Gluttony Fullmetal Alchemist Novels & Stories

"What kind of food do you eat? Am curious!" "In my world, every food is designed to give a specific immortality when eaten. Like here on Earth, when you eat excessively, you are over fed and you tend to get a bad stomach. In my world, when you overfeed, you get mad and intoxicated by it. That was what happened to Asu'la. At a time, he felt he was not beautiful enough to be called divine. So he broke the rules of heaven by cultivating the dark seed, a kind of food meant to make him fairer as the light of the day and invisible like the wind. He did not stop there, he overfed himself with it daily, until he became mad and craved for things above his grasp, above all, he became like the 'Krasue'

As she placed the plate in front of him, Danial's eyes widened with delight, his hunger reaching a fever pitch at the sight of the food. Without hesitation, Danial set upon the meal with gusto, his hands moving with lightning speed as he devoured the food with an almost primal fervor. The nurse watched in amusement, her laughter filling the room as she witnessed Danial's unabashed enthusiasm. Despite his embarrassment at his voracious appetite, Danial couldn't bring himself to care. At that moment, nothing else mattered except the simple pleasure of filling his empty stomach. As he ate, Danial couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had led him to this moment. The trials, the unexpecte

The maid returns swiftly with a grand spread—roast lamb, bread still steaming, fruits glistening under candlelight. Achilles doesn’t hesitate this time. He practically devours the meal, barely pausing to breathe. His hands move fast, stuffing his mouth with reckless abandon. There’s no grace, no pretense—just pure, desperate hunger. I lean back, watching with mild amusement. “You eat like a man who has never seen a proper meal,” I observe dryly. He swallows thickly. “Haven’t.” I tilt my head. “Haven’t?” His jaw tenses, but then he sighs. “Not in fourteen years.”

Not wanting to be embarrassed, again Angelo secretly looked to Mark’s direction and copied the perverted ugly human being’s table manners: from choosing the correct utensils to the proper way of consuming foods, he perfectly copied the perverted ugly being. Although Angelo wants to get a large piece of meat on his plate; seeing the perverted ugly human being slicing the meat- into tiny pieces; he could only grit his teeth- in frustration. He doesn’t want to be a clown in front of the gorgeous tigress again, so; he could only hide his inner gluttony. “Seriously, the tender, juicy and savory meat is right in front of me. Why can’t I have the right- to finish this delectable meat.” Deep down in

Luca said with amazement. "I am not a glutton, you know. I just happen to eat until I am fully satisfied, so it does not mean I am a glutton. For my shape, I do workouts to maintain my slender body, and hey! Luca, were you not the one saying you would keep on buying free food for me? Why are you now complaining about the fact that I am a glutton?" Anabelle asked as she focused her attention on Luca, who was saying that she was a glutton. Of course, she loves to eat, but that does not mean she is a glutton.

“This is who we serve?” “Shut the fuck up, Pride,” Wrath barked. “Gluttony, help him.” Gluttony dragged his feet forward lazily. Ashiel pulled a dagger, but Gluttony raised his hands. “Relax. I don’t bite… unless you ask.” Cris signaled Ashiel to lower the blade. Gluttony pressed a heavy hand against my chest, and energy surged into me. My body steadied, the burning in my veins cooling. “I’m giving you a taste of strength,” Gluttony muttered. “Sloth could drain the poison out completely, but he’s asleep. And he doesn’t like being woken up.”

“I’m famished as hell. I could eat all of you and still not be satisfied.” “Eat all of us, huh? Since when did you turn into such a glutton, Jace Sterling?” Hunter replies, raising a brow as he folds his bulky arms over his broad chest. “See who’s calling me a glutton?” Jace pushes his chest forward challengingly, crossing his muscled arms too. “Weren’t you the same person who had a giant breakfast this morning and even stole mine when I was late coming down?” Hunter scoffs. “At least I don’t eat like I’ve been starved for weeks. You’re the one who looks like you haven’t seen food in days.”

Kael grabbed the wall beside him sharply. The Hunger laughed softly. “Beautiful.” Rage exploded through me instantly. “SHUT UP!” Silver light detonated through the chamber. The Hunger absorbed part of it instantly. The cracks spreading across its dark body glowed brighter. No. It was feeding again. (The First Heir’s POV) It’s too late. The fracture already reached emotional dependency. The deeper the love— the stronger the feeding becomes. Just like before. Always like before. (Aria’s POV) I looked toward the First Heir desperately.

The kitchen table was adorned with an array of delectable treats, each one more tempting than the last. I couldn't help but laugh as I glanced at James, who seemed to have an insatiable appetite for Grandma Jo's cookies. Despite already devouring an impressive number of them, he showed no signs of slowing down. It was as if his Alpha metabolism had a special cookie compartment, always ready to accommodate his appetite. Lucas chuckled, shaking his head in amazement. "James, I swear you have a bottomless pit for a stomach. How are you still going?" James, his mouth full of another cookie, grinned mischievously. "What can I say? Alphas need their fuel."

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.