Succubus Eyes Novels & Stories

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

Gabriele ask as he removed his gaze from Clone and the legendary cage he was holding as he look at Cuzo funny face with playful eyes. Cuzo was slightly startled as he saw Gabriele playful eyes. For this day, he only saw these playful eyes in Gabriele usually cold eyes once, for the first time when he took a serious look at Gabriele dark eyes. This guy eyes is truly attractive when that little stars hidden inside those black irises shine when the owner curves the narrow line of the eyes. He heard his heart beat slightly, another spirit inside of him resurfaced as he again lowered his eyes.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

She smiled and put her hand on my chest, the succubus looked perfect in my color, her skin was flawless, and her expression was seductively arousing. "You're welcome, you can thank me by kneeling between my legs," I smirked as I put my hand on her neck, grabbing her, tilting her head to face me. I didn't like her sadness, I like her like this, with lust in her eyes, her scent filling the room, and her eyes glowing from desire. I can already feel her tickling my skin trying to suck up my energy.

She swallowed loudly and closed her eyes, hoping that she could disappear somehow, somewhere faraway from sitting here beside this infuriating vampire. And then she opened her eyes and he was gone, leaving Charlotte alone, her body shaking uncontrollably as she rested her head on the table and took deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. She wished fervently for Ender's quick return, she couldn't be left alone with Samael like this. She didn't want to admit to herself that her body was responding to Samael in a way that she couldn't control. What was happening to her? Is this what being a succubus means? Behaving like a dog in heat every time there was a man around her? Or woman for that ma

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

9pm finally came. It felt like it had taken forever. I was already sitting downstairs at the bar with Nathaniel when Luke opened the doors to the crowd. It sounded like it would be a busy night. That many sweaty, horny bodies pressed together is just what my succubus needs. I sighed as I started to feel it. My succubus was starting to relax as the tension went out of my body. “Effie…” Nathaniel whispered in my ear. I turned to face him. “Your eyes, they’re blood red.”

Not literally—but the presence that emerged had a way of commanding space, as though even nature itself gave it room to pass. A tall figure stepped forward, barefoot and silent, gliding over the forest floor like he weighed nothing at all. The sunlight caught on his skin, impossibly smooth and pale, like carved marble dusted with gold. His eyes were molten, glinting like honey with a heat that didn’t warm, only warned. An Incubus. “Relax,” the Incubus said, his voice rich and smooth, like warm smoke curling through a closed room. “If I wanted to hurt you, you’d already be dreaming. But even if I want to, I can’t physically, as my body is not entirely here.”

] After that, they sent me a video of the incubus. He sat neatly in place, his animal ears twitching slightly. His tea-colored eyes gazed quietly into the camera, as if saying, "Take me home, Master." He was unbelievably well-behaved. I fell for him at first glance. Me: [Is this authentic? Is there any difference between the video and the real one?]