Devoured Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

“Your mouth feels so good… don’t stop…” He devoured me. His tongue plunged inside my tight hole, fucking me in deep strokes while his nose rubbed my clit. Then he sucked my clit hard, humming, the vibrations shooting through me. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, curling against my G-spot as he ate me like a starving man. The wet, slurping sounds were filthy and loud. My juices coated his chin and dripped onto the sheets. I was losing control fast. My thighs shook violently around his head. Pressure built unbearably in my core.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

Emma was waiting in the doorway when Cass got home. "Did you find her?" Emma's voice was filled with fear and anger. She looked around Cass searching for Olivia. "No." Cass walked past Emma and poured herself a glass of whiskey. She gulped the liquid down hoping it would warm her frozen body. "Where is she, Cass?" "I don't know."

A shard of me . Something growls in the dark. Not Alpha—Alpha’s gone, consumed in the blast. This is deeper. Hungrier. Older. The Devourer. It’s not whole. Just a fragment, a tendril that survived the explosion, but even a finger’s width of that infinite hunger is enough to unravel me. It slithers through the ruins, tasting the air, tasting me . I freeze. A hand closes around my wrist. I spin—or the thought of spinning happens—and come face-to-face with him .

They met in the ruined birthing chamber deep beneath the palace: a circular room of black stone, walls etched with fertility runes now cracked and bleeding. Morven hobbled in, sniffed the air, wrinkled her muzzle. “You smell of star-death, girl.” “I smell of necessity,” Elara replied. “Can you do it?” Morven set a leather satchel on the stone table. Opened it. Inside: vials of black blood, dried placentas, a silver speculum shaped like a wolf’s jaw. “Separate a god-beast from its vessel?” The old wolf cackled. “Possible. Once. Long ago. Cost the queen her life and the child its soul.”

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.

"The astral would devoured its way, paving me a path to follow; and at the far end, I am certain to find you. Random belief, it's not—it's not but a conviction!" ——— Each passing of the century, there is an astronomical occurrence which had been called 'the Devouring of Astral'; So far, it is the greatest astronomical event ever known in the entire galaxy. Often, they regard of it as 'both a marvelous and a terrifying event'. The whole force of the universe would descend on the globe, bringing end to its continents, which does not exclude the 'empyrean continent' completely.

Sebastian turned to look at Candy and said, "This isn't how you treat guests, Ms. Candy." Unus eyed the bodyguards impassively. He was silently debating whether he should eat them or just kill them if Sebastian told him to attack. Truth was, Unus hadn't had anything to eat since leaving Mount Quiln. Devoras never ate cooked food. They only ate living creatures, from wolves and tigers to rabbits and pythons. They ate all of them raw. Only raw, pure life had spirituality. The spirituality of living souls would nurture the spirituality in a Devoras, and only then would it make them more powerful.

Just grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them in his mouth with the most serious face on the planet, like he was solving a geopolitical crisis. We ate in silence. I was devouring my burger like there was no tomorrow, cheese dripping down my chin, and he kept glancing at me with that look like he wanted to say something. “What?” I asked, mouth full. “Nothing.” “You’re looking at me weird.” “You look beautiful eating that burger.” I choked. “You mean starving lion.” I finished chewing, licked my fingers, and leaned back in my chair. “Rocco.” “Yeah?” “What do we do now?”