Walk On Water Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

She pulled out her high heel, stepped on the bloody footprints, and sat on the side. Sky looked at his hand. With a piercing scream, Claire and the rest turned even paler than before. My mom frowned as she looked at the things on the ground. "Bandage him up. We are not terrorists. They are willingly doing this." Mom began calling out names one by one. The first was Claire.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 "𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..."

Chapter 1: The Chase The narrow alley pulsed with the steady drum of midnight rain, water streaming off fire escapes and turning the cracked pavement into a slick mirror of distant streetlights. Officer Jax Harlan’s boots splashed heavily as he closed the gap, his breath steady despite the chase, heart pounding with something far darker than duty.

Then he stepped into the water. The thin ice cracked. The cold swallowed his ankles, his shins, his knees. I could almost feel it myself — that shock, that burn. He was shaking within seconds. His lips turned blue. But he kept walking. Kept looking back. I stood at the edge of the bank. Motionless. A statue of a woman who had run out of tears. His teeth chattered so hard he could barely speak. "Sera… is it gone? Can you… can you smell anything now?"

Waters gave a small, steadying nod as she stepped beside me. “This far only,” she said gently. “He will meet you at the chamber door.” I stared down the dark hallway. The last time I’d walked it, I had crawled back bleeding. Waters lifted her hand and tapped my chin lightly. “Take one breath,” she whispered. “Only one. It will help.” I drew in a shaky breath. Then she released me. Clearway spoke from behind her. “Go now, Thea. The Alpha is waiting.”

My hand moved with a fluid, unyielding momentum, the reed making a sharp, satisfying scratch against the dried fiber: ​They looked for us in the sky, and we went into the dirt. They looked for us on the rails, and we took to the water. Now they guard the harbor with iron ships, while ten thousand wooden canoes carry the manuscript through the veins of the coast. This is Chapter 140, written at the confluence of the rivers, where the story ceases to be a single voice and becomes the tide itself.

I lay there, shivering, my body trying to heal the invisible wounds of a rejected bond while the silver chains continued to poison my blood. A soft click of the door made my ears twitch. I became alert instantly, my instincts screaming. Someone was here. I forced myself upright, my back scraping against the rough stone as I tried to find my footing. The door creaked open, admitting a sliver of light from the hallway.

Chapter 77 Elara's Pov That was the last thing I remembered. Everything coming down on me. But I didn't remember standing up or walking past the fallen vanity table, neither did I remember the shards of glass cutting my feet. Didn't remember opening the door. But I was moving with my bare feet against the cold wet floor. Someone had spilled water. Or maybe I was bleeding. I couldn't tell. I couldn't see, I just kept walking. "Come." The whisper came from everywhere. Inside my head. Outside my window. Beneath my skin, everywhere I turned, I heard the whisper. It followed me.

"How long are you going to stay mad? I'll take my medicine, okay? If it makes you feel better, tie me up so I don't sleepwalk." She acted like treating her sleepwalking was some kind of gift for me. I couldn't help but scoff. She fought me every time I urged her to take her medication. Yet she obeyed Julian's every word. I remembered the first time I met her parents. Julian was there too. I thought nothing of it, assuming they were just close friends. That night, Wendy sleepwalked and found herself standing on the bridge over a river. Julian and I reached out to her as we shouted her name frantically.