Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

Throat raw and parched from crying, I trudge down the stairs for a glass of water. I’m not surprised to see the clubhouse still up and about, except that it’s only a handful of people. “Wren!” Lizzy waves me over from the bar, and I’m truly grateful to see her. “Hey,” I croak, throat hurting. “Can I get some water please?” “Of course.” She smiles, rolling a bottle of water to me. I gulp it down, enjoying the coolness that soothes my throat. “Thank you.” She winks, wiping down the counters.

(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.

Still trying to breathe enough to balance myself, I say, "I suppose so! Honestly, I had no idea my throat was so deep! I could feel you in my chest." He laughs and insists that if that was the first time I had ever done that, then he can't wait to see how much better I get. Dean rolls over, grabs the pitcher of water from earlier—ice cubes fully melted into the warmer water—and drinks straight from the pitcher. He puts the pitcher in my direction and asks, "Thirsty?" offering much-needed refreshment. "Oh, hell yeah," I reply with wide-eyed excitement. I express gratitude for quenching my thirst, both of my thirsts.

"Drink, Aiden. Just a little." I managed to take a few sips, the warmth of the broth soothing my dry throat. It was a small comfort, but it helped. But all on my mind right now… Was revenge!!!!!!

“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.

I’m not sleeping anywhere except next to her, and we both know it. “Not really,” she murmurs, voice rough, “but I’m really thirsty. My throat feels like sandpaper.” I slip on some undies and turn around. Her hand curls around her neck as if she’s trying to coax moisture back into existence, eyes drifting — unapologetically — over my chest. And suddenly I’m thinking the thirst isn’t only from the drugs. She’s affected. Almost as much as I am. That thought makes me smile. “Can we watch Dexter?” she asks.

ELARA "No, I'm okay," I replied, even though my parched throat was screaming the exact opposite. Shawn didn't argue. As though he'd seen straight through the lie, he reached for the flask of water on the bedside table, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into a glass. The soft rush of water alone made my mouth ache with thirst. "Here." "Thank you," I murmured, wrapping my fingers around the cool glass. I lifted it to my lips and drained every last drop in one desperate gulp, not realizing just how thirsty I had been until the water was gone.

“My throat is hurting.” The alpha only hummed, walking straight to the small wooden desk beside Gavin’s mattress to pour some water. Carrying the glass of it in her hands, she sat down the edge of the mattress by Gavin’s leg, and handed him the drink. Gavin gratefully accepted it, bringing the water to his mouth to carefully take a sip. He did not expect the sudden surge of thirst that consumed him at the first drop of it. So, he tipped the glass to drink more, spilling some as he greedily takes in a mouthful.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc