Novel & Cerita Christian Fiction Devourers

Christian looked to him with obvious fear in his eyes, and I held out my cross, reciting a prayer to banish it from-- The devil seized hold of my throat. He moved so fast, I couldn’t even trace him, lifting me clear off the ground with barely an effort. “Ah yes, my pet’s previous owner. He’s outgrown the need for your grooming. How will you feel if I kill him?” he demanded of Christian. “Don’t,” my boy rasped, and I exhaled in relief. “Let me.” The devil burst out laughing and obligingly threw me into the dirt at Christian’s feet. His eyes were flooded with tears. He cried to end his own father, I still insist to myself. There is no way he was weeping over that dead pervert who molested and

I didn’t want to want him this much. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. But it was. In the silence between us, filled only with ragged breaths and the pulse of need, the world outside seemed to fade away. The danger, the bombs, the lies—it all disappeared. All that was left was him. And I was falling, deeper into the darkness, unable to stop myself. And I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to. 1 AQSA The smell of smoke and burning metal clung to the air as I stepped over the debris.

Their boldness incinerated them, and the Lycans’ search for the hunters finally yielded results, and that tethered the line of piece. The door was pushed open, and Kiara inhaled sharply as she pushed away the book. The writer, Alpha Kratos, wrote with too much honesty. His words sound so sincere yet it goes against everything she has been taught about Lycans. “Here you go,” Devon muttered, placing the tray of food on her laps. Kiara stared at the dishes with blank eyes and Devon frowned. “Do you not like the dishes?” “Why do you believe the things written in that book and why do you protect the book so much?”

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

**END OF CHAPTER 24** **🌚 Cliffhanger:** *Aiden isn't just a target for the Devourer—his very existence is a lock holding back something infinitely worse. If Killian and Seraphina use their magic to save him, will they a## Chapter 24 — The First War in the Void The Devourer moved first. The silver mist screamed as the entity tore through the Void, reality itself bending and warping around its catastrophic presence. Even here—in a realm where nothing should exist—it brought nothing but pure destruction.

Yet every time our fingers brushed passing a tablet, every time our eyes met across the console, the air crackled. Another alert pinged. Then another. Kessler pressing, probing, relentless. Each time Dominic’s jaw tightened, each time his glance flicked back to me—hot, hungry, patient. We were still partners. Still hunted. But the promise hung between us heavier than any threat: the moment the world gave us breathing room, we would devour each other. And when that moment came, neither of us would be gentle about it.

“World hunger starts somewhere, Nicholas.” His vision blurred for a second. The memory hit too hard. He took a slow breath. Steady. Controlled. Or at least pretending to be. Nicholas Rhodes did not go back inside. But he didn’t leave either. He stepped into the shadow of a closed bookstore across the street and stood there. Still. Silent. Watching. If anyone had passed by, they would have mistaken him for a man waiting for someone. And he supposed, in a way, he was.

She winked and gave me a look that said she had stories of her own. I peeked through my fingers at her, face still burning, and managed a wide, painfully awkward smile that probably looked more like a grimace. Because yes, it had felt like a romance novel until the pages turned and everything went cold. And now I had no idea how to get back to the part where he looked at me like he wanted to devour me instead of avoiding me like I carried the plague. But then again, do I want him devouring me? I could only sigh. I should let these feelings go already…

demon:- I was guilty, I want Elsa to wake up, but the devil didn't help me, well it's good I am going to destroy those books after all. hope you are enjoying the story going to get interesting from here and out, hope you stick till the end, many new characters are going to introduce and their character development and it would be interesting to see thier their emotion and darkness, let see how demon going to end whole organisation of evil people, illuminate, illuminate is real and it is inspired from the real story and all the mess up thing going around the world, who know this world is controlled by few powerful people, who know we are going to awake of not.hope you are enjoying the story g