Dangerous Thirst Novels & Stories

He says staring at his hands like he’s never seen them before. “What do you mean? Are you okay?” I walk towards him and he growls at me. “Don’t come close!” “What?!” “Just don’t come close, it’s dangerous. I feel dangerous.” “How exactly do you feel?” I’m trying to make sense out of what he’s saying but its hard. How does someone feel dangerous? “I feel like I’m about to wolf out but it’s worse than that. I feel thirsty.” “That's an easy fix. We’ll just find you some water to drink.” I answer calmly, relieved that it’s nothing serious.

Dehydration. Adira was no stranger to the feeling of overwhelming thirst. Some of the procedures the doctors put her through were extremely intense, completely draining in many instances, and water was just one of the things she found herself desperate for when they were over. At the warehouse, Adira had to grow used to constantly being unsatisfied and not having enough water or food, yet another way they tried to seize control she supposed, but that only made it more difficult for her to run.

"You must be thirsty." "I'd rather die of thirst than take anything from you," she hisses, but I can see the lie in her eyes. She needs water. The silver is not causing injuries on her, but it is smoking - it is hurting her, causing her body to dehydrate without physical effect. She is desperate for water, no matter who brings it.

I stumbled against the wooden shelf, gripping it for support as my vision became nothing more than a blurry sight, and the dryness in my throat started to itch badly, and the deep hunger in my belly burned furiously. It was almost maddening. I didn’t know when I rushed down the water in the jug Kali left for me, hoping to quench the sickening thirst growing inside of me. But I couldn’t quench it. It only grew worse. Irritatingly worse, grating on me, driving me insane along with everything I was feeling.

"Even in case you misplaced your memory, you have to nonetheless not forget the latest events, proper?" "...Yeah, however, I did sense a thirst at the time. At least, that female collapsed to the ground... The perfume of blood attracted me. I notion approximately sucking her blood, in case you hadn't seemed then... I likely could have attacked her directly." "..." "I'm very afraid sometimes." "Afraid of what...?" "Afraid of myself after I thirst for sparkling blood... Afraid I will grow to be every other person. If the 'thirst' can't be stopped, perhaps I may assault humans on sight without thinking... This feeling could be very scary."

Axel's P.O.V. "I'm gonna murder you. Trust me. As soon as I get out of this shit hole. If you can violate my fucking human rights, I'll violate yours and shot a bullet through your hairy fucking asshole." I threaten the security guard, not having the power to scream any more, and he doesn't wince either. Over the past day, he's heard much worse threats come out of my mouth - they're all making my situation worse, but I cannot help myself - all I can see is Sophie screaming in pain in the hospital, losing our baby and me not being able to be there for her because of my shit habits and shit history.

Fuck, why am I like this all of a sudden? He stood up and left the room in a rush. Panic was evident on his face but the bottle of rum was the only thing that I seem to find fancier that Hazard. I licked my lower lip when I felt its dried portion and stood up. I took my favorite pillow and hugged it before walking toward my destination. There was only one shot glass, I could literally see his fingerprints on it. I drank the remaining alcohol on it with just one thought in my mind; my lips are so dry, I want more.

Even though they were living with the Aaron’s, his mother would still go out for a jig or two sometimes. She claimed that she couldn’t be indoors all day doing nothing, she loved the thrill of danger. It kept her alive but could also take her life, now something more dangerous has happened and he was uncertain about her safety. Wether she would make it out of this danger or if the danger would take her away from him. Noah looked over at Sam again and saw that she had abandoned her meal and was dozing off, he looked back and saw that Liam was still strapped on tightly and was still sleeping soundly.

"What do you mean 'burn'?" I sighed, not wanting to tell him, but then I realized he should know. Maybe knowing might deter him from ever wanting to be one. "You feel like you're whole body is burning at the stake, but from the inside out. It feels like fire is spreading throughout your whole body and you beg for someone to kill you, but no one will. Then, the fire fades and becomes manageable until it finally fades away ... and you wake with an insatiable thirst that never completely quenches."

Beatrice and Maud were staring at him with an intensity that made him squirm in his chair. He tipped the carton, refilling his bowl. Maud gave him a grin. “Seems ye have hollow legs.” Thomas added more milk. “Got to make sure I’ve got enough carbs on board. Fatigue is the silent killer.” Beatrice walked up to the counter and placed her hands on the grey surface, she looked down at Thomas, and her face was blotched with simmering rage. “Some things are far more dangerous.” A puzzled frown appeared on Thomas’ face. “What can be more dangerous than death?”