Syllables World: Mastering Syllable Identification - How many syllables in Devoured?

How many syllables in Devoured?

devoured has 3 syllables

Split Devoured into syllables?

de-voured

Definition of Devoured

To eat something quickly and eagerly.

How should Devoured divide into syllables

The first syllable 'de' has a short e vowel sound and the second syllable 'voured' has a long o vowel sound. The word has three consonants: d, v, and r.

Part of Speech - Devoured

Verb

I devoured my pizza before anyone else could grab a slice.

Sentences with Devoured

The hungry lion devoured the entire gazelle in seconds.
I was so hungry that I devoured my sandwich in one bite.
The kids devoured the entire bowl of popcorn during the movie.
The caterpillar devoured the entire leaf before moving on to the next one.
She devoured the book in one day, it was so good.
The bear devoured all of the salmon in the river.
He devoured the pizza before anyone else could take a slice.
The little girl devoured her ice cream cone and asked for seconds.
The monster devoured the entire village.
The dog devoured the entire steak when no one was looking.

Quotes with Devoured

I have devoured many a good library.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
I am a part of all that I have met.
I was a little excited but mostly blorft. “Blorft” is an adjective I just made up that means ‘Completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.’ I have been blorft every day for the past seven years.
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.
Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
I cannot live without books.
So many books, so little time.
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.