Beerus X Whis Novels & Stories

I typed 'Berserker' and a lot of meanings appeared but there is one thing that caught my attention. Although similar groups have been found around the world, berserker generally refers to the small class of Nordic peoples who could be found preforming inhuman feats on the battlefield. When in combat a berserker would fight nude and/or completely unarmored, sometimes taking the skins of bears, wolves or other beasts to heighten his appearance. Uncontrollable rage is the signature of the berserker. To enter this rage many would have pre-battle ceremonies in which they would consume alcohol, and work themselves up into a violent, bloodlusting mood through dance and similar actions, and then oft

I said. "Don't say that and we were not here with you" he winks at me and pull Bea by her hips. "See you" giggle Bea as she left with him. I held the whisky close to my chest before I chuck it in one go, savouring it's heavenly taste. Its official that I'm definitely having an alcohol rush day. I mean switching from wine to champagne and now this baby, its perfect. When I don't see Lanzy or Maxi around. I assume they're robably gone to fuck each others brain out. I turn to the new guy on shift and order a glass of whisky as my bottle is finished. I lose count as I kept ordering for more whisky after that one.

His friend straightens his tie. - Okay, okay, you saw ghosts dick with you. Anyway, it's good that you pulled me out today, I would have sat all evening at work picking through papers. Maybe whiskey bang? he asks. His friend immediately calms down and nods approvingly. A few mugs of beer drunk invigorated the brain, alcoholic euphoria demanded continuation. - Waiter! Two fifty-fifty whiskeys with ice. - the man says, raising his hand, and then looking at his comrade, he adds:

Claire, Kathryn, Violet, Gold, and Crystal first appeared spaced out before their enemies, then an army of tormented and haunted whispers appeared behind them, and Rose materialized before her party. The Baron, a slim man with deadly yellow eyes, saw her, and shivered. He tried to vanish, but the air rejected his request, for Violet held him still. The sea raged against his party and began to pick them off, and fire fell amongst their midst, burning the men to cinders, but leaving the whispers to bask in the warmth of the flame. A blizzard came from Claire, and the ground shook. Whispers rushed past Rose, running to the army of the Baron, and engaging them in a productive battle that saw to

All mixed together to create a stench that could double as a chemical weapon. I bit my lips and headed for the bar. As I passed through the crowd, I could feel the stares on me, lewd and thirsty. Pigs. I settled into a stool and the bar and took the glass of water the bar man offered. “Blue whale whisky. No ice.” I ordered. I sipped my drink slowly, checking the faces of the patrons in case anything familiar stood out. I glanced at my watch again. I was right on time but the stranger was yet to show up.

He was too busy glaring at women while watching his mate. I loaded up a tray with all the men’s favorite beer, ignoring the demands of the needy women calling for refills of their wine or hard seltzers. This is the only night out of the whole week we sell White Claws or Trulys. It drives Riley crazy because he hates the sweet scent when they have little taste. He calls them burps in a can.

she asked in disgust. Becca laughed blending into the loud music of the club. “Get used to it! They don’t offer fruit juice here,” she mocked. She rolled her eyes at her. “Just order me some beer. I hate the taste of it. It’s bitter, spicy, and damn, too hot for my throat,” she complained. Becca shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.” “Hey!” she called the bartender. “Bring this lady a beer with the lowest alcohol and some pistachio nuts. Thanks,” Becca uttered and the bartender nodded.

No one would dare to provoke Thomas anymore. They knew very clearly that they were the animals, and they could never hope to fight against this terrifying lion! Thomas exhaled and looked at Craig. “Mr. Eastwood, do you have more?” Everyone was speechless. ‘Does he have more?’ Hah. That was Everclear Grain Vodka, something with 75% alcohol content. It was one of the strongest spirits in the world, and he was not satisfied even after drinking two bottles? Did he think he was drinking Heineken?

A minute later, my cell buzzed with the reply. “Yes.” My mom told me. I smirked. I was happy I found one of the fuckers who did that to my mom. I gave a slight nod to Axel who smirked back. “Hey, what whiskey do you have?” Axel asked him when he came over. “We’ve got Irish, Japanese, Scotch, Single Malts, Rye and Bourbon. What do you like?” “Johnny Walker.” He told him. “Coming right up. And for you?” he asked, “Bourbon, don’t care what one.” I told him. He nodded again.

The bartender eyed me and nodded. "What'll it be?" He asked while throwing a white bar towel over his shoulder. "Beer. Draft" "Leaded or unleaded?" He asked with his brow raised. Apparently, that was this bar's code for human beer, or wolves’ beer. A normal beer to a wolf does nothing for them. A slight buzz if they drink enough, otherwise, not a thing. A "leaded" beer was for wolves only. Had a shot or two of wolfsbane in it to enhance the effects of the alcohol. Gets us drunk and faster.