Devouring Waves Novels & Stories

-RAINA’S POV- “My prayer is that our moon goddess will help us to grieve in waves. In this mournful period, it feels like the grief is crashing on us like an avalanche, but once we support each other and can be there for each other, the rapid flow of cold despair can melt into gentle healing waves that touch our souls. Soothing, warm waves that will heal us as we face each day together and get through it.” I managed to get through without weeping with as much as I could muster, despite the tightness in my stomach.

It was digging away at her determination. Between the pounding of the breaking surf, Izzy picked her way over the rock-strewn sand as quickly as she could. Each wave shoved them towards the cliff when it crashed into them, then tried to pull them apart, rip her legs our from under her and suck them both out into the raging sea as it receded. Every step seemed too risky to take, with stones to slip on or stub her toes on, or sand that seemed to slide out from under her as she put weight on it. Trying to fight the hopelessness of it, Izzy swung Siofra around so she could hold onto her rather than relying on the child’s own strength, but still it felt as though the waves would tear the apart. L

Author pov: "Since you didn't give me that desert, now I will take my favorite sweet. No other sweet can beat it's taste" Karthik said kissing Arvi's temple. Their faces were too close and both are not ready to break the eye contact it's like they are entered into another world. Both are lost looking into each other eyes forgetting about their surroundings without even blinking their eyes but their trance broke when they heard a click sound of the camera.

“I love when you squeal like that. Makes me want to throw you down on the deck and take you with the roll of the waves.” “Oh my word!” she giggled, fending him off with one hand. “I don’t think either of us could bear it. The waves are coming in fast today—ah! Andrew, no!—Look! Just look!” “I’m quite certain we’re equal to it,” he murmured, then lifted his head. His mutable blue-green eyes followed the crest of a wave the ten or so seconds it took for it to crash onto the shore. It allowed just enough time for her to let down her defenses, exactly as he’d hoped. “Bah. That's an easy tempo," he said, quickly renewing his assault on her neck with much more success this time, “there’s nothing I

Aby shrieked, tears of pleasure streaming freely down her face as she unraveled completely, convulsing around him already. The climax hit like an explosion. It was violent, and blinding, shattering everything else away. Aby screamed loud and raw, no longer holding back, her whole body locking rigid as her thighs shook uncontrollably. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her, inner walls spasming rhythmically around his throbbing length and milking him for everything he had.

There was no chance of those brutal crashing waves that pounded the rocky shoreline only a mile away, the ones that crushed the sea-front cliff as Leon made sure that the water below them could follow his every command. David watched in awe as the waves crashed against the base of the crumbling cliffs. The cold air bit into him, pushing him back, but he stood his ground, staring as waves built up speed and height from far out in the horizon until the peaks rose high above the body of water and plunged over into the cliff. The sandy coastline being destroyed one wave at a time as the shoreline of Witchland came into view.

The moment the Devourer began to weep, existence forgot how to breathe. Not because the sound was terrifying, but because it was unbearably human. The cries rising from beneath reality itself shook creation in strange, uneven waves while black cosmic fire flickered violently across the fractured realm. Stars dimmed and reignited unpredictably overhead as the Devourer’s enormous form trembled beneath the restored Twin Thrones, and for the first time since the beginning of existence, oblivion sounded wounded.

With a primal roar that reverberated through his very core, Mateo threw himself into the heart of the towering wave. The sheer magnitude of its power enveloped him, sweeping him up in its tempestuous embrace. He relinquished control, surrendering to the relentless force that threatened to consume him. In that surrender, he found liberation.

POV: Neoma Rage was a heat-signature of red. This was white. Blinding, absolute, freezing white. The first blast from the Devourer did not contain thermal energy. It contained absence. A beam of concentrated Void energy, siphoned from the biological rhythms of twelve siphoned hearts, slammed into the gravity shield I had erected. The impact wave did not just rattle my skeletal structure; it invaded my marrow. My vision tunneled instantly, the edges of the courtyard dissolving into grey fractals. My lungs locked, the air trapped in my windpipe becoming a cold, solid weight.

My wolves roared in agreement, the sound like thunder, and Marcus, Ethan, Callum, and Davian let their power surge alongside mine, creating a barrier that pushed back the Devourer. The king laughed, deep and chilling. “Impressive. But you are still a child playing with fire. And fire… can consume everything.” “No,” I said, teeth clenched. “I am the storm. I am the fire. And I will decide who burns.” The Devourer’s red eyes flared. He lunged, and in that instant, the world exploded into chaos.