Waterland Novels & Stories

"I am com... Haaahhh!" Ariande mistakenly on the shower and fell into the bathtub,it was ice cold. Xander heard her scream and ran into the bathroom. Holy Shit! Ariande was already in the tub, she was struggling to get out of the water. Soon, she drowned. He tried to pulled her out then he too fell into the tub. He pull her up. There face were extremely close that they could feel each other's breath. Xander never knew that Ariande was this beautiful. Her wet clothes exposed her curves and... everything.

asked Hayden, no longer feigning disinterest. "Of course, it could, but it won’t. Knowledge is a powerful and therefore dangerous thing. The tree will not help to further corrupt the already corrupted. It will not let its knowledge be used to crush kingdoms, outwit foes or garner fame. The Omniscient Oak is fed by the waters of the River of Jaded Wanderers. The river is similar to the Faded Dreams' River but unlike the Forest of Faded Dreams it does not accept all requests. Drinking the Jaded Wanderers' Water does nothing. The tree acts like a judge of sorts, answering few questions but giving much clearer and more detailed answers than the Faded Dreams' Water.

She could basically see their black veins through their thin skin. "You're too persistent," Faline told them with a knowing smile. The Water Kryst raised her hands. The water on the ground began to rise higher behind her with her hands guiding it. Even the Krysts stopped fighting and looked up. The ten witches attacked with a screech that rang against her ears. She gritted her teeth and slammed her hands forward. The wave followed the direction of her hands and it slammed back to the ground. Both the Krysts and the Illinorae were swooped out of the ground and washed away by the lake waters. Faline willed the water to sort out her allies and her enemies, leaving the enemies inside the body of

For a vampire as old as Bobby, just that faint vapour that clung to every molecule of air or had seeped into Alex's skin was enough to provide sustenance and yet there was something unsettling about being able to taste the life force of one of your closest friends. The vampire closed the cover of their tablet still frowning at the witch who was now glaring daggers into the marble surface of the work counter. "There isn't enough of what?" Bobby asked after exchanging looks with Alex. "Water." Ursula barked, straightening and looking to the ceiling, shoulders slumping. "Johnny had all of the full bottles of water containing the poison. Over half of them were destroyed when he was attacked." "B

Anahita Waterwolf POV We waterwolves have resettled on the banks of the Dream River that runs through the place once known as the Barren. Though to use the word 'barren' in relation to this magnificent place feels ridiculous. Many mornings I sit on the balcony of the packhouse, before the pack stirs, gazing out at the churning, roiling, foaming waves of the river, its banks densely packed with rich, dark mud. The colours of the river at dawn--blue, mauve, purple, indigo, green--remind me of the lifestone and that night when the poison was driven out. The lifestone disappeared, it's work done. And Silvia's iron--the physical iron anyway--was also gone.

she murmured against his mouth. He took her again, there in the buoyant, mineral-rich depths of the spring. This time, his movements were slow, fluid, and agonizingly deep, matching the ancient, eternal rhythm of the waters feeding the glen. The water sloshed gently against the smooth stone basin, echoing softly through the cavern as they moved together in perfect harmony. Every stroke felt like a baptism, a cleansing of the old sorrows and a sealing of the new empire they were building side by side.

I said to her. “We are taught to stay away from the river so we don't get spotted and killed by a Dark Wolf clan,” I said. Donae shook her head. “That's probably a stipulation Yomen put to make you guys afraid of leaving your pack. You realize the truth. I should know, my mother left.” “Also,” she continued, “the River Tangen runs through all the shifter land. It flows from Visteria down to Lucid Lands, then Eucharia and peaks here in Wisteria. There's a waterfall.” Excitement shone in her eyes.

Alesha's brisk walk through the moonlit forest suddenly came to a halt when she stumbled upon a sight that sent a jolt through her senses. In the dappled moonlight, she discovered an unconscious figure lying amidst the underbrush, a woman covered in wounds and the telltale scent of blood lingering in the air. As Alesha drew closer, she recognized the familiar features of Carla, the former Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.

I pushed him from his chest and turned around with the intention of running away from him, but I gasped when I saw something in front of me that I can't describe It was a small lake but it had a lot of color and luster, like a rainbow ... "Is that real!" She asked herself, approaching the lake, but she stopped walking Frowning as he gently grabbed her fingertips, "Despite her beauty, she might kill you If I touched her water I shuddered when he whispered his face next to hers She can feel his breath against her neck and that's her tendon. "How?" She cursed herself when she asked this stupid question with a stammering voice!! What really is wrong with her? " This is how beauty deceives" I sti

The energy hit Kade like a tidal wave, forcing him backward, stumbling, momentarily stunned. But the Winter Wraith was not done. It surged through the corridors, smoke and shadows curling like serpents, tendrils reaching through walls, floors, and doors, hunting Lyra with relentless precision. Its silver eyes blazed as it sensed the white-hot bond, the Ascendant bloodline, and the power that Rylan and Lyra shared. Rylan growled, lips brushing her ear, teeth grazing her neck, hands gripping her hips with possessive intensity. “Feel it, Lyra? The bond—our power? We’re stronger than anything. We will survive.”