Devouring Waves Novels & Stories

she said, and I could feel a very great tide rising from the far end of the sea. “Let's go!” I growled. We went with the exact plan we had made on coming back. Jefe was driving pretty faster than he should, given the situation at hand. I looked back, and the wave was higher than anything I had ever seen, and it was coming at very great speed. Merrow was walking back into the sea like it was something to be proud of. One could imagine the smirk on her face as she walked inside, coated with radiant light. Jefe stepped harder on the accelerator, and Nicholas was right on our tail. The wave was chasing us with great speed, and we were barely faster.

They crashed down on the surface and left large craters as waves of energy rippled out from every point of impact. Thanatos was the last Einherjar devastator to fire. Freya aimed her Graviton Wave Disruptors at the closest enemy devastator, charged them up to full, then fired constant waves of gravitonic energy right at it. The ship immediately stopped its ascent as its weight began to shift and ebb and increase and wane rapidly. One moment it was lighter, and the next heavier. At the same time, numerous internal systems began to quickly degrade and wear away. Then, its weight began to increase further and further as the waves stabilized. The devastator began to crumple and compress into its

The disaster started on a black night. Starless night, soulless, shineless. The kind of night that serves as an ominous backdrop in folklore. I peeked at the crashing waves fighting with the large spiky rocks that formed the cliffs. My feet shook on the edge as bloody images rolled through my mind with the destructive power of a hurricane. Playback occurs in full, distracting motion. Engines revving, cars sliding, and finally, haunting metal scrapes against rocks and splashes in deadly water.

They were dark and beautiful to watch as they surfaced and then dove, only to reappear farther away sometime later. The winds began to increase slightly, and the waves responded by crashing a little heavier on the shore. One precise wave caught Yvayn’s attention. It was larger than the others, which was not that uncommon, but this one seemed strange to him and at a different angle from the others. He had watched waves for so long, over so many seasons that his keen eye knew something about this wave was different. It began to rise and then crest. His eyes caught what appeared to him as faces in the wave near the top. He rubbed his eyes and looked again but he was sure that was what he saw.

The house growled lowly, a tight-tongued word of the storm. "I want you to know that for all my sharp edges, I'm still here. You won't ever forget me, will you?" Though he couldn't say he knew entirely what she meant, he nodded, biting back the urge to say 'of course'. She let out a sigh of relief until another loud crash came down upon the house, the outside world seeming to turn into the aggressive Atlantic. Fifteen meter waves were ploughing into the room from all sides and seeping in under the door. Her hand shot out and grabbed his arm as a sharp noise flew from her mouth, her silver eyes wide and shrill.

She wanted more. Omar let his other hand go down under the water, he trailed his finger teasingly down her stomach till he reached her opening. When his fingers brushed against them she instinctively slapped her legs closed but a fierce bite on her neck made her scream out and her legs parted in obedience, giving him the full access. Omar growled at her seductive moans when he rubbed his fingers against her clits, he felt his erection harden and he thrust his middle finger into her, squeezing her breast roughly.

He was a blur of shadow, ducking the deadly tail and sinking his fangs into the beast’s shoulder. His jaws ripped free a mouthful of blackened flesh, the taste of rot and death clinging to his tongue. The Devourer reared back, its molten eyes flashing. Then it slammed both clawed hands down in a shock wave that sent dozens flying. Trees splintered like matchsticks. Rebels screamed as they were impaled on jagged branches or crushed beneath the collapsing cypress.

The water flowing through Green City had developed into three distinct levels: The higher level, raging, fast, and perilously deep. Locals called it "The Devourer." Legends warned that anyone foolish enough to swim there would be swallowed whole. The current was merciless. Next was the middle level. It was still swift and deep but calmer than the higher level. Boats, especially speedboats, could travel here, but no one dared approach without serious caution.

The thick foam hissed and fumed as it hit the air, instantly melting through floating wooden structures, dissolving plastic debris, and burning away the metal frames of overturned shipping containers in its path. The wave roared forward like a devouring beast, sweeping directly over the flooded lower avenues, heading straight toward the base of the mountain. Down on the open water, two miles out from the tower, a tiny yellow fiberglass raft was tossing helplessly on the chop. Inside the cockpit, James screamed as he jammed the throttle forward, but the tiny engine was no match for the speed of the boiling, chemical tide sweeping up behind them.

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.