Gluttony Fullmetal Alchemist Novels & Stories

"nice!' I looked down at my hands covered with blood, I was excited by the newfound strength I gained. It was all worth it. Time to see how gluttony works. Analyze! [Orc warrior]-Uncommon Hp – 0/800 CON- 80 Def- 87 DEX- 16 Atk- 78 STR-26 MP- None [Skills: Taunt(UC), Ax Mastery(C), Hard skin(R)] It had higher Health and attack than me, does that mean I'll take both the stats as mine?no other way to find out. Gluttony! The moment I activated it I could see a blue substance coming out from the Orc's body, not touchable but it was still there. The moment I came into contact with it I couldn't help but let out a groan. "…huh'' It was a sense similar to somethi

“Every year, they sink deeper into mindless gluttony.” “Gluttony,” murmured Nyra, reclining in her chair carved from bone, “is the only time they remember they are alive by being less mortal.” Her voice was a hiss softened into silk, her crimson lips curling with amusement. “Let them have their feast.” ---

Even as the thought crossed my mind, I choked on the bread and almost passed out. As I scrambled to chug a glass of water to wash it down, the door opened. Yoran's burly form made the servant's room look especially small. Seeing him scowl at the bread, I quickly lowered my eyes while my heart pounded. Was he upset that I was a glutton? Still, seeing him not hiding his stare as he studied me from head to toe, I remembered the rumors about him in our past life. Yoran became the new Alpha by slaying his own father and his brothers, and he was a savage who loved to feast on human flesh.

The hall was a scene of grotesque excess: tables groaned under the weight of half-eaten delicacies, and high-ranking Betas were draped over silken cushions, their faces flushed with gluttony. "What in the hell is this?" a young officer barked, swaying on his feet. He couldn't even see past the glare of the torches. "Who let this filth into the banquet? Guards! Drag this intruder out and take his head!" I stepped into the golden light of the hearth, pulling back my hood. Behind me, my elite guard filed in, their steel unsheathed and their eyes glowing with suppressed predatory hunger. The young officer’s face went a sickly shade of grey. The gold goblet in his hand hit the floor with a dull *

Lucas removed his shirt, literally ripping it off. However, the air hitting his skin did nothing to suppress the burn inside him. His gaze settled on the mirror—his eyes were glowing gold, his fangs ached, and his dick strained hard against his trousers. His senses heightened without warning—cries of pleasure, sexual groans, and the slapping of skin against skin reached his ears. Many of the nobles, both male and female, had gone to satisfy their lust, especially those with mates. They were taking turns, and it wouldn’t stop until the full moon was over.

Black dress hugging every curve, hair wild, face smeared with sauce and grease, eyes focused like she was hunting prey instead of devouring plates. Why was she eating so much? Was it a side effect of the fruit? The healers had warned about accelerated metabolism, about the body demanding fuel to rebuild what the poison had torn apart, but this… this was something else. She tore through platters like a starving beast, whole roasted legs of lamb disappearing in minutes, bread torn apart with her teeth, sauces dripping down her chin, her throat working hard as she swallowed huge bites without pause. The other contestants were slowing down, sweating, and looking sick.

What happened there, I wonder? “Now Zelena!” Galterio yelled and I quickly jumped forward to follow after him. We came to the kitchen and Galterio flicked on the lights. The night sky outside was dark and made the situation that much scarier. Galterio pulled out a chair at the large glass table and gestured for me to sit down. I sat down slowly and watched as he then went to the fridge and pulled out a rather large plate. He put it in the microwave and beeped a few buttons. He didn’t look up or turn around, just stood facing the microwave until it sounded its finished beeping song. He carried the plate over and slid it in front of me. A mountain of steaming beef, pork, and steak, filled the

I stated before looking at Cyrus. "Most of you were a dead give away including you, I mean who would look at someone as proud as you did when you saw my eating capabilities" I said a small laugh escaping my lips. "Mässäily" I whisper causing his head to shoot back up his eyes swirling an orange shade again "the name of the demon known as gluttony" I stated matter of factly. "Known as a never ending craving, never able to be satisfied, it can be in multiple ways such as lust and greedy but it's known to fall more under food as a way of coping" I stated.

Do guardian angels deal in savoury goods? /You’re losing it up here/ Livi warned as I tucked into the meal with relish. I ate like I’d never seen the inside of a palace. Brought up dining on golden plates, little nibbles, zero mess, absolutely no gulping. Now I had my elbows up in the air, tearing into ham like an unhinged criminal. /What if this is poisoned? How do we know Phillipe hasn’t found us and is drugging us right now?/ It would appear Livi is delving into paranoia too.

Zuberi sat quietly and watched as entrails uncurled from the bloody body and were devoured with barely any chewing. Babi grunted in gluttonous pleasure, enjoying the raw meat as if it were the most delicate of sweetmeats. The innocence and pure nature had infiltrated the blood, giving a flavour far more delightful than even the ambrosia enjoyed by the Greek deities. "You have done well, weakling," Babi trailed his tongue over his lips, removing the last traces of blood. "But however sated I now am, you do realise your work will be harder now? Even my reward to you will not protect you from discovery, a complex task amongst meddlesome humans."