Devouring Waves Novels & Stories

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.

It was a lovely place and had always been my favorite. "Oh, oh," Alessa's voice brought me back to reality. "Look who's coming over there." We looked through the window; three cars were parking. One was a red Ferrari, another a black Audi, and the last one a gray Homer. Kanael stepped out of the Ferrari, Basael from the black Audi, and, obviously, Afael from the Homer. Great.

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.

His eyes were dark, hungry, scanning every inch of my face like he wanted to swallow me whole. "I don't know what it is," he murmured, his voice sounding almost dazed. "Something about these oceanic blue eyes... they keep luring me in. You are a siren, Danny. A beautiful, lying little siren. I just hope you don't lure me to my death."

His tongue swirled around the bulbous head, saliva dripping down his chin as he widened his jaw. Toussaint’s groan of pleasure and thrusts urged Jace to keep going, more and more inches disappearing into his mouth. Tears sprang to Jace’s eyes as he began to choke on the fat cock but he kept going. Toussaint gripped Jace’s head as his fingers weaved into his curls, slowly fucking his throat with a perfect hip thrust. Jace gripped the rest of the length which was already slathered with spit and stroked it in tandem with his own sucking.

However, as the sonar weapons hit the water, before anyone could see if they worked, a loud splash echoed nearby. A colossal wave surged towards them, a tidal wave unleashed by an undersea quake. "Get to the cabin, now!" In the face of danger, Jansen cast a last, regretful look at the churning sea before securing his own safety. The tidal wave effortlessly swept the three fishing boats into the distance. Below the surface, the real battle raged. Alexander, inside the belly of the Ocean Eater Eel, unleashed a wild onslaught, tapping into his full fighting prowess. He could not afford to pull his punches against that ancient leviathan.

But when it comes to Thaddeus, I'm always ready to give myself, and it feels as though I was the one offering it and waiting for him to claim and devour me completely and seductively. Everything went well while he held both of my breasts in his hands and licked them with his tongue. I curved my back and let out a soft moan. "Devour Me, My King…." I whispered in his ear, and he bit my nipples. It was a soft bite that didn't hurt or draw blood. I moaned softly while he played with my nipples. His eyes were on my lips, and he reached for them. He kissed me ardently, and we savored the taste of each other.

I hook her legs over my arms, fold her in half right there in the breaking waves, and drive into her cunt so hard the water explodes around us. The first thrust is brutal. The second is deeper. The third is ownership. I fuck her like the ocean itself is trying to tear us apart and I refuse to let it. Waves crash over us, cold and violent, but she’s hotter, tighter, clenching around me like she’ll never let go. Her tits bounce with every punishing stroke, water streaming off them, nipples slapping together, then against my chest when I drop to devour her throat. . . . . . She comes instantly, pussy spasming, squirting so hard it cuts through the surf and splashes my stomach. I don’t slow. I p

an ear-powdering, mechanical rolling filled the trench. The generators of the last tides woke up. A gigantic suction soap was created. But he didn't break us. The massive pumps the toxic, yellow water and the rot from the tomb, chased it through their fiery internal filtration chambers and pushed one on the other monumental pressure wave made of crystal clear, boiling hot, pure ocean water out. The shock wave of pure, oxygen-rich life sweeped over us. The remaining parasites were captured and burned by the rage