Thirst Smallville Novels & Stories

Pain ripped through her body, hot and searing, like her veins were on fire. She gasped, stumbling, then collapsed onto her knees with a strangled scream. “Chloe!” Valerius was beside her in an instant, his hands bracing her shoulders as she writhed. “What is it? Tell me what’s happening.” Her nails clawed into the dirt, her whole body shuddering. She lifted her head, eyes wild, lips trembling. “I’m… I’m so thirsty.” His jaw tightened. “There’s no water here, we’ll go further down, I’ll…”

A rim of cool metal presses against my lips. Liquid sloshes at the barrier of cracked skin, cooling, life giving. Water. The moment I taste it I realize how thirsty I am. My throat aches with dryness. I drink greedily, gulp after gulp, until the cup is empty. I'm panting when I'm done, my throat burns. “Easy there. That’s it,” the voice murmurs, “slow breaths.” I inhale, shaky. My vision blurs, then begins to sharpen.

I make no move to acknowledge him or his offerings. Even when he speaks to me, I stand resolute and stubborn. “Are you hungry?” I hear what sounds like a metal tray being placed on the ground. “At the very least, you have got to be thirsty. I brought a couple of bottles of water.” Water sounds amazing, just the thought of it making my mouth salivate. I am so thirsty that my tongue feels like it is sticking to the roof of my mouth and my throat feels like sandpaper when I swallow. My head is stuffy and aching both from the dank dampness of my surroundings and from all the crying that I have done. I know that drinking that water would make me feel better but I can not do it. It is like this is

as she pushed the blunt into Becky's hand and she turned her champagne glass all the way up. Becky gave in and she took herself a big long toke. She turned beet red and she instantly started to cough like her lungs were slap cut off. She started to drool and once she caught her breath, she looked up at them and she grinned as she tried to wipe the saliva off of her face with her pajama sleeve. She picked her glass up and she guzzled down it's contents in a few big gulps. She looked at Caine and she asked him, "why am I so damned thirsty right now?" Josh threw his head back and he laughed from his belly and he said, "because you are as high as a moon cricket my dear princess."

It was like he was speaking to a kitten with its claws out. I didn't know notice my thirst before. When Chase mentioned it, I felt my throat run dry. It felt like I have been starved of moisture for months. "I knew you were going to get something." I said to save my slipping dignity, "Don't change the subject Chase. This is not the effect of drugs or alcohol at work here. I like you. No, cancel that. I love you, Chase." Chase went to the kitchen and took a glass cup. He grabbed a bottled water from the fridge before sitting back down.

I pour a cup of tea out for myself, pretty happy with how effortlessly I maneuver the pot one-handed, but Xiao turns over her cup and glances up at me apologetically. “I’m off caffeine. Too high strung as it is.” “Right. I should have asked. Do you want something else?” She casually brushes the air with the back of her hand. “But if we could circle back to the presence of thralls in Wyrding House? Or the lack of them, I guess?”

Lawrence was pleased with his choice. William awoke from a deep sleep one night because he was thirsty. He went out of his room to get some water because his throat was dry. He walked past their living room and noticed that it was exactly midnight. His thirst grew stronger, so he dashed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, took a bottle of water, and drank it. He was still thirsty after drinking the half-empty water bottle, so he drank again until the bottle was empty, but the thirst he felt was not gone, rather, it is getting worse. He drank some juice from a can, but it didn't help quench his thirst. His throat was already sore which caused William to sweat profusely.

My throat felt parched, I needed air, I needed to quench a thirst, Reflexively, i reached for the nearest glass of water that was filled at the table, And Lucas's hands brushed against mine. “Y-you should have it..” i stuttered, avoiding his eyes. I might as well drown in them at this point. “Theres only one thirst that burns in me Victoria. And it has nothing to do with this glass of water.” He said, his voice coarse and heavy, …..

She licked her finger. Pharrell was wide awake, but was in agony. His body was sweating profusely. He failed to keep in check as he fisted the sheets. He was having a fit which no one but his grandma, Marah and Philip would know about. He wanted something to quench his thirst, not with water though…with something metallic and red. He was thirsty for blood. "Uurgh!" He groaned frustratingly. The hand around the sheets. He turned and twisted, trying to fight two monsters that threatened to come out, each with its lust. Which one was he going to satisfy?

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.