Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Half past one in the morning. I swallowed my saliva to moisten my dry throat even though it didn't reduce my thirst. I've been asleep for almost fourteen hours ... No wonder I feel so thirsty, the last time I drank blood was almost twenty four hours ago. Before I could open it, the door in front of me opened first. Automatically my feet took a few steps back but a hand stopped me and pulled me into a very familiar embrace. I took a quick breath in in surprise, the delicious smell filled my lungs making my thirst even worse. Before I could open my mouth to say his name, his hands wrapped around me so tightly that I couldn't hold back the corners of my mouth to form a smile.

"Uhm... Josiah?" He looked my way. "Hmm?" "Can I go to the kitchen? I'm thirsty." He nodded and smiled. "Sure." I smiled back. I was really thirsty, so I quickly walked to the kitchen and opened their fridge. The cold water inside the pitcher was calling me, and I instantly grabbed it and poured a glass and drank it in three gulps. The cold sensation of the water travelling from my tongue down to my throat was giving me a sense of relief. "Jillian?"

The house reverberates from it. I access the fridge and grab ahold of the glass jug of water. I drink most of it with my eyes closed in silent gratitude. I swear it felt like I had gone days without water even though it was actually only one day. When I blink my eyes open, right across the island there is none other than Yasir. I nearly yelp in fright as I bring my hand up to my chest. "Mmm.. no one made drinking water look that good." His voice slips out croaky and he clears his throat before continuing. "I'm thirsty as hell, it needs quenching."

He used his body temperature to heat the mineral bottle water up. After getting in the car, she had been talking to Noah. Samantha was really thirsty, so when she saw the mineral bottle water handed over by Nikolai, she thanked him, then took it and drank it. "Uncle, I am thirsty too" Seeing Samantha drinking water, Noah felt thirsty too. He inched over to ask Nikolai for water. Nikolai smiled, opened another bottle water from the storage box, opened it and handed it over to Noah. "Here you are"....

"The moon invited the silver wolves? That's perfect! I'll take you to your table." On the table, a mini-fountain of fruit drink is flowing and we pick our own glasses to scoop. Sherizzah mixed a piece of tablet in my drink and I haven't tasted it yet when the extreme spice of the water's scent itched my throat. "It's a special mint to make strong drinks. That might itch your throat and leave you hoarse later," she informed, and then whispered, "But just pretend that your throat hurts throughout the celebration." "What? Why—?"