Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

So hungry. As she licked the last traces of honey from her fingers, Cathy marveled at the change in her body. The constant, gnawing thirst that had plagued her for days was gone, replaced by a strange new awareness. She felt... alive. Vibrant. As if every cell in her body was humming with energy. ‘Alive. More alive than ever.’ "Guess that blood cocktail was some kind of supercharged protein shake," she mused, packing the leftovers into her bag. "Though I'm still not sure how I feel about drinking mystery fluids from mythical creatures."

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.

he explained gently. Caleb reached for my hand and squeezed. “Don’t worry, Babe. “It might just be stress. Just rest for now, okay? Do you need water?” I sighed weakly. “Yes, please,” I replied hoarsely, my throat parched and dry. As Caleb rose to fetch water, I tried to sit up. Strangely, I felt better, just thirsty and a bit weak. Caleb returned with a cup of water. I took a grateful sip, feeling it soothe my parched throat.

His eyes sparkled with a mixture of awe and gratitude, and his smile was radiant with joy. As Thane helped her sit up, River took a sip of water, feeling the cool liquid revive her parched throat and revitalize her exhausted body. The water seemed to trickle down her throat like a gentle stream, quenching her thirst and restoring her vitality. Thane stared unabashed at River, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, as if searching for answers to questions he did not even know how to ask. "What is the cause for that look, Thane?" River asked, a hint of wariness creeping into her voice.

My lips were dry and my throat burned in thirst. Heaving a sad sigh, my eyes traveled in the direction of the quarters. I groaned inwardly, calculating the long distance in my head. If only I could have a glass of cold water to quench my thirst. At the same time, I didn't want to leave my chores halfway. My eyes lit up in joy as a slave crossed my path holding onto a small flask. Walking to meet her, I tapped her shoulders slightly, forcing a nervous smile in greeting. “Hi, is that water?” I asked, licking my dry lips.

she coaxed sweetly. "That would be kind, thank you," Silas replied courteously. Tina stood up and walked over to her small coffee counter. "Something cold or hot? I have almost everything," she laughed flirtatiously. "Water will be fine, thank you," Silas responded, as he had only ever drank water.

Eden's POV I stand by the sink as the pipes reluctantly splutter to life. A small burst of water explodes from the faucet, followed by a steady trickle. I desperately cup my hands underneath, waiting for them to collect just enough liquid to bring it to my lips. I drink it down without a thought, the overwhelming thirst taking over any worries I might have had about its cleanliness. Thankfully, it tastes fresh enough, and my shoulders drop in relief as I press my wet hands against my face.

My throat felt parched, I needed air, I needed to quench a thirst, Reflexively, i reached for the nearest glass of water that was filled at the table, And Lucas's hands brushed against mine. “Y-you should have it..” i stuttered, avoiding his eyes. I might as well drown in them at this point. “Theres only one thirst that burns in me Victoria. And it has nothing to do with this glass of water.” He said, his voice coarse and heavy, …..

My throat locked completely, my body shaking as I fought for breath. In a flash of pure silver movement, Seth was across the room. His massive, heavy hand slammed firmly against my back, the alpha pressure breaking the blockage instantly. Before I could even gasp for air, he turned and poured a cup of fresh well water, thrusting it into my hand without a single word. I didn't care about my pride anymore. I grabbed the silver cup and slammed the water down my throat in one long, frantic gulp. Once the burning in my chest faded, Seth tilted his head, a teasing spark in his golden eyes. "Did my grandfather forget to feed my mate while I was at the border?"

Kael muttered to himself. "Jace-Prime is a machine," Sloane said, handing him a cup of dirty, hot water—water that had been boiled on a real fire. "He forgot what it’s like to be thirsty. Are you still thirsty, Kael?" Kael took a sip of the water. It tasted like metal and smoke. It was the worst thing he had ever tasted. He finished the whole cup. "I’m starving," Kael said.