Waterland นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You are the ones who are trying to destroy my kind! You all who wanted the sea to be destroyed! I'll kill all of you!" As she screamed, tears—actual streams of perfect, clear water—ran down her cheeks. The glowing pearl atop her wand pulsed with blinding light, and the entire lake bottom erupted around me. The water became a weapon. A massive, invisible wave of hydraulic force slammed into my chest, instantly shattering the fragile air bubble. My head was once again engulfed by the heavy, cold water, and the burning agony of suffocation returned with savage intensity. Simultaneously, the mud and silt beneath my feet were violently stirred up, forming spiraling drills of pressurized sediment

Moments later a mind link hits me "All warriors meet me at the waterfall now" All a sudden, I start to see black dots, and my vision is blurred!! Taking me to a time I don’t remember. Observing my surroundings. The skies are dark with ominous clouds, rumbles of thunder moving through the sky with rhythm, it’s pouring. Mud and blood are everywhere. Witches, wolves, Lycans and Vampires are fighting. Spells being cast, blood being sucked, Lycans sending heads flying with one swipe of their claws, wolve tearing their enemy apart. Thunder rumbles through the sky as lighting strikes the ground, sending waves of electricity through the earth's flooring. Looking to my left I see a woman, glaring ri

I echoed, turning to face him, my brow furrowed in curiosity. “Yes, Lilac,” he confirmed. “Why is it named after her?” I asked. He exhaled slowly, his gaze fixed on the river below. “When Lilac died, her body was cast into this river. What happened next was... unlike anything anyone could have imagined. Her body infused the water with a kind of magic—an energy. It created a protective barrier, one that shields her body from ever being disturbed. The river may look peaceful, even beautiful, but it’s the most dangerous body of water to ever exist. If anyone, werewolf or otherwise, comes into contact with it, they dissolve instantly. They’re reduced to nothing more than liquid.”

“The hell, Amaris—” She slapped my shoulder. “No cussing, for Goddess’s sake! Drink it.” “Not until I know what’s in it,” I argued stubbornly. Amaris sighed in annoyance, then relented. “It’s moonwater, sage, ashroot, powdered silver leaf—all from my garden. A concoction that has been used by wolves for decades to unlock, as I mentioned, latent abilities. It will weaken the walls between your blood and hers—so you can glimpse her memories, her flame.”

The tangy breeze played over her, stippling her nipples, her body losing tension under the sun’s warm caress. Her spirits rose as she waded in. It was icy; the tide only just receding. Cool fingers crept up her thighs and dipped into the secret places concealed by her curling pubic hair. The water was transparent, light touching the molluscs clinging to the rocks. She ran a hand under the surface, seeing how the droplets sparkled on her tanned skin, her worries dissolving. ‘I want to talk to you, Karen.’ Mallory’s sudden, unexpected voice sent fiery arrows darting through her.

"I love you, I would carry you with me, and would love you till the day I die." I give the letter to Blu, who folds it carefully and place it in the vial of moonlit water, infusing it with my emotions. I give the lock of hair to my Mom, and they form a circle around me. "With strands of fate entertwined with grief, Let love's lament transcend belief. Moonlit waters, pain embraced, Grant Adaline sight, a final trance." Lola sprinkle a few drops of moonlit water onto the nightshade sprig, allowing it to absorb the essence of the spell.

Oh the things I can imagine those lips doing. After the full moon, she will be mine. Mine to tease. Mine to hold. Mine to fuck. After the full moon, Willie Howard will belong to me completely and I can’t fucking wait. Willie is a piece of forbidden fruit and I can’t wait to take a bite. My wolf howls in response, wanting to finally be able to taste his mate.

I try to turn on the shower to have my bath when I realize it’s not working. Come on’ I tap the shower head and realise my water has been cut off. I frown, my lips almost wobbling, sucking it up. I head to my water storage. This has happened too many times to count that I had to start storing water. I’m neck-deep in debt, and I have no idea how to solve this issue.

“Discarded Umballici. Discordant chords. Possibilities and connections you’ve once had with others of your kind; now unrealized, now severed. They’re coming home to be crushed by the one great force that created them. They all wash up in the Drain of the World, towards the mouth of Spinstra’s Cave at river’s end.” Spin-what? The water is moving so idly it almost looks stagnant. It eddies in places and occasionally pulls some of the white stuff under, only to burp it out again with a horrid noise. Swamp or river, the water might as well be a vat of toxic waste considering the lifeless bodies waiting at the bottom. I turn my attention to the banks where a jungle looms, thick and primordial. “…

And walked under the stream of steaming hot water. A moan left her lips. Feeling every inch of her body relaxing. She allowed the hot water to run down her head and onto her shoulders. Feeling the stiffness leave from the force of the spray. ‘God please, I don’t know what I want but I just want to be happy.’ Ava did not know what made her pray, but she knew that it would be the best time to be alone to do so.