Devouring Waves Novels & Stories

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

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."

Lucas kept crying our loud, reaching for both of us. “Almost there,” Elowen said. “Just a little longer..” The Devourer thought it wise to screen at this moment, making the earth shake. Plus, it was able to let out a massive wave of darkness that shattered the ritual circle completely. The force threw everyone to the ground. When the dust settled, the Devourer had shrunk to half its size, very weak now, but still alive. It glared at us with pure hatred before dissolving into the deepest cracks in the ground, retreating for now.

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 whimper around the cloth stuffed in my mouth. “Heaven.” He groans and thrusts into my pussy, eating it up like he's seeking to devour me from inside out with the way his tongue keeps digging a hole into my pussy. His piercing flirts with my clit as he plays with it, flicking it back and forth, tugging on it with a vengeance that has my fingers curling into the wooden surface. I trash around, dragging my beaded nipples against the hard surface of the table, desperate for my release. He eats my pussy with so much focus and intensity, I scramble away from him as it gets too much but he drags me back in place and forces two fingers inside me as he sucks on my clit.

“That was the lie we fed the wolves so they would deliver you to me broken and ripe. The real ritual requires the daughter to lie with the father under the red moon, to birth the Devouring God from incest and betrayal.” His thumb stroked my pulse. “You have done the hard part. You murdered mercy. You devoured your twin. You drank the Lycan King’s dying power. Now all that remains is the final sacrament.” He leaned in until his lips brushed mine. “Say yes, my moon. Say yes, and we will unmake the sun.” I felt the child inside me stretch toward him like a flower toward darkness. For one heartbeat, I wavered. I saw it: the world remade in our image.

a splash of thoughts. She didn’t even notice that for how long she walked but until she reached her house, some tears were dried on the cheek, some on neck and some reached her shirt collar and made it wet, giving a cooling effect to her collarbone. All the way after thinking, finally she made a decision. She hoped that her mother would not notice her face. She reached the door but a sound captured her attention. Someone was reciting a holy book, it was in Arabic, she did not understand it but a sense of tranquillity, peace she felt in her mind. The reciter again came up with the translation and read “AND PUT THY TRUST IN ALLAH, AND ENOUGH IS ALLAH AS A DISPOSER OF AFFAIRS” And she was dazzl

The Devourer recalculates again—because this wasn’t submission. It was departure.