Water Seven Saga Novels & Stories

I searched around for something but couldn’t find any, I can’t fight it with only claws and fangs alone, almost giving up , I caught sight of a bottle of water beneath the car in front of me, and I picked it up. I read it somewhere that water repels Umbravores, I quickly uncapped it splashed it from my hideout with my last strength when splashed, the water hisses on contact, steam rising like burnt ink.The Umbravore screeched in silence, its form unraveling - limbs stretching, folding in on themselves like smoke caught in wind. In seconds, it vanishes with a ripple of shadowlight, leaving only scorched ground and cold air behind. I felt the shackles on me broken free and I let out a deep bre

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

"Watermelon sugar high. Watermelon sugar high. Watermelon sugar high. Watermelon sugar high." After repeating the same lines, you get up from the floor. Then out of a sudden, you walked towards me with a playful yet devilish smile plastered over your face. There is no trace of innocence over your face like you're just happy and enjoying.It was more like you are planning something dirty inside your head.

“I feel like you’re trying to cast a spell on me and drag me down to your underwater kingdom.” What a line. My chest nearly burst with the urge to crack up, but I held it in. The show was still running. I let a small, wicked smile curve my lips, turning my face more beguiling. “You’re absolutely right, Brucha,” I purred in a low bedroom voice. “I want to pull you into a kingdom of slippery waters. Narrow channels for you to navigate. You’ll get to explore every inch until you reach true glory.” I paused, watching him. Amusement sparkled in his eyes.

It tasted of copper and old batteries. "Something’s wrong," Maya whispered, her hand instinctively flying to the crimson sphere that now lay cold and dormant in her lap. Seven, who had been leaning against the driver’s side door with a cigarette she hadn't lit, suddenly stood straight. Her head tilted, her operative instincts screaming. She didn't look at the ridge; she looked at a puddle of oily water on the cobblestones. The surface was dancing. Tiny, concentric circles were forming in the water, perfectly timed, perfectly rhythmic.

When they finished, Saga went to the kitchen and asked if she wanted something to drink, "Water's fine." She replied, taking the glass from him she lean back on the counter and watch him made his coffee. She was tapping her finger on her glass, thinking of for her to start the conversation, but nothing came up. She had no idea how to didn't know how to approach the topic. She glance at Saga who are now wearing a plain white shirt and she couldn't help but stare at how good he look with his slightly damp hair, he was sipping his coffee when he gave her a look over the rim of his mug.

He was rock hard and remained hard when I washed his private part. Under the pouring shower, the warm water caused fog on the windowpane and could only intensify my desire for him. He kissed me. His tongue explored my mouth. He tasted sweet, like rich honey. Almost getting lost in the moment, I reached to turn off the shower knob. Water was still trickling down my hair. We continued the kiss languidly. Despite being torturously slow, the steam from our bodies fogged up the glass even worse. As our lips still adored each other, I could hear the shower door open. Xavier put his arm around my naked body and pulled me out of the shower and the bathroom.

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap: Amara discovered her late mother had hidden a secret: their bloodline is tied to Mami Nta, the River Witch—a being bound by an ancestral pact. In Chapter 3 ("Voices from the Water"), Amara heard whispers and had a vision of the past during a forbidden visit to the river. Something is awakening—and it’s The Pact and the Price The village square was abuzz with drums

On the perfect enhanced wolf standing before them. She spoke in that wrong, gurgling voice. "Sister." Kira smiled. "Not sisters. You're just experiments. Failed ones. I'm a success." "Then we'll eat the success," Number Seven said. "Take your perfection. Make it ours." The hybrids attacked. Kira moved like lightning, faster than anything I'd seen. She caught Number Seven's clawed hand mid strike, twisted, and ripped the arm completely off. Black blood sprayed across the cell. Number Seven screamed.

It was Water. The entire four-volume saga had been taking place in a Submerged Server at the bottom of a real ocean on a real Earth.