Devoured Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

She asked as if it was the worst thought she could imagine. “Well the name of the band is Devil’s Night, so it isn’t hard to imagine people associating us with these things. Clearly these people haven't listened to our music. If they had they would know there is no mention of that in our music.” I explained “Then why name the band Devil’s Night?” she asked inquisitively.

I looked up at Chad, my chest tightening up with a sudden, sharp spike of irritation. "Best thing you have ever tasted?" Chad nodded, completely oblivious to the shift in my mood, his mouth still full. "Yes, of course." I frowned deeply, the food suddenly tasting like cardboard in my mouth. A petty, bitter thought slammed into my brain, I should be the best thing he has ever tasted. What happened to being Danny-sexual? Why was he making groaning noises over a stupid egg and cheese sandwich? Suddenly the devil walked by the dining room, carrying a fresh pitcher of juice.

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.

Shadows clung to its form like a living shroud, writhing and whispering in voices not meant for mortal ears. The Devourer. Rio stepped forward, his golden eyes burning bright even against the creature’s sickly glow. His voice was calm but laced with steel. “This is the beast Vera was feeding. She was just the key to its cage.” Adonis’s expression was grim, his fangs flashing as he bared them. “And now the cage is open.” Thomas cursed under his breath. “That thing… it’s not meant for this world.” The Devourer pulled itself fully free, its towering body dwarfing the cypress trees around it. Its legs were skeletal columns ending in clawed feet that melted the ground with each step. From its rib

My rod is hard as it can be and I really need to have this relieved - I thought. I looked at Ellen. It is quite dark but some moonlight is reflected from the window pane. My eyes have prettily adjusted now to the darkness while staring at her. Dressed with her sleeping attire (pajamas), it was only then that I noticed that she is not wearing a bra. I can also make out her voluptuous breasts and perfect figures behind those loose pajamas. My beastly desires kept ringing in my head telling me to do her. Maybe touch her breasts while relieving myself from this torture?

He snapped his finger and the men holding her down let go. “Come dear, come and dine with me, I have a proposition for you.” Claire was guided to the dining room and the table was brimming with food and delicacies that made her head swirl just from the aroma. She sat down and after Felix gave the heads up, she dipped into the food like a ravenous thief. The lamb, pork chops, pasta, and everything set before her was devoured under Felix’s watchful gaze. “I am going to release you.” The words came so abruptly that Claire choked on the chili sauce.

--- A massive shadow appeared beyond the horizon. The earth shook violently. Cities burned. Mountains collapsed. Entire oceans seemed to boil. The beautiful world descended into chaos. And from the darkness emerged something impossible. Something enormous. Something horrifying. Elara couldn't fully comprehend its shape. Every time she looked directly at it, her vision blurred. As though her mind refused to understand. The creature devoured everything. Magic. Life. Entire cities. Nothing escaped it. Nothing survived. "The Devourer." Luna's voice carried deep sorrow.

No, it was a gaping maw, an insatiable abyss eager for the consumption of all that lay before it. From the depths of this abyss emerged the Devourer, a creature woven from the fabric of nightmare and despair. Autumn had experienced glimpses of hollow entities in her restless dreams before—twisted remnants of lives long extinguished, grotesque phantoms that mirrored what once was. But this… this entity was a manifestation of raw, ravenous hunger, a sinister hunger made flesh.

Slowly the claws of Silas were stretched out. “But I’m not alone.” Elara perceived the connection between them as brightening. The Devourer’s eyes narrowed. “Yes,” it murmured. That queer little association. Its eyes fell back on Elara. “You hid it well.” Silas shifted a little, and she could no longer see him. “You talk too much,” he said. The Devourer lunged. The assault was unannounced. It had a huge claw, and swung through the cavern with horrible velocity.

“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.