Walking On Water Novels & Stories

“We won’t touch it.” “I know.” The word carried every frozen night on the roof, every split bucket, every strained wrist. “Go first.” I stepped over, my palm braced on the edge of the stone. Only my fingertip brushed the surface of the water. Nothing could have happened—I knew by now that her protection against water began at the border of her own skin—but still I watched. The water flinched from the cold touch, ripples spreading in tiny rings. I heard their sound rather than saw them—like faint chimes trembling beneath a stone bridge. Sadira followed silently, her veil brushing the rock. We stopped on the far side of the pool, drawing breath almost in unison; the harmony was perfect, though

Then, waves surged, and the seawater lifted them, preventing them from sinking. The eight of them sprinted across the surface of the sea as though walking on solid ground, rapidly closing the distance to the island. "This… This…" Harvey was dumbfounded. This was a divine skill. It was beyond comprehension to walk on water so effortlessly and elegantly. Harvey quickly started the car again, racing to Beaker Island. He didn't want to miss any of the action. On the beach, Gideon frowned as he noticed the eight figures approaching across the sea. He was puzzled.

Yan Jun said. "He walks on the water," Samuel said. Only he could clearly see this scene. This went against common sense. This was the reason why Samuel was afraid of Tianqi. He might be called a master in the secular world, but in Tianqi, he might not even be as good as the worst people. "Walk on the water!" Yan Jun frowned in shock. How was this possible? How could a person walk on the water at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye?

She reminded me. "True. So there are five Grace's of Gryffindor, that bear walker. You can only differentiate them when you meet with them in person or by their title." I told her. "There's Walker the first Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third and all the way up to the fifth." I said looking at her from time to time to make sure she understood. We soon got to the bathroom on Steyn's request and had a warm bath. After that, we toweled our bodies, stepped out and left for lunch.

The Mirror Pool. Vaelin walked down the smooth stone steps and set my bare feet down onto the cool flagstones at the water's edge. My knees wobbled, still weak from the violent surge of power, but his broad, warm hand hovered an inch behind my waist, ready to catch me if I faltered. "Look into the water, Slava," he murmured, his deep voice echoing softly off the subterranean walls. "I can't," I whispered, my voice breaking as I stared down at my bare toes. "I know what is down there. A floor scrubber with scars on her back."

I yelled before it was too late. I prayed in my heart that he shouldn’t be high! What if he kills me? What if everyone is literally high and I die cause no one saved me!!! He put me to stand on the narrow walk way above the water, smiling slyly. I could literally feel my face melt. “oh jeez!” I palmed my cheek. It looked like I was walking on water. The Walk way was made of glass so it was transparent. “what’s with you Rosa. You’re boring!” he whined making a face. I smiled half afraid and I wanted to turn back and run in case he’d push me in..

My breath inched instantly as fear and panic overwhelmed me. The water was the only way to walk through to the other side of the cave and without stepping my foot inside that water, I couldn't continue my walk. I know if I don't do it then I won't be able to pass through the other side. Clenching my fists together, I swallowed hard before I stretched out of my leg and stepped inside the water. Standing on the rock, with difficulty and a trembling body I started walking inside the water on top of the rocks there. "Ahh!!" I hissed in pain, my legs hurt badly as the water touched the bruises under my feet. Coming out of the water, I sighed and proceeded with my walk inside the horror cave.

SCARLETT I was walking over black water. It was only deep enough to come up to my ankles. But, it was cold—stinging cold. I didn’t know how or when I got here but I had been walking for a long time without stopping. There was light waiting for me at the end in the form of a silver wolf with green eyes peering back at me. Desperate to reach her, I broke into a sprint. I ran, neared her, and found her getting far from me again.

The air grew so incredibly cold that every breath I took felt like inhaling crushed glass. "No," I whispered, stepping closer to the edge of the rusted iron grate, my glowing silver eyes trying to pierce the thick curtain of toxic steam. "Silas... something is wrong." The splashing in the water below hadn't stopped. It had changed. It wasn't the chaotic, frantic thrashing of dying Lycans fighting the current. It was a slow, deliberate, incredibly heavy sound. Thud. Splash. Thud. Splash. Something was walking upstream. Against the raging, freezing current. Against the tidal wave of liquid silver and lye.

He tried to form a spell, but it wasn't working. The moving pavement started to thrash beneath him. Spurts of water emerged from the broken cracks of the earth, like oozing blood from the wounds. It was slimy, greasy. He waded through the slippery water, but knew he had to swim to reach there. Reach her. He had to swim, or she'd die.