Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

“Josh, I think we should stay away from the boss in the future. Otherwise, your fans are going to be jealous of her. I noticed that their faces were all clouded over just now…” Annabeth Cates cautiously reminded Josh. She then took a thermal flask out of her bag and uncapped it, handing it to him before adding, “Josh, have some bird’s nest drinks. It’s good for your throat.” Josh gradually opened his eyes and turned to Annabeth. “Got it.” Following that statement, he took the thermos from her and drank two mouthfuls of the bird’s nest drinks. His throat was as dry as a bone from the exertion. The bird’s nest drink really did help to moisten his throat.

I pounce on it going to my knees and scooping up the water to get it to my mouth. I lose more than I scoop up, but it is quenching my thirst. Soothing my dry throat. I continue to slurp up the water, when Jessica cautions, “Slow down, you do not want to make yourself sick.”. I take one last gulp of the delicious water and then lean my hands on my knees. I look at the stream and cannot help but ask, “How do you do this?”.

Alexis was hesitant, not sure who she was and when she glanced over at Maverick he seemed irritated not sure why "Come on sweetie drink the water...it's chilled" she added and moved the glass cup close until it connected with her lips. Alexis was nervous as she parted her lips to welcome the crystal-like cold water moisturizing her tongue. She took a large gulp than she intended to, swallowing the cool water down soothing her dry throat, and only then did she realize how thirsty she was that she took the entire glass from the woman and gulped down the entire liquid until she had finished all of it

PAST. SETH POV. I woke up in agony and I knew I was different. I also felt thirsty, very thirsty. My throat was parched as the desert sand and It felt as if I was going to die if I didn't get a drink soon. I was also sure it was not for water.

So, he had shot the ball at me on purpose, I swallowed dry spit as I nodded before going back to where I was sitting and didn't dare try to sleep again "Water" he ordered and I hurriedly took a bottle of water to him and watched as he gulped down the water, I wished the water was passing through my throat right now, my throat felt patched and dried, I am so thirsty that I am beginning to feel that there's no more spit in my mouth, "C...c...can I have a little please, I am so thirsty" I begged, hoping for a bit of mercy from him,

I hate myself and I hate my existence. Looking up, my eyes landed on the glass cup of milk on the table. Since my throat is sore and burning. I'm thirsty and craving for water. I reached for it and grabbed the glass cup of milk. I gulped down the whole content of the milk. I let out a sigh of relief as I gulped it all. It tastes good and perfect, and I love it. I let out a sigh from my lips. I shook my head with a sigh.

Before he got sober. He poured the blood into the cup. Took a whiff of the delicious smell. He savored them, the scent, the taste, the nutrition the liquid would offer. He would not waste a single drop if he could help it, although he could live without it. He could go months, years even, in constant thirst. That would torture him, make him half-dying, like a fish on shore, but still…

“It is blood. And it is the only thing that will quench the thirst that consumes you. Drink, girl, or you will die.” His words were flat, unyielding. No compassion, just brutal fact. My gaze darted between the flask of dark liquid and Lysander’s unreadable face. Die. The word echoed in my mind. Die here, after everything? After surviving Kieran’s rage and Rhys’s betrayal? After running from everything I knew? The thirst was a living thing inside me now, a monster gnawing at my insides. It pulsed, a rhythmic agony. My head throbbed. Every instinct screamed no, but my body was screaming survive.

Diane clung to my robe, stumbling occasionally but refusing to make a sound. After a few minutes, she tugged at my sleeve weakly. “Mom, my throat is burning,” she whispered, her voice tiny and cracked. My heart twisted painfully. The shock collar—the electric pulses dried the throat and drained the body. Of course, she would be thirsty. Severe electrical exposure always dehydrated its victims. Darlington knew that. That was why he fed her water in tiny measured doses, like she was a pet. I crouched down. “Oh baby, I know. The shocks make you thirsty. Just hold on a little longer.”