Unscramble Devour Novels & Stories

“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.

Both. The Devourer lunged.

Immobile. “Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly. “Woman,” I growled at her. “Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

She called these people with super abilities Clan of Heightened Vision, Heightened Tactility, Heightened Auditory Senses, Heightened Olfactory Senses, and Heightened Gustatory Senses. "Have you ever visited the newly built food hub near the university with your friends?" Luna was interrupted from reading when he felt Bodie's fork poking her fork with his. "What?" She said in a daze. She had not been listening to Bodie's stories. "You did not listen to a word I said, didn't you?" Bodie sassed. He was almost done eating while Luna still had a lot on her bowl. "Sorry." "What's in that book that you're all rapt up?" Bodie asked with his brows furrowed with peeve.

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Because for the first time in an eternity of consumption—it remembered. It saw a distant, forgotten epoch before the void had hardened. Before the hunger had settled in its bones. Before consumption became its only function. It felt a warm frequency, seeing a distinct hand reaching out toward its form through the quiet dark of the prehistoric past. It heard an offer. An invitation. Friendship. The ancient memory violently shattered, and the Devourer screamed. It was a staggering, agonizing sound that shook the bedrock of creation—but it wasn't a roar of unbridled rage. It was a scream of pure, unfiltered pain.

She made her way to the deserted rooftop, settling down, eating her snack. Exerting a little force, she twitched the cap open, finishing the drink with two gulps. Anne unawarely squeezed the bottle, settled it against the ground and pressed it down forcefully. The poor bottle instantly became deform, and with the tissue from the sandwich, she aimed at the trash bin without getting up, and threw the trash.

Junnev accepts and takes a hearty chug, squeezing his face as the concoction boils down his throat like lava. “The fuck is this?!” “Ginger ale mixed with bourbon and a pinch of cheap whiskey.” Junnev was aghast, “What the fuck sort of concoction is that?!!” “The kind that'd keep you awake on cold lonely nights, force you to listen to your miseries and learn from them before you hit the snooze button like an old sailor's lamp,blown out by an impending storm.” “That doesn't make any sense.” “It shouldn't kid.” Burkely passes the poisoned concoction to Junnev again who accepts, raising the flask with a tip to Burkely.

I could taste blood on my lips, but he licked it up and withdrew away from me before I could react. "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath. "Catalina, what have you done to me? Why do I want to devour you so badly?"