Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

She licked her finger. Pharrell was wide awake, but was in agony. His body was sweating profusely. He failed to keep in check as he fisted the sheets. He was having a fit which no one but his grandma, Marah and Philip would know about. He wanted something to quench his thirst, not with water though…with something metallic and red. He was thirsty for blood. "Uurgh!" He groaned frustratingly. The hand around the sheets. He turned and twisted, trying to fight two monsters that threatened to come out, each with its lust. Which one was he going to satisfy?

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.

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.

"When you mount humans, do they become wet for you?" Wilson snorted dismissively. "Those creatures? Only if you put in the effort to arouse them. I never bothered. They remain as dry as a land cursed with famine." Daemon had never bothered to 'arouse her' either, and she certainly didn't harbor any affection for him. So, where did all that moisture come from? "Do you experience thirst as well?" Daemon questioned again. "Thirst?" Wilson raised an eyebrow. “You mean for their blood? Are you referring to bloodlust? No, I haven't experienced it. I only indulge in their blood for amusement, or I wish to drain them to death. Why do you ask all this?"

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 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.

The silence enveloped me like a heavy blanket, broken only by the soft shuffle of my own footsteps echoing through the empty house. I retrieved a chilled water bottle from the fridge and poured its icy contents into a glass. Cold water has always been my preference, there's something about its crispness that quenches my thirst like nothing else. As the first sip trickled down my throat, followed by another, I couldn't resist the urge to gulp down the entire glass in one go. The icy cascade provided instant relief to the discomfort lingering in my parched throat.

Elva's POV We had to stop fighting when the fight was just getting started, "Another…attack?" I was panting for air as I walked to the table, there were bottles of water kept for us. Mowry shook her head, watching her stomach heal, "Nope…that's another problem" she was having a hard time speaking as well as we were both breathing heavily. I was relieved that it wasn't an attack. I picked one bottle and gulped down, water trickled inside of me soothing my burning lungs. "What happened then?" I ask, taking more gulps, I never knew that I was so thirsty until now. Mowry picked a bottle of water as well, "That type of siren means something has happened within our base, Usually some thievery, sud