeling how wet this cunt still gets for you?” My free hand shot out, fisting in long purple hair, yanking her head back so I could see those eyes. They weren’t quite right—pupils slit too wide, edged with faint crimson incubus glow—but the shape, the heavy lashes, the way they fluttered half-shut when I pulled… those were hers. I kissed him.

His large fists were clenched tightly at his sides, and his monstrous, possessive gaze was fixated entirely on her. Cold sweat began streaming down her forehead, and her palms instantly became clammy. She couldn't move an inch; there was something so inherently diabolical and predatory in his eyes that she was completely frozen in place. When he observed her terrified, paralyzed state, a dark, triumphant smirk slowly pulled at his lips. His amusement enraged her. How can he be so happy seeing me in this pathetic state?

How utterly absurd I had been. With Joe, I watched myself be reborn. I'd linger over my reflection—radiant, alive, lavish with color. A new boldness had taken root in me. Suddenly, I understood: being a succubus means relying on a man's love to survive—but that doesn't mean I have to be dominated for life. I could be the hunter instead. If men were meant to serve, why couldn't I be the one to enjoy being waited on? Once my thinking shifted, everything felt clearer. So clear that even when Stuart showed up at my door, I could simply smile and welcome him in.

But it was his eyes that truly held everyone captive. A deep crimson—striking, hypnotic, and inhuman. They weren’t just red; they carried an unfathomable depth, like liquid rubies gleaming under the arena lights. They radiated an air of mystery, a gaze that seemed to see through everything. There was an intensity in them that sent a shiver down the spines of those who dared meet them. And yet, despite their inherent coldness, there was something oddly magnetic about them, drawing people in rather than pushing them away.

Even without opening my eyes, I could see my little demon peering down at me. She was still as beautiful as ever as she looked at me with sadness in her eyes. My heart clenched. She was suffering. She probably missed me, in the same way, I was longing for her. The sadness made her look too innocent, despite being naked in her full demon form. The black veins on her skin were visible — everywhere in her body, including her face. Her horns were out, as was her tail. I'd never met a succubus, but I knew they sexually attacked their prey while they slept. But she looked like she had no intention to do that.