Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

desire and need build to a desperate point as the alien trembled. Sloan gulped the fluid that flowed from the alien. He tried to pinpoint the taste. That wasn't jizz, and it wasn't saliva. Raspberries? Sloan licked and tried to place that particular essence. Raspberries and cool refreshing water. He drank and drank. He needed the water, and he savored it like this was the most delicious thing he'd ever had slip over his tastebuds. The flavor was like life and light. His mind seemed to expand with every suck.

With a shrug, she took the food to her room and started eating. After she finished, she returned the plates to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water noting how dry her throat felt. It was rather uncomfortably dry for her liking. The dryness persisted after she drank the water all at once, so she poured herself another glass. Soon, the seawater she boiled for drinking finished making Ivy frown. . How is it possible that she wants more? Is it the seawater? Though she knows that it wasn't a good water, she won't fall sick from it, it's a perk of being an immortal.

Giulia says as she looks back at me, and my eyebrows furrow. "Really. I thought they were obsessed with blood," I reply, and she shrugs. "They track using a prey's blood, but we have researched them. Since we heal fast and we know they can't kill us with just their bites, we have run experiments. We force a thirsty one to go without food for a few days, and then we put our arms through the bars. The thirsty ones always bite, and we have found that they suck everything out. They have venom in their mouths that liquify most tissues. So they literally suck their prey completely dry. We have dissected squirrels that they have caught, and the theory has been confirmed every time. Our blood kills

I know I am no longer hungry but I am still hallucinating. “I will just buy water first and let me think about it,” I told him, giving a spark to his eye that gives him hope. Drinking water will help you circulate your blood and that is what I need to do right now. I need to drink water so that my blood can circulate well. Maybe this is the reason why I am hallucinating. It is because I need water. I went out and I went to the store to buy water. I will know later when I come back. Simon is no longer there because he is already dead. While walking I heard two mothers talking. One is holding his infant while smoking. While the other one keeps on scratching his nose. I don’t know why but she l

“I need your help to ensure it goes in my favor.” My throat is dry, raw, and aching. I reach for the water bottle and unscrew the cap. I want to gulp it down, drown myself in it, but I sip slowly instead, just enough to soften the dryness—not enough to quench the gnawing thirst. I give Braden a nod in return but really that could mean anything.

But Phobos binds me to him not enabling me to do so. "Stay. Just a few more seconds." He states as I gag and choke on his spurting blood unable to consume all of what is seeping whilst my ears catch the content gulps of my male who drinks me up. My parched sore throat gathers more of his rejuvenating serum that glides down the inner walls to soothe me, the taste of him is so gratifying that a compulsive need to keep drinking provokes me. "Theia, that is enough."

Nick could no longer see. Both of his eyes were swollen shut. Pete had been stripped down to his underwear, sliced and tortured by cuts and salt. Nick’s hand felt as if it were going to burst open for the pressure at any moment. The pain was excruciating. They were both in pretty bad shape. Both of them were dying of thirst . They were only given salt water to drink, which they didn’t. Nick had been waiting for an opening to get free, or for one of the goons to make a mistake so he could reap the benefits of that and dive something, but it ever happened.

Before I push on the shop door I turn to him, keeping my voice low needing him to understand the severity of what him finding me, might mean for Ben and Beth. “Two of them are werewolves, but they think I am completely human.” I push on the door, the bell ringing to announce our entry. I know exactly what I want…water. My cocktail days in the apartment block’s bar are long gone. I can’t even remember the last time I tasted alcohol. We need fresh bottles of water for our continued travels tomorrow as well as my own body experiencing a sudden thirst at the back of my throat. This is when alcohol would actually help. It would qualm my inner nerves from having Pierce with me.

He closed his eyes for a moment, this reality also took some getting used to. The girls calmed down and now sat next to their brother every now and then pushing him in the side. Kim tried to brush them off, but he didn't even try to get up. Vic easily jumped back onto the cliff and handed the flask to the children. Lana and Mila greedily pounced on the water. Hearing that they were taking away each other's flask, the teenager forced himself to tear himself away from the road and take a sitting position. - This is water? he croaked. - I'm dying of thirst.

(Morgan's POV) Thirst woke me, my throat so dry I was almost convinced I was going to choke on the air I was breathing. My tongue felt dry and thick, and there was only one thought reverberating through my throbbing skull... water. I sat up and looked around the small, empty cabin. No Flynn. No Owen. No Oliver. No stutterer. No one to ask to bring me a drink. Fuck. With no other options, I pulled myself to my feet, my body aching all the while, then stumbled toward the jug on the bureau, using the table for support as soon as I was close enough.