Devouring Waves Novels & Stories

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.

Against my will, I scuttled forward . And dread realization hit me, dawning into a numb, cold horror. Scuttled. Not shuffle-step-limp. Scuttled. Quickly, smoothly, like I was gliding along the ground rhythmically, my many feet and joints carrying me with strength and fluid purpose . . . Many feet and joints. Many. A kind of sick revulsion . . . and yes, dark anticipation filled me as I looked down past my waist to see what had replaced my thin, twisted, handicapped legs . . .

The rumoured colossal sea serpent (sometimes a humungous alligator or reptile) who was mesmerized by its beauty, vowing to devour it. "I have lived in a lot of human bodies, absorbing all their values, beliefs, and even their own selfish desires. I have seen how people, places, and cultures change. I have seen them reform and revamp a lot of ideologies, ways of life, everything. It seems like I have seen the world remodel a lot of times." He continued talking to the moon as if it was a real person.

The surge of the waves was so powerful that none could stand before Eryndor's miraculous power that he invoked to the Lords The sun rose with warm golden rays over the blueish waves of the Merriam Sea. The lapping sound of waves created a smooth and serene span of time, and Eryndor was walking on the beach alone. He gazed at the feeling of footprints that were melting with the ebb and flow of the seawater. The blue whales delivered their messages by echoing sharp piercing shrill. Gloating and diving after a few moments. They caught the little fish and pushed them to move ahead of them.

The winds were bellowing and bringing up huge waves. They were entering Devil's Chasm soon. The weather was worse than before. It was like the sea was trying to swallow them up. The huge waves crashing against the ship caused it to shake violently. Occasionally, there were huge waves that would strike fear into anyone who saw them. The sea took on a darker hue, looking more ominous without the sun. The Devil's Chasm was very aptly named. Olivia stood beside the window feeling uneasy. It looked like it was about to rain, which would worsen the situation.

I pressed harder. The cliff loomed ahead, jagged, merciless, the ocean below roaring like it was calling for me. Its waves smashed against the rocks with a violence that mirrored the storm inside me, each crash echoing the beat of my racing heart. My tears blurred it all into a painting of chaos, red from the dying sun, black from the shadows creeping over the land, white from the foam that exploded upward like the sea itself was screaming.

The two cyan-glowing Vanguard mechs simultaneously drew their massive, high-frequency plasma blades. On the distant horizon, the seemingly calm Pacific Ocean suddenly vaulted toward the sky. The heavens were swallowed by black clouds, and gale-force winds whipped up a hundred-foot-tall rogue wave that slammed violently against the Californian coast. Within that suffocating darkness, a twisted, monolithic shadow—infinitely larger than the Empire State Building—slowly rose from the depths, accompanied by an ear-shattering, low-frequency hum. It was the King of the Abyss. The Nightmare of the Mariana Trench.

The air crackled with otherworldly energy, and the very ground trembled beneath Conard's feet as he pressed forward. Suddenly, a towering wave erupted from the sea, engulfing Conard in its icy embrace. He struggled against its relentless force, but the wave was too powerful, carrying him away from his intended destination. As he was swept through the churning waters, Conard felt a surge of despair wash over him. Had his quest been in vain?

The sky grew darker, and the sea breeze picked up. Tabitha felt a cold draft despite the windows and doors being closed tightly, causing her heart to feel uneasy and restless. She glanced outside to see the howling wind and the turbulent sea, waves following one another. Entering the Demon's Abyss was like facing a temperamental demon ready to swallow any passersby and ships. The waves battered the ship, causing it to rock violently. Occasionally, towering waves several meters high would rise, instilling a sense of dread in anyone who witnessed them.

Not in words. In hunger. A roar inside my skull, vast and endless, older than stars. A will that could swallow creation whole— —and it knows me. Devour. The whisper burns like molten gold in my mind. Devour the dark. Devour the shadow. Devour him. “Yes,” I whisper, pressing my brow to its surface. “Yes.” The Solarion thrums, chains groaning as if they will break. The chamber swelters until the walls weep molten tears.