Supreme Devouring God Novels & Stories

He was the master of the battlefield and he wasn’t just a wolf, he was the devil. A creature that wanted not only to rule the packs, but to enslave them. He fed on their fear, and with every death, he only grew stronger. There were rumors that he hated the moon goddess and wanted more power and glory, that he even made a deal with hell to steal wolf’s power. “The Devourer had burned villages and drowned rivers in blood. He was the only one that could take a man’s power for himself. He could turn a strong powerful wolf into a wolfless sack of nothing. But then, someone more powerful came to help…”

Xal'dar, drawing upon his dwindling memories of Xylos' forgotten libraries, scoured for knowledge of similar creatures from his world. One evening, as they huddled around a flickering candle, Xal'dar slammed a weathered scroll on the table. "The Devourer," he rasped, his voice laced with a newfound urgency. "That's what the creature is called. A being born from the essence of a dying world, its sole purpose to consume and destroy." Evie's heart hammered against her ribs. "Is there anything in the text about defeating it?" Xal'dar shook his head, despair clouding his eyes. "Only legends… whispers of a weapon forged from the combined essence of two worlds, a weapon capable of banishing the Dev

“Ah, the little fox monster dares to eat me!” “Why am I not eating? You are the only son of the Queen of the Gods and the Lord of the Gods. Gods, humans demons, and other creatures in the nine worlds are all in your hands. If I eat you, perhaps I will be able to increase my strength by ten thousand years.” When the Fire God León de Fuego heard this, he smiled faintly. “Maybe someone did use that vile trick… Did Rey de Los Lobos, the God of Thunder, come looking for you?”

Alexander once said that if a high-grade soldier was armed with weapons that were created from high-grade exotics would be invincible. He was not wrong as this was proven countless times in battles and wars involving countries and organizations. The big 5 used their High-Grade Warriors in the Supremacy War to dominate. This was the main reason why they became winners within the war. Soldiers that had their breakthroughs would be categorized as high-grade warriors, while their normal counterparts were categorized as low-grade warriors or just normal soldiers. The Supremacy War was 50 years ago, this solidified the hierarchy between the soldiers.

"Kill me?" The evil Emperor Grand raised his eyebrows and a grin appeared on his face. "Boy, although you are very excellent, you don't know how high and wide the sky and earth are. Just a half-step Emperor Grand, you dare to say that you will kill me? Next, I will let you understand clearly, what? What is the true power of the Emperor Grand! Demonic divine attack! Devour the soul and destroy the god!" A gray-black light flower burst out, filled with endless devils and creatures howling, devils devouring creatures, creatures are also devouring devils, this is the form of Demon Devouring miserable force.

The air around Sanctuary starts to bend and warp. I look at Adrian. His eyes are fully gold now, he’s determined and ready. "Whatever comes," Adrian says, "we face it as us, not as an apex predator and human and not as an enemy and ally but as one." "As one," I repeat. The sky above Sanctuary splits open. And something ancient and impossible emerges. Something that makes the world go silent in terror. Something that looks like hunger made flesh. The devourer has arrived.

“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.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.