Devourer Of Men Audiobook Novels & Stories

Where its face should be is a void rimmed with faint, starless light. No eyes. Yet I feel it looking at me. Gideon collapses to his knees. “The Devourer…” Ruby’s breath hitches. “That’s… that’s not a name someone gives things they like.” The thing speaks. Its voice isn’t loud. It doesn’t need to be. Lock. The word lands directly in my chest.Lucien snarls. “You don’t get to call her that.” The Devourer tilts its head. Shadow-born. You are irrelevant.

My head was resting against his shoulder, my pulse hammering against the side of his neck. I pulled back just an inch, my eyes searching his. The predator was gone. The dark, bottomless void I had seen in him for weeks had flickered out, replaced by something terrifyingly soft. He looked… human. He looked like a man who had just handed over his soul and was waiting for me to do something with it. "What did you say?" I muttered. My voice was a wrecked, gravelly mess. "Before. About a divorce." Chadwick let out a low, huffy laugh, the kind that vibrated through my entire chest. He didn't answer. He just gripped my hips one last time and lowered me down until my bare feet hit the rug.

“Then what?” Amos cocks its head, sizing me up. Finally it answers, “This land is mine. I’ve been here for a very long time. All who pass through or settle here have fed me over the years, nourishing me with their pain and desire. I was strong, so strong, and then…the flames!” Its voice rises to a shrill wail as it doubles over, clutching at itself with spidery fingers. “I’m so hungry! So hungry!” Every inch of me trembles. My fight or flight instinct is gone. I am frozen in place, unable to escape from the nightmare unraveling in front of me.

Suddenly, they were shocked by something that was beyond their comprehension. The man was still standing firmly in place, rising up his right hand, which was clenched into a fist. No injuries from the bomb explosion earlier. “What the!?” “Looks like you’ve noticed it. He’s not a human. And if it’s true that he’s a devil, we have to destroy him right here and now.” “Do you bring that strange liquid with you now?” “Why?” “If so, then give some to me!” “Here, take one with you!”

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

I know fully what he meant by 'ideas' but I want details. His lips curled up into an evil smirk, "I want to feast on your sweat pu**y exactly the way you are eating this fu*king lobster." He said to me, his voice loud and clear while a waitress came to serve us our drinks in the moment and she heard what he said. The pitiful women blushed at his dirty and bold words, so did I. "Thank you." Ryan said to her nonchalantly, like those words didn't come out of his mouth just now. Fu*k!!

Damiano went silent again, observing my face to see if I was okay to hear the answer. “For every scratch, wound, and misplaced hair on you, I carved deep into his body and fed him to the rats when I was done.” He said, his voice laced with caution, as his eyes locked onto my face, searching for any signs of fear. But I wasn’t scared anymore. I have come to learn what kind of man he was. “How do you feed someone to rats?” I decided to ask.

"Today, your blood is going to be my dessert. How about I show you to Thaddeus to make things interesting? You are his weakest flower. What would happen if I cut your neck in front of him? Are you going to cry? I wish you could cry blood…." He took off my mask and smiled at me. I was shocked when I saw his face. I didn't know that he had a monster-like appearance. His face was covered with scars, and his eyes were red like a demon's. He looked at me and said, "And now it's time for you to be pushed into that pool of blood, where my men will slowly devour you up!" “You fucking monster!” He seized my hair harshly and laughed, “Yes, I’m a monster…a devil monster!”

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.

In the center of that vortex, two small points of light struggled: blue and pink. Siron tried to reach them, but something cold and biting coiled around his consciousness. A voice, thunderous and starving and angry, breathed all around him. "A new Guardian... how brave... I am so hungry..." The Devourer. Still alive here, in the prison of its own memory. "Get away from them!" Siron screamed in the voiceless void. "They are mine! Their memories are mine! I will eat you too!" Siron felt a terrifying pull, like a current that would drown him. He fought back, clinging to his own awareness, to the pain in his palm, to the reality that his physical body was still standing in the ruins.