Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

JESSICA’S POV The sun setting through the small holes of North Spire was not beautiful. It was a bloody screaming orange that made the stone walls bleed with fresh blood. I was sitting on the end of the cot, and my fingers were doing the chilled silver of the collar. Whenever I thought about Kai the metal throbbed and would hurt me with a sharp piercing pain, reminding me that I was disconnected. The Bond-Thirst had developed--a hollow, aching hunger in my marrow only to be appeased by the smell of an Alpha. It was missing, and I felt my skin was tight, my blood too thin.

His words were a blow, abrupt and unflinching, the reality seeping in. I swallowed, my voice little more than a whisper. "We need to get out, fix the pack," I whispered, glancing down at the bottle I held, the Silverbloom within it sparkling. "Then make those bastards pay." My voice was harsh with fury and sorrow, my thirst for vengeance burning.

Poor boy thinks he has a chance, little does he know she won't fuck anything below her her extremely high standards. She takes her smile away before he has his fill, and Nova nods to the drink in her hand. I watch as she reluctantly takes a sip, scanning it like I may have poisoned her. The chances of her being poisoned by me have been lowered by over 80%. Her phone buzzes and she sighs. “Nova, let us take a rain check, okay?” “I'll see you after work.” My sister grins, waving as Thalia walks away. When she passes a trashcan, she tosses her drink in the garbage and flips her hair over her shoulder.

I ask. Rich just smiles like I didn’t just snap at him. “Trying to get some work done. But you need to drink.” I eye the glass warily. He tilts his head, expression calm but expectant. “Come on, you’re not gonna make me force-feed you water, are you?” Hesitating for a second then I reach out and take the glass. It’s cool against my palm, the condensation slicking my fingers. I take a small sip, letting it sit on my tongue before swallowing. The water feels like heaven against my dry throat.

"By the way, pour me a glass of water. I am so thirsty." "In your dreams. You're acting like a rebellious teenager right now. You're so addicted to games that you even forgot to drink water. If this were to spread out, who would believe that you're Master Mo?" "Although Nathaniel was nagging, he quickly poured Carlson a glass of water and handed it over." Carlson got up and drank all the water in one gulp. Only then did his throat feel much more comfortable. "After that, he lay down again." "I'm just Carl here, I don't want to be Master Mo."

If Lily thought a few glimpses of her delectable form were enough to satiate the all-consuming lust she had unleashed, she was sorely mistaken. No, this was merely the inception of our starvation. We had developed an undying thirst, a carnal ache to consume her very essence until we had thoroughly ruined her for any other man. Lily's luscious body was a feast we intended to gorge ourselves on until we were sated. And based on the dark promise flickering in Hunter's eyes, neither of us had any intention of depriving ourselves much longer. I poured two generous glasses of rich cabernet, the dark liquid sloshing invitingly. Hunter joined me, our shoulders brushing as we stood shoulder to should

Thanks to Oliver, my dreams that night were way too vivid for my own good. The next morning, I drifted into the office looking half-dead with dark circles under my eyes. Tracy dragged me into the break room and bluntly announced that a man had clearly sucked the life out of me. I poured myself a cup of coffee and nodded weakly. "A top-tier incubus, too..." Before I could finish speaking, a shadow fell beside me, carrying that familiar cold woody scent.

Then he held the bottle out toward Lilith. “Lilith. Trust me. It’s okay.” Lucas’s voice was so calm. Their gazes met again. Slowly, Lilith nodded. Lucas raised the bottle to Lilith’s lips. “I’m here,” Lucas whispered again. “You’re not alone.” Lilith closed her eyes, then took a small sip. Her body immediately tensed. The thirst that had been tormenting her for the past few days slowly subsided, ever since she’d first practiced drinking blood. Her breathing returned to normal. Lilith’s eyes turned brown. A few seconds later, she began to cry.

All my fantasies came back quickly with the opportunity to make them a reality. I cleared my throat again and got up. "I'm thirsty." I said my voice hoarsely. "Would you like something to drink?" I asked as I walked towards the little bar in the corner. "I'm a minor." She answered. "Juice or soda is good." She continued.

“My queen!! How are you feeling? Are you okay? I have been so worried about you –“ she just bombards me questions and statements , and before I could answer any of them , she just continues. “Bri – Britne – “ I try to call her name but my dry throat begins to itch. I start coughing profoundly which catches Britney’s attention. “Oh yes , you must be very thirsty!” he exclaims , almost talking to herself. I hear water being poured in to a cup , and soon a cool ceramic cup was softly pressing against my lips. I slowly part my lips and feel pure satisfaction when the ice cold liquid flows down my throat ; quenching my thirst. After a few big sips , she pulls it away from me and leaves it on the