Water Seven Saga Novels & Stories

“It’s so dark and there are so many trees, shrubs and boulders. He’ll never find us.” “But what about Jesse?” she whispered. Droplets of sweat rolled down my face. “I-I don’t know. I don’t see him anywhere.” “So he just abandoned us? Your knight in shining armor left two damsels in distress? Humph. Some Prince Charming he turned out to be.” I tentatively glanced out the window, and another chill shot down my spine as I noticed a puddle on the street, glimmering crimson in the moonlight. “Oh my gosh!” I gasped.

"I'm not making a fuss. I'm serious. I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you any longer. I'm leaving." I pulled open the door of the private room and walked out. I had not gone far when I heard them talking behind me. "Ash is really making a big deal out of nothing." "The videos of Rowan and Nina blew up, and our studio has gotten a lot of sponsor interest. That is a good thing. Why be so petty?" "Exactly." Having lost her patience as well, Nina tossed the flowers aside. "Let him do whatever he wants. Just ignore him." Those harsh words reached my ears, and my steps faltered. A wave of desolation surged up in my chest.

As she traveled deeper into the heart of the woods, the air grew heavy with ancient magic, crackling with anticipation. After what seemed like hours of navigating through the dense foliage, Sable stumbled upon a hidden clearing adorned with vibrant flowers and shimmering waterfalls. At its center stood a magnificent waterfall, cascading down into a crystal clear pool. The sound of rushing water soothed her weary spirit. Sable approached the waterfall cautiously, her senses heightened by the ethereal atmosphere surrounding her. As she drew near, a soft voice resonated in her mind, gentle and melodious. "To unlock your true wisdom, Warrior Luna, you must embrace the tranquility within chaos."

Waves splashed her skirt as he turned and smiled, “Hold on tight, Mrs. Carter!” Seven years of love were just like a bubble. She pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Pick me up in seven days, as planned.] No sooner had she pressed send than a deafening bang echoed from downstairs.

But he does not reply, instead he tilts he’s head slightly and continues to observe me in silence. “Was that to difficult a question? Fine, argh,” Rasping, I rubbed my fingers along my neck, I had to swallow a few times to ease the expanding desert in my throat. “W-what d-did you do to me?” I ended up whispering, why is my throat was so dry? Water, I needed water, I was so thirsty. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." he sighed bored with those words, as if he had said that same sentence a thousand times.

The people who lived there described it differently. I described it as: get out before the ground opens under you. I had been working that problem since I was twelve. Not emotionally — I had no attachment to Verath Seven, no nostalgia for its dust-colored sky and its perpetual tremors and the specific smell of machine lubricant and mineral exhaust that had been the only air I'd ever breathed. I wanted to leave because staying was a slower version of dying, and I had never been interested in dying slowly. The problem was that leaving required money I didn't have, documentation I couldn't afford, and transit access that was controlled by the same colonial authority whose interest in my departu

She snapped her fingers, and they emerged beside the massive bookshelf. “I will give you only five days to master the symbols used to wield water magic, and then I’ll test your ability in another battle.” She clicked her fingers twice, and three thick books emerged. They looked old, and he couldn’t think how he could be able to study those books in just five days. He was not superhuman. Five days was really absurd to learn Aghenum. Was this another kind of sick joke? Fariyah was very inconsiderate. “Thanks,” he mumbled through his silent protest. He held the books levitating in the air.

So I kept walking, looking in each room until I found it. Then I found it. A bathroom, with a bathtub in the corner, filled with water and blood while my mother floated in it. I was woken up by Hugo licking my face. Fucking PTSD nightmares.