Thirst Smallville Novels & Stories

"No..." "I'm just here to watch, you can continue" he ordered, staring right into Vivian's eyes. For a second, he felt a sharp pain in his heart seeing the sadness in her eyes and at that particular moment he couldn't help but be thirsty for blood. He was so damn thirsty and he was eager to quench his thirst. "Al..."

"Doctor? Why are you calling?….what? I’m coming right away." He ended the call and hurriedly grabbed his keys. *** Samson’s throat burned with thirst. He had run all night, barefoot and weak, still in his hospital clothes. The wind bit into his skin, it feels like he will collapse any time soon from being thirsty. He spotted a small house ahead and staggered toward it. He rang the doorbell with trembling fingers. A young woman appeared, holding a baby on her hip. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked, puzzled. Samson lifted his head, lips dry and cracked. "Water... please. I need water."

“I can’t do this, Ingrid. I can’t anymore...” Lucas looked at Lilith gently. “We won’t force you, Lilith. But you can’t keep holding back your thirst either.” Lilith stared at the bottle for quite a while. The scent of the blood inside immediately filled her nose. Thirst. That feeling returned, far stronger than before. Lilith’s hands began to tremble. Lucas realized what was happening. Without saying a word, he unscrewed the cap. Then he held the bottle out toward Lilith.

Phoebe frantically coughed in the bathroom: “Cough…cough…cough…” As if there was a fire burning in her throat, even though she knew she was very thirsty, she also knew that she was not thirsty, she wanted a drink. another thing, one thing that could make her thirsty instantly was human blood. That right, she needed human blood as much as possible to satisfy this thirst. At this moment, the instincts of years of deep sleep awakened, Phoebe's nails were abnormally long and sharp, her black hair color was also turning white, and her contact lenses fell into the sink revealing a red pupil. fresh. She raised her hands and looked at herself in horror at the change in her body.

Vishal, "You are a new vampire. Vampires take centuries to learn to control themselves. Born vampires are different, I guess. But for you, it might be difficult, right?" Anvi, "I wouldn't lie to you. It is difficult. Sometimes, it gets too difficult for me to control my thirst. The unquenchable thirst." Vishal: "Are you always thirsty?" Anvi "Whenever I see or smell blood, my thirst increases." Vishal, "Why did you join the college? You could have given yourself some time before staying among humans." Anvi "Kanishk trusted me. He was confident enough that I would never harm any human."

Vincent gasped again and shook his head. "Oh God, what happened to me? I want to drink; I'm thirsty!" Vincent turned around and took the glass containing the rest of the water he had drunk earlier. He tried everything but to no avail. The rancid smell of blood was increasingly bothering his senses now. It is not disgust but an unbearable thirst. And unfortunately, his hand hurt even more. "Ah, help me!" Vincent asked quickly, then turned back to the blood splattered on the floor when a nurse was stopping the man's bleeding. Every drop of blood felt so tempting. Vincent couldn't stop licking his lips and gasping. He wanted to sip it like hell.

she said. Another slammed the tap off. “My mom is going to come get me,” she said, close to tears. “I’m not staying here if I can’t even drink water.” My throat tightened. It suddenly felt much drier than it had when I woke up. I swallowed, but it did nothing. “The fourth day,” the wraiths whispered. “The day of thirst.” We made our way down to the ground floor and into the yard. The air outside was thicker, the smell not as concentrated as inside, but still there. Students moved around more slowly than usual, eyes shadowed, skin sallow from lack of sleep and pain.

I was left alone. I sat back on the couch, my head spinning. I needed them to find my mom, but they just wouldn't cooperate with me without finding one single reason to fight each other. "Bunny," Thorne whispered my name. I lifted my head up, and he smiled at me. "I thought you left?" I murmured. "No, I didn’t. I left to get you this," he said, then walked closer to me, offering me a glass containing blood. The scent hit me instantly—rich, warm, and irresistible. My throat burned with need. I took it from him and drank it all in one go. Life returned to my veins.

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.

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?