Romans & histoires Walking On Water

Oh no. No. “No.” I point at myself. “You’re not calling me that.” He looks confused. “But...” “I’m Evelessa.” “Not your majesty.” He exchanges a glance with the other council member. “…as you wish.” I sigh and look back at the water. “So how exactly does this work?” Michael gestures toward the ocean. “You walk.” I blink. “…walk where?” “Into the water.” “That sounds like drowning.” “You won’t drown.” “How do you know?”

“The moment you step into the water you are bound by it’s spell do not look down I repeat “ Lena warned Going in first she moved in slow steady steps the more she moved the more I to the water she entered to her knees point she moved it was silence at first but then the screams broke “ creatures or not they where disobedient she could not help them” moving on she walked straight ahead until safely across They had passed trough one trail and lost seventy five it was their disobedience not hers.

His hands and arms were still moving. “I am compressing air to create a bubble.” He grinned. “And enough pressure to wake the surface tension doable to walk on. Cool, right?” “Way beyond cool.” I grinned and poked at the side of the water wall and laughed as my finger bounced back. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He warned, looking amused at my gesture. “It still isn’t stable enough. After All, I just thought of this on my own. Apparently, having a creative mind helps when you are a legendary demigod who can control the water. Now hang on tight as we are going in for a dip.” The bubble started to rise and I had to move my feet apart in order to balance myself. We were moving forward unti

"To pass this trial, you must prove your mastery over the element of water, Amelia. Submerge yourself in its depths and let the current guide you." Amelia took a deep breath, preparing herself for what lay ahead. With a determined nod, she stepped forward and waded into the pool. The water was surprisingly warm and soothing, caressing her skin as if it recognized her presence. As Amelia moved farther into the pool, the water began to swirl and rise, forming a towering wave that threatened to engulf her. The wave loomed over her, its power and intensity growing with each passing second. She was faced with a choice—flee or confront the challenge head-on.

I know soon those moans will turn to screams. We walk side by side across the dock, eerily lit up by huge yellow lights. I stumble in an attempt to keep up with Andres' long strides and wince as I stub my toe. The ballet flats I'd chosen to wear had been lost when I jumped in the water. My feet are now bare and my dark blue hooded sweatshirt and thin white trousers are thoroughly soaked.

I almost fell over, but she caught me. We reached the crocodile demons’ river—there was no path. “Uhm, Lidia, how are we going to pass? There’s only water here,” I asked firmly. Deep down I was nervous and scared, plus Lukas said the crocodile demons were deadly. “It’s simple—you have to sing a humming melody and the water parts…” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “What?! Does that actually work?” My eyes widened. “Just kidding. Our horses walk on water. That’s why we have these horses to carry us across.” She pulled the ropes and the horse launched towards the water.

What if I'm submerged in water and completely wet? "Beautiful is not enough to describe your perfection, my lady." I just smiled at what he said. I was no longer surprised when my bare feet stood on the large rock we were standing on. I wrapped my hands around his neck as we descended into the cold water. When he finally lowered me into the water I turned to him and hugged his neck. While his hands in turn slid down my waist. He kept me close to him until we could feel each other's bodies. I combed her hair before speaking. I know I have sinned a lot against him since I came back here to our world.

She walked and walked for a while and couldn’t find anything. She finally stopped panicking when she felt that her feet were wet. She couldn’t see the floor, but she could feel that there was a puddle there. She bent down to feel the floor. The floor was covered with water, and she didn’t notice it soon enough. The peculiar thing was that her hand went through the floor. It was like she was walking on water.

Beginning: The sounds of splashing water for stepping on it echoed in the darkness of the street as she was walking with wet strands loosely hanging around her angelic face. She wasn't wearing warm clothes but still the chilled weather and the heavy rain didn't affect her. She was drowned in deep thoughts as she was taking slow steps with her gaze on her shoes. Her life was playing like a film in front of her. Her face was drenched with water droplets but yet it had to be confirmed that they were tears or rain water.

Artemy's figure lingered behind me, arms folded across his chest, his gaze an unwavering presence. Yet, it was the flowing water that once again commanded my attention. Tentatively, I propelled myself forward, my feet making tentative contact with the cool, swift current. A shiver traced up my spine as I waded ankle-deep into the stream. The touch of the water against my feet compelled me to shut my eyes, inviting the novel sensation to envelop me. Astonishingly, it didn't evoke any pain. Rather, it brought a sense of tranquility—a gentle comfort that caressed my senses.