Final Fantasy 8 Devour Novels & Stories

“The storm… it’s not natural. It’s *alive*.” The static in me bristles. “What do you mean?” “It’s hunting,” she says, her voice trembling. “For the Seed.” The Hunter materializes, his form flickering. ***The Apostle wasn’t the only one who escaped the Silence. There are others… older things.*** “And they want the Seed?” ***They want what it’s eaten.*** --- **The Devourer** The storm reaches the crystalline forest by nightfall. It doesn’t rage—it *consumes*. Trees shatter into shards of light, their songs silenced mid-note. The Forgotten who try to fight it are erased, their mutations unraveling into nothingness.

“At least now we know what happens when one uses Devour on a living thing,” Mane frowned and said, and Hildegarde nodded her head. When Mane was gifted Devour by the Selfish Titan King who was somewhere within his soulscape, he didn’t understand much about the skill. However, he had been enlightened and gained some understanding on the skill. His comprehension came after he gained new found understanding of the Laws of Life and Death. And with that understanding came the realization that he couldn’t simply use the skill Devour on a living being. The risks to the living were severe. He hadn’t tested it at the time, but he just felt it. That’s what the Laws of Life and Death told him. They whi

The creature shrieked. But it did not retreat. It cackled loudly. A voice echoed from its core, familiar and evil. The eldest elder. “You thought you dealt with us already?” the voice sneered. “You thought the child was yours?” Arias' blood ran cold. The Devourer lunged at Aria again, smashing through her shield with full force. Aria screamed as she was thrown backwards, slamming back first into a pillar. Far away, Dax felt the bond flare violently.

"McDonald's isn't real food?" She laughed. "You're such an asshole, you know that?" "Yeah. I know." I pulled into the drive-thru. She ordered a Big Mac, large fries, and a McFlurry. I got coffee. She tore into that burger like it was her last meal—ketchup smeared on the corner of her mouth, licking her fingers without a care in the world. "This is so good... It's been so long. At the convent, we didn't have this. Everything was... very healthy."

The name is not Dustin, but Devlin this time, and a new desire below the name. “Remember at your highest moment, the devil makes his move,” the bartender whispers solemnly, forcing me to look back up, but he is nowhere in sight. Suddenly, an intense wave of fear washes over me and I stumble back as I look around. I’m not sure if it is the extreme intoxication, or if it is really happening in front of my eyes. The bar clears and I am left alone. The dim yellow lights change to blue, centred, making me the spotlight in a now dark room.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

Sebastian turned to look at Candy and said, "This isn't how you treat guests, Ms. Candy." Unus eyed the bodyguards impassively. He was silently debating whether he should eat them or just kill them if Sebastian told him to attack. Truth was, Unus hadn't had anything to eat since leaving Mount Quiln. Devoras never ate cooked food. They only ate living creatures, from wolves and tigers to rabbits and pythons. They ate all of them raw. Only raw, pure life had spirituality. The spirituality of living souls would nurture the spirituality in a Devoras, and only then would it make them more powerful.

“It’s delicious! It’s the most delicious egg I have ever tried.” Freya, "..." He ate another. And another. And another! Inner Devil: ‘Oh-ho-ho, buckle up, uterus. We are not sleeping tonight!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘This man is loading his stamina like it’s DLC content!’ Inner Devil: ‘Look at him go! Salt, vinegar, desire!’ Freya also ate some, and indeed she found it good. Strangely delicious.

Theodore said. I raised my hand. The vortex condensed into a single spear of radiant energy. The Devourer screamed in rage. “YOU CANNOT ERASE ME!” “Maybe not forever,” I said quietly. “But I can stop you today.” I launched the spear. It struck the Devourer directly in its core. The explosion shook the entire forest. Light flooded the battlefield. For a moment everything disappeared. Then the light faded. The Devourer was gone. The battlefield fell silent. Slowly, wolves began to stand.

My ears rang, my chest burned, and I screamed, forcing my magic forward. “You can’t win, Gina!” I shouted. “This ends tonight!” She laughed again “Oh, Elise. It won’t be me who kills you. It will be him.” She snapped her fingers. The devourer turned its formless head toward me. Shadows peeled from its body, reaching to me like skeletal arms. Ferris ran to intercept, but the beast swatted him aside like he was nothing. He slammed against the wall, roaring with pain. “Ferris!” I screamed.