Thirst Smallville Novels & Stories

Did it mean that all this time, he was pretending to refuse just to see if I insisted on turning into a vampire? I sighed, holding my belly that showed signs of life there. I was starving, but the food Jason offered was not appetizing at all. I clutched my throat; I felt an overwhelming thirst. Couldn't I eat? Could I suck blood? I stepped outside, walking down the hallway of Jason's magnificent mansion to find something to cure my thirst. Anything. Whether it's a human or an animal is fine. However, there was nothing but a breeding cat shuffling in a room, and I was sure it must belong to Jason.

Before I push on the shop door I turn to him, keeping my voice low needing him to understand the severity of what him finding me, might mean for Ben and Beth. “Two of them are werewolves, but they think I am completely human.” I push on the door, the bell ringing to announce our entry. I know exactly what I want…water. My cocktail days in the apartment block’s bar are long gone. I can’t even remember the last time I tasted alcohol. We need fresh bottles of water for our continued travels tomorrow as well as my own body experiencing a sudden thirst at the back of my throat. This is when alcohol would actually help. It would qualm my inner nerves from having Pierce with me.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

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.

There was not a drop of alcohol in sight. “Just because you’re a pussycat doesn’t mean you need to eat like one.” Zander slammed his fridge shut, groaning. “There’s a stray under my building that I feed. Lost souls connect to one another in a quiet way. If you’re looking for booze, I hate to break it to you, but I quit.” He freefell to his couch with a thud, slouching and flipping channels on his TV. Was he expecting a medal? A bright sticker? Or maybe just for him to not punch him in the face.

He just kept signing whatever he was signing. I barely cared. All I could care about was my throat. My throat was so dry. I couldn't swallow, and my tongue felt too big for my mouth. I'd never been this thirsty in my life. The hunger was bad, but the thirst was madness. It hollowed out my thoughts and filled them with images of water. Then Lucien reached to his right and picked up a glass of water. The condensation beaded on the crystal as he set it down on the table between us.

His eyes glistened, and they challenged the stars in the sky. My heart thrummed against my ribcage; it begged to release some of the warmth that had been placed there, even if it was just for a moment. My throat bobbed as I swallowed multiple times. Something needed to be done about this thirst. He handed me juice. “Are you thirsty?” I reached for the juice and gulped it desperately, but still, the thirst was insatiable. His eyes lingered on me, and the thirst consumed me. It wasn’t the juice I needed—I knew that. But I wasn’t supposed to have a taste of him.

"Exerting yourself will make you hungry, and now that I think about it you should be experiencing some sort of thirst by now, since you drained your blood to cover that corpse and crossed an entire dessert in one night, on top of that the sun burned you earlier today and you healed up, that means all that output is going to need some input at some point, and I don't want your thirst to kick in whilst we are having intimate relations" Skyler looked at the blood, then moved her tounge in her mouth, it was strange, she wasn't hungry, it was more a thirst than anything else just as Claire said, but she didn't feel like drinking blood. "The thing is, I don't feel like it, the idea is putting me o

She stood up quickly and walked over to the small kitchen counter, her throat feeling like absolute sandpaper. She grabbed a large glass pitcher of water from the small refrigerator and poured it down her throat, practically drinking the entire contents in a desperate bid to quench her burning thirst. She had arrived at her apartment late in the afternoon, utterly exhausted from her brutal training session with Nimrod, and fatigue had claimed her the moment her head hit the pillow.

“Eat, or you'll die. It's that simple. Open your mouth, Monroe.” My lips remain sealed, defying him. The ominous tone sends a jolt through my chest, making my heart stutter before racing ahead. I crave a breath of fresh air, a glimpse of sunlight, anything to remind me I'm still alive. “I…I need to quench my thirst,” I whisper, my voice cracking on the words. “And a bath…please.” The words are a desperate plea, torn from my parched throat. “One step at a time, then.” His deep, velvety voice wraps around me, comforting and unsettling at the same time. “You must be dying of thirst. Here, drink this.”