Waterland Novels & Stories

The joy with which Victoria happily translated what Meadow was saying showed that they were ready to whoop Cynthia's ass. "We own the pack and the money too. You are living off charity," Cynthia shot back, and Meadow laughed. "Your Alpha owns the deeds to the land and house of Whitewood. That is all. He is also the Alpha of Whitewood, but he does not own the McCloud money and properties. Those are two different things. If you need staff, call your man to arrange the funds," Meadow signed, and Victoria translated. Cynthia looked at her with venom and got angry.

Water raised his arms as he bent and maneuvered the bubble into the forest, aiming it at Luciano. A spear-shaped massive water rose from Water to Luciano. And as it reached Luciano, without even touching him. It broke apart, sending a wave of heavy waterfall energy. Water stroked the ice in anger with his finger again, cutting it through, and breaking it apart. The ice all around cracked. As deep as the area where the crowd of burning werewolves was under. The sphere cracked open and released a gust of wind, which sent every one of the burning werewolves flying away.

His mother still stood in disbelief, so he said, “Mom, get me a pitcher of water.” Looking as if she thought they all belonged in a mental ward, Rebekah crossed to the kitchen, filled a pitcher with tap water, and placed it on the cheap wooden coffee table. Christian eyed the water, his green eyes intense, then placed a finger on the surface. Suddenly, the water began to swirl. Starting in the center, a vortex was created and soon enough the entire contents of the plastic pitcher were flowing around a perfect hole in the center. Rebekah gasped and sat heavily to the chair. She toyed with her hair nervously. “Is it . . . are . . . are you some kind of mutant? Is that what your school is for?”

Robbie did a quick double-check before we jumped from the boat and onto the dock. "You are covered in salt," Robbie said, laughing as he brushed white grains from my cheek. "There's a freshwater bucket over there." He took my hand and guided me toward an old-fashioned water spigot and turned it on. Crystal clear water sloshed out, and I put my hand under the flow. The water was warm, and I smiled. Robbie lifted a bucket and slid it under the spout. Memories of the last time the two of us had rinsed off under a bucket like this flooded my mind. I found myself aching to kiss him.

Full and crowned with a seductive bow. I recalled her sticking out her small pink tongue to lick my precum off her fingers and my cock lurched shamelessly. I had my fair share of women over the years. But no one had my wolf raging with need. Except her. We should have her, he growled in my head while I climbed into the bathtub. Someone, a maid perhaps, had left a hot bath running. Except it wasn't just a bath. It was poisoned. I sighed, sinking deeper into the burning water, feeling it try to eat at my flesh but failing terribly.

The glow grew stronger, forming intricate symbols that danced along its surface, telling stories of forgotten realms and ancient knowledge. Intrigued, Sable reached out a hand, dipping it into the water. The moment her hand made contact, r ipples of energy flowed through her, spreading throughout her body. The symbols on the water's surface began to swirl and merge, forming a vortex of shimmering light. Sable felt herself being propelled into the vortex, her body weightless as she was carried along by the currents of ancient wisdom. She watched in awe as scenes from the past and visions of the future unfolded before her. She saw battles fought in distant lands, intricate spells woven by powe

Olivia and Amelia gasped. The mother river glowed red. It was stunning under the light of the moon. “Stunning, isn’t it?” Laura said “I’ve never seen anything like it,” Amelia whispered. “We’re the only race of water wolf, that we know of. We have a deep connection to our mother river, the Red River.”

I wonder if she and Brody have done it yet. Rock: Hey man, have you and water girl had sex yet? Brody: Dude, that's none of your business. Rock: Come on, we're buddies. You can tell me? Brody: Buddies don't share that kind of stuff, man. That means they haven't. I get up and walk to River's room to check if it's locked... and it is. Rock: Hey, have you and Brody had sex yet? Water girl: Are you high or drunk?

“Why? You have no appointment. It’s busy here.” “Yeah?” she pouted a bit, thinking over it for a moment. “Eh, what about that guy? The guy who’s obsessed with playing computer games? Is he working here at the moment?” She had a bit of suspicion of that guy she was talking about, Oswald. He looked like he knew a lot about computers and technology whatever he does in his life. Or maybe Theo hired people from the outside? “They’re out of town, I’m the only one currently here.” Yohan was a bit of a cold person but Selene wasn’t fazed.

Several mountains could be seen surrounding the rather large island, and odd flowers could be seen growing all over the place. Regardless, the second Gerald saw the island, he immediately knew what that place was. It was Warhill Island, the place where the pledge of the holy water was getting held! ‘By this point, I’m sure grandpa and the others have long arrived there…’ Whatever the case was, Gerald now had a rough idea on how to use the Mackusion. Essentially, after communicating with it through one’s soul, everything that the communicator thought, missed, or was confused about would instantly reveal themselves on the screen, one after another.