Novel & Cerita Christian Fiction Devourers

The words settled over the group like falling snow. Ava stepped closer. "What does that mean?" The old woman looked upward. Toward the widening fracture. Toward the thing descending from beyond it. Then she whispered: "It found us." A chill swept through the avenue. The duplicate Thomas closed his eyes. As though he already knew the answer. As though he had always known. "The Devourer," he said quietly. The old woman nodded. "The eater of abandoned futures." The title alone made Thomas uneasy. The Third Crown pulsed.

Then the waves of pleasure began, and for a while – for quite a long while, actually – Briley thought no more. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Dux, Drake and Briley’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Ice’ (The Road Devils MC #5), Ice and Vixen’s story, is the next book in the series and it's available here on GoodNovel. I'd also like to invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

Besides, she was almost done with the atonement child when I walked in earlier. Her current book was titled, a vessel of honor. Written by a renowned christian writer, Rebecca Brown. A devoted christian who was willing to go through hell for the kingdom's sake. Her story had never ceased to amaze me, as not everyone who calls himself a christian is willing to go through that much for the kingdom. Most prefer pleasure to actually doing the things of the kingdom and it's really saddening.

After Lust tried and failed to get into Daniel’s pants she made her way back to the table. Daniel had given up on asking them about the prophecy, Lust had quite effectively pushed him over the edge. His ability to be in the same room with them was gone and he knew that if he didn’t leave then they all would end up back in hell. The Seven crying to their mother about how mean the AOD was and Daniel in chains watching as Lucifer tortured Elizabeth.

Then the creator stepped out carrying six books and emotional instability. Finally the Devourer wandered in wearing one of my hoodies for reasons nobody understood. All three froze immediately seeing Elias sitting nervously at the kitchen table. The creator reacted first. Very carefully setting the books down. Golden eyes wide with realization. “A manifested remembrance echo…” The Devourer blinked sleepily. “Oh, we’re adopting ghosts now.” “I AM PREPARING BREAKFAST,” the guardian announced solemnly. Elias looked one second away from vanishing again. Hope noticed instantly.

“That name is forbidden.” Seraphina felt ice flood her veins. “What is the Devourer?” she whispered. The ancient wolf’s gaze never left the sky. “The one that eats gods,” it said. The shadow passed. The moon dimmed. And deep within the bond, Seraphina felt something answer back— Not with fear. But hunger.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

Immobile. “Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly. “Woman,” I growled at her. “Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

“That was the lie we fed the wolves so they would deliver you to me broken and ripe. The real ritual requires the daughter to lie with the father under the red moon, to birth the Devouring God from incest and betrayal.” His thumb stroked my pulse. “You have done the hard part. You murdered mercy. You devoured your twin. You drank the Lycan King’s dying power. Now all that remains is the final sacrament.” He leaned in until his lips brushed mine. “Say yes, my moon. Say yes, and we will unmake the sun.” I felt the child inside me stretch toward him like a flower toward darkness. For one heartbeat, I wavered. I saw it: the world remade in our image.