Endless Thirst New World Novels & Stories

She wasn’t going to completely trust this man not to do anything sneaky. She stayed awake the entire drive. Hours went by and it didn’t seem like the mercenary was stopping for anything, not even to take a piss. Her mouth had gone dry. She’d already been thirsty back at the caravan and she was now parched. Her lips were peeling with how dry they were. She was to the point she thought she might do anything for a drop of water. Thirst was the first thing she found that made her desperate. The hours passed much slower than when she was riding in the back of the caravan. So slow that she was starting to lose her mind. All she could focus on was the touch of the mercenaries hand on her stomach an

A rim of cool metal presses against my lips. Liquid sloshes at the barrier of cracked skin, cooling, life giving. Water. The moment I taste it I realize how thirsty I am. My throat aches with dryness. I drink greedily, gulp after gulp, until the cup is empty. I'm panting when I'm done, my throat burns. “Easy there. That’s it,” the voice murmurs, “slow breaths.” I inhale, shaky. My vision blurs, then begins to sharpen.

A mixed reaction of laughter, tears, and goosebumps. "Please give me some water. I am thirsty." I demand, but he disappears without saying a word. Knowing that the desperado will never grant my wish, I rely on my saliva to quench my thirst in the absence of water. The guys look so weak that I feel compelled to help out, even though I don't know how.

"But remember this: the Architects aren't the only ones watching the Spire. There are other cities in the Ash. Other Kings. And they aren't going to play a game for what they want." The First Drink An hour later, in the lower tiers, the first of the clean water fountains began to spray. Elara watched as a line of "New Breed" children, their fur matted and grey, drank their fill. Kael sat beside her, wrapping a thermal bandage around her ribs. He didn't have a spark, but the heat of his hand was enough. "We won the water," Kael said softly. "What's next on Rhys’s list?" Elara looked at the dark horizon, where the blinking silver light of Julian was the only star in the sky.

Martha was still there, slumped against her pillar, exhausted but alive. ​The mercenaries who had been following the water—men in black tactical gear and breathing masks—were floating in the water, their weapons useless. They weren't dead, but they were trapped in the shimmering, thickened water, unable to move. ​Alaric looked at his hands. He looked at me. He looked like a god who had just remembered he was once a man. ​"It's over," he whispered. ​"No," I said, looking up at the skylight. I could hear the helicopters circling above. I could hear the Council members screaming into their radios. "The flood was the end of the old world. Now, we go to the surface and start the new one."

My cock, however, was aching in a completely different manner, a heavy, persistent throb of unfulfilled need from the denied orgasm the night before. The panel flickered, updating with the new day's information. The words were stark and impersonal, a list of demands for a life I never chose. [Daily Reset: 23:59:58...] [New Day. New Debt.] [Daily Quests Issued:] [Quest 1: Edge 4x before noon. Mental screenshot required for each completion.] [Reward: 50 points.] [Quest 2: Write "Daddy owns this hole" 50x on skin. Photo proof required.] [Reward: 100 points.]

I don’t want to dirt his bed. "There's nothing like this in our village. I'm just used to street games," I said while looking at the words 'Game over' on the screen of his big television. "Street games, huh?" That seemed new to him. I turned to Luxious. "Street games like: chasing, hide-and-seek, heaven and hell, and more. It's fun especially when you have a lot of friends." Luxious went silent. "Why?" I was nervous at the expression on his face.

The Hive Queen's citadel crumbles as the roots consume it, her screams cut short. Eden gasps, his skin splitting into bark. "Go... before it... anchors..." The Hunter drags me back as the roots spread, weaving a new world over the old. Eden's body disintegrates, his smile the last thing to fade. The hunger never ends. But now, it's *ours*. --- **Kelly Thompson's POV** The new world isn't kind. It's *alive*.

Save the soul of innocent and be the savior it needs } {Reward: New Followers? (Grandmaster Level), Treasure of Ancient} {Penalty: Failure of saving the target will inflict a Curse of Undead and Tide of Undead on you and your nations} ".…..Wow, that's kinda over the top….by the way, what is a Tide of Undead?..".

“I wish I could just drink from you. Your blood makes me feel so fucking good, but the thirst… it just doesn’t go away.” She gulps audibly, and I know how dry her throat must feel, even after drinking her fill from me. She almost drained Inez, she drained at least two dozen prisoners, and she’s still thirsty. I’m going to have to get her used to drinking the blood we have stored in the kitchens, but for now I want her to get it fresh from the source. The way we are supposed to feed.