God-like Extraction Novels & Stories

My eyes began to glow white hot. “You're draining me! Stop!” Thomas kicked and flailed as I lifted his entire frame off the ground. “A corrupt being such as you should never be gifted with such power.” I said as I continued to feel his energy flowing up my arm and into me as I siphoned his body of all the energy and power he was given at birth.

It was as impressive as it was terrifying. My eyes continued to shamelessly scan him over. His head was almost shaven with only very short midnight black hair that gave him a tough exterior. There was an evident pleased smirk playing in the corner of his mouth and as I met the deep green-blue color of his eyes with my own I gasped. It was evident that this was the god Enosos, the god witch my mother had bargained with. The whole thing filled my with dread but also with curiosity. He beamed of passion and excitement as he his eyes only focused on me. He clearly had enjoyed my ogling.

Her eyes lingered on my body like a prized possession, after which she whistled. "This is an exquisite shape-shifting curse unlike any I've seen before." She squatted when she finally got to me, dragging me up by my hair. I whimpered in pain, unable to move much due to the pain from the shock. Just then, Theodora turned back, focusing her gaze on Marcel. "Now you've seen how dangerous her umbra wolf is. I suggest we commence with the extraction ritual now." She stated solemnly. Extraction ritual? Oh no...

Unlocking the front door we walked in. “I did never give you that blow job at your desk.” His eyebrow raised towards me. The front door shut and before we could even move to the living room I unbuckled his belt. His eyes staring at me intensely made me even more excited. I undid his trousers and with his boxers dropped them to the floor. His dick sprang up to greet me and it was rock hard. I got on my knees and his hand came to the back of my head. I grabbed his dick with my hand and slowly stroked it up and down. Dimitri’s eyes never left me as I slowly licked the tip of his dick. Running my tongue all the way down and back up as I grabbed his thigh with my free hand made Dimitri’s eyes cam

I walked out of the study, down the spiraling stone stairs, and out into the sunlit central plaza of Aethelgard. The city was beautiful. People were laughing near the fountains. The air was clean. I walked straight to the massive, black-iron Apex Node towering in the center of the square. I took off my gloves. My thick burn scars brushed against the cold metal as I placed both hands flat against the base of the monolith. I didn't read the biological current of the people around me. I sank my consciousness entirely into the iron. Elias hadn't felt it because Elias reads the flesh. He reads the souls, the emotions, the empathy. But the network didn't run on pure biology. It ran on the physical

His eyes, usually so cold and calculated, were wide with a genuine, bone-deep terror. For centuries, he had played God, manipulating bloodlines and creating monsters, but he had never stood in the presence of two unleashed primordials. He had wanted to witness the power, but he hadn't realized that the power would want to consume him. "Retreat!" Lihont’s voice cracked, losing its arrogant edge. "Fall back! Now!" The remaining handful of abominations didn't need to be told twice. They scrambled into the dark brush, moving with a desperate haste.

She took another fast-paced step forward her wet boots sliding through the pink puddle around Marcus’s legs. "The... The song... Won't work... Sierra " Kemi choked out her Akwa Ibom cadence dropping into a flat mechanical monotone that sounded exactly like the automated voice from the Swiss banking terminals. Her left hand holding the trocar trembled violently as if she were fighting her own muscles from the inside. "Jonathan... Holds the master... Root... Authority... From New York. The transponder... Is drawing power... From my arterial line. It’s forcing... My hand... To complete... The extraction." "What extraction?!" Christian roared, his arm tensing as he prepared to swing the iron bar

“Stabilization. The True Alpha must be restrained in a sigil circle. His strength was suppressed but not extinguished.” “He resists?” “Constantly.” A flicker of irritation crosses my expression. “Good,” I correct myself. “Resistance means potency.” “Phase two. Controlled extraction. Small amounts at first. The blood must be immediately introduced to a prepared vessel.” “Prepared how?” “Physically strong. Mentally disciplined. Loyal.” “Loyal to me,” I add. “Preferably.” “And phase three?” She hesitates slightly and that catches my attention. “Speak.”

was no longer a shell—she was a Storm. The "Liquid Despair" shrieked as it was refracted by the "Authentic Life" of a goddess who had finally been Fed by her own Scorned. It vanished into a spray of cyan pixels, its "Extractions" incinerated by the fact that Divinity is not a Resource—it’s a Choice.

I am unable to think of anything now but him. - I don't want to hurt you- I murmur scared. I see his eyelids start to close so I pluck up my courage and start inserting the tweezers into the wound. I have no experience with this and that only increases my urge to finish now. The sound of the flesh sliding the metal inside it makes me gag and I can do nothing but cry like a baby when I see Azael squeeze his eyes tightly.- Sorry ...