Devouring Novelas e Histórias

She called these people with super abilities Clan of Heightened Vision, Heightened Tactility, Heightened Auditory Senses, Heightened Olfactory Senses, and Heightened Gustatory Senses. "Have you ever visited the newly built food hub near the university with your friends?" Luna was interrupted from reading when he felt Bodie's fork poking her fork with his. "What?" She said in a daze. She had not been listening to Bodie's stories. "You did not listen to a word I said, didn't you?" Bodie sassed. He was almost done eating while Luna still had a lot on her bowl. "Sorry." "What's in that book that you're all rapt up?" Bodie asked with his brows furrowed with peeve.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Lio moved in front of me and the despairing look on his face worried me. “When our fellow wolves die, the power from their wolf spirit remains for a short time. In order to keep our strength as a pack complete we…Consume our dead.” My eyes widened and my ability to speak had been shut down. I sat there in silence, my eyes slowly filling up with tears again. Lio looked away from me and I could feel that he was afraid of what would come out of my mouth if I were to speak. “You…You eat their corpses to keep their spirit power a part of the pack? So Lolita…And the ones who died before…”

Girard’s command vibrated in my skull through the Lien de Sang. I hit the floor just as Girard’s massive, partially shifted form collided with the beast. He didn’t just bite; he tore. He was a whirlwind of black fur and white-lightning aura, his claws shredding the Ghost Wolf with a savagery that was terrifying to behold. He was vaporizing the purple sludge with the sheer intensity of his Alpha energy before the poison could even touch his skin. But for every one he dismantled, two more stepped out of the shadows of the cooling vats.

“I am here. And I still want you. So fucking badly. If we survive this, I am going to pin you down and fuck you until you cannot remember your own name.” His words sent a rush of heat through me despite the pain. I rubbed against him, needing that connection. “I want that. I want you deep inside me again. Hard. Rough. Claiming me like only you can.” The pup’s voice was barely a whisper. “Mama… Dad… it hurts… but I can still feel you both.” Damien nuzzled me one more time. “Hold on, little one. Your dad is not done fighting yet.” The Devourer lowered its head deeper into the pit. Its jaws opened wide, purple light growing stronger. The pulling force on my belly became so intense I cried out a

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.

Its maw was a swirling vortex of anti-matter, grinding against the cosmic glass of the Mint's primary vault. "It's a Debt-Eater," Ben’s voice trembled over the comms. "It’s a specialized Devourer weapon. It doesn't eat biological matter, Jack. It eats concepts. It is literally devouring the stored supernatural capital of the universe. If it breaches the main vault, the Ledger will zero out. Every contract, every debt, every asset we hold will cease to exist."

They always answered. We fought like demons. We fought like wolves who had nothing left to lose. We cut down vessels, we tore through dead-flesh, we burned the old Council's souls with silver fire. The pass ran red with blood. The snow turned black with frost. The cliffs echoed with screams and howls and the clash of claws against bone. But the Devourer kept coming. She did not stop. She did not slow. She simply... advanced. And everywhere she touched, the darkness spread.

Obsidian cliffs rose like fangs, each echoing with the endless cries of the damned. Below, demons soared—winged monstrosities lashing the tortured with whips of bone and sinew. Blood ran like water in channels carved through black rock. We plunged deeper. A fortress rose from a lake of black fire—spires of rusted iron and sharpened obsidian twisted toward the sky. The Devil’s Keep. The heart of corruption. Through a broken window, we entered. Inside: firelit gloom, a forge of horror. Torture devices lined the walls. Hooks. Blades. Machines meant not to kill, but to unmake.

I screamed into the couch as his tongue licked my pussy and dragged all the way to my asshole. He devoured me like a starving man, sucking my swollen clits into his mouth then stiffened his tongue and fucked my hole while his tongue pressed against my clits. Wet, slurpy sounds echoed in the sitting room as he ate me out from behind. My breast pressed against the surface of the couch and my knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of the table beside me.