Thicker Than Water Novels & Stories

Omar asked. "Tributary?" The demon fox appeared confident that the crowd could not escape him, and it grinned. "You're wrong. This is not the Lost Soul River's tributary, but the source! The Lost Soul River's water is ten times denser than ordinary water, but its source is at least 20 times heavier!" Buzz —

Elara asked, her bog-iron fingers groaning as she tried to shift her side against the locked teeth of the cylinder. "The margin stays empty " Thorne said, his wire brush dropping into the lime-slurry. "The wolves will have the timber and the refugees will have the glass. The capital won't be able to read the page. They’ll look at the west and see nothing but a big blue blot where the ink didn't take." Through the iron gratings beneath her heels a cold surge of water began to rise. It was the salty brine of the mountain’s lowest aquifer, the old well-water that had been buried deep below the first foundation stone. The water was rising fast, its surface covered in a white foam of lye-soap.

"Don't be." Thomas fell silent and crouched down near the river, splashing his face. The cool water slipped between his lips and made him shudder. It tasted so pure, soothing his raw throat and refreshing his skin. Even though the water met the sea, it had no taste of salt or any rot that the brine carried.

Else. Something. Darker.

” from me. I felt him push the thick head against my hole.The water made everything smoother, but the stretch still burned beautifully as he sank in—inch after thick inch. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet, gasping as he bottomed out, balls pressed against me, his pubic hair tickling my skin underwater. He didn’t wait. He started fucking me with deep, rolling thrusts that made the water splash gently around us. Every stroke dragged over my prostate, sending sparks up my spine.

POV: Mei Ling The water rose so fast it felt like a living thing, clawing its way up my chest and wrapping its freezing arms around my neck. It was thick, black, and tasted of ancient mud and the bitter waste of the upper palace kitchens. I choked, swallowing a mouthful of the gritty sludge, the coldness of it sending a sharp, blinding pain straight to my temples.

There's a thing that happens when you step onto freshly resurfaced ice for the first time of the season. It's not the cold, though the cold hits you like a wall the second you push through that rubber curtain, sharp enough to make your eyes water and your lungs do a little surprised hiccup. It's not the smell, either, that specific mix of freezer burn and old rubber and something metallic that probably has a technical name I've never bothered to learn. It's the sound, more like the absence of it.

The floor disappeared out from underneath them as the entire village was inundated with water. Thorn, Hugo, and James all breathed in a lungful of air before sinking into the deep sea. As they were floating down, Thorn heard a fit of shrill laughter echoing around him. He tried to open his eyes and look around. The sound dissipated. The water’s bright surface was overhead, strewn with floating wreckage and clumps of earth. As Thorn fell deeper, the surface began to disappear. Suddenly, Thorn felt sleek scales brushing against his skin. Seconds later, several creatures loomed around them.