Succubus Eyes Novels & Stories

I moved away when I felt a vision coming. it was dark, I couldn't see anything but all I could see was blood splattered on the wall, it was a conference hall. I saw ahead with a hole in it. I saw myself walk to the window which was the only source of light and the floor was about 20 floors down and just then I screamed when I saw Noah corpses on the ground floor. In reality, I was superglued to Beck and I was screaming, when I looked up at him, I snapped and pushed him away and moved back in the bed.

There's one Eye of The Beholder [Elder] tier at the far end of the room and in the middle of the room where the army of Succubus, counting all of them it's reached about 300 succubi. "Freaking hell..it's the mind fuck room…All Unit! OPEN FIRE!!..". There's no need to wait for a second longer, this room was made to be a bane of man. Fighting a high level Naked busty ladies that able to suck both mind and body dry, if I even waited for them to attack, I believe that my men won't even be made out alive. Just as I ordered, in instance flashbang and grenade start to goes off in the midst of the Succubus army, then the riffles start to showers bullets.

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.

Unlike any other human gaze I had encountered, hers shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, reminiscent of stars sparkling upon a midnight canvas. Her natural eye color transcended the conventional hazel shade, revealing occasional flickers that had caught my attention on multiple occasions. Initially, I hadn't paid it much heed, dismissing it as a trivial peculiarity. However, now, as her eyes shimmered once more, I couldn't ignore it. Vampires' eye pupil tends to flicker to red when they are hungry for blood, agitated, desirous, or experiencing other intense sensations that could trigger a transformation. The crimson flicker of a vampire's pupils held a profound meaning.

Not corrupted. No. These were the eyes of Chaos Incarnate. A spiral of white and black with crimson red edges, layered with cosmic rings, endless and hollow. It was even old, ancient and unfeeling. The same eyes he had before the memory seal. The same eyes Lucifer once feared and loved.

Those crimson eyes locked on me — heart-shaped patterns swimming in his pupils — with the greed of someone who'd narrowly escaped death. And the incubus mark on his lower abdomen was slowly blooming: vivid, full, alive. In that sweat-soaked, fevered embrace, I kept saying no, and kept allowing him everything.

And her eyes were cut amethysts, dark enough to drown in. He had made her to learn, to adapt, to look and increase desire. A clockwork succubus, not for damnation, but for the cold, pure science of ecstasy. She had lain still, a beautiful statue, for months. Tonight, though, something was different. A relay had been tripped in her bodywork, a main circuit had been closed, and the amethyst eyes shone with a light that was not the reflection of the workshop gloom.

she hissed around the berry, eyes already glittering with scandal. I leaned closer, dropping my voice even though we were alone. “A succubus. I’m not kidding. Tall, legs for days, hair the color of fresh blood, skin like moonlight had sex with porcelain. And those eyes—violet. Actual violet. She’s so fucking pretty I want to cry and also set her on fire.” Isabella swallowed hard. “You’re jealous.”

"Don't have to keep you company? Or don't have to help you?" His fingers tilted my chin up. "Selene, the state you're in right now — you really think you can handle this alone?" My breathing shattered. His scent came crashing down, the one my instincts couldn't resist. "I..." He lowered his head, nose to nose with me. His voice was pure temptation. "Yes or no?" I stared into his eyes, inches away. My reflection stared back from those slit pupils — dark, consuming. Yes. Every incubus instinct was screaming.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.