Blacklion Vodka Novels & Stories

she said, raising an eyebrow. “Whatever. Are you taking my order or not?” “Oh! What would you like?” she asked. “What’s the most expensive drink here?” “We have Mendis Coconut Brandy, Diva Vodka, and Russo-Baltique Vodka,” she listed. “Which is the priciest?” “Russo-Baltique Vodka,” she replied. “Fine. Bring me two bottles of that, and give everyone in the VIP section a bottle each,” I said. “Wow, Mr. Adrian. So generous,” she smirked, clearly teasing me.

Zona looked up with a pale face at the bottle of vodka he was pointing at. Bourbon vodka, one of the more famous types of vodka in the world, with the alcohol content was around forty degrees. Zona stared at the bottle of vodka with a pale face and opened her mouth as she tried to say something. The man on the couch, like a hunter, teased the toy at his feet, his emerald green eyes staring teasingly at Zona, "My patience is limited." Hearing that familiar voice, Zona blanched even more, "I'm allergic to alcohol, please change the punishment, sir, please. I'll do as I'm told."

I might not be someone who drinks a lot, but if you’re born and raised in Russia, you know your liquor. “Wait a sec. What is it? I don’t remember something like this from the menu?” I ask, checking the drink, and rotating the glass. The barmaid’s grin widens. “It’s a special cocktail I whipped up just for you,” she says, her tone playful. “Consider it a little surprise to help you forget your troubles.” I raise an eyebrow, skeptical. “I appreciate the gesture, but I prefer to know what I’m drinking.” “Of course, ma’am,” she winks again. “It’s a mix of vodka, elderflower liqueur, fresh lemon juice, and a splash of soda. I call it the ‘Russian Spring.’”

The young boy put the drink carefully in our cups and bowed before leaving. “Were you in the room when Kelvin was born?” I asked and sipped the alcohol. It burned my throat and made me cough. Rowan laughed. I turned the bottle and found that it was a Rylic Vodka 1937 and it is 57% alcoholic. “I don’t think you have seen anything like it before, have you?” I cleared my throat. “I don’t do much alcohol so I don’t know much about it.” Rowan drank it like it was water, I could never.

We've already figured it out, the black wolf was just fulfilling his promise to his alpha. - So, what's his name? - Decided to defuse the situation Chris. - Whom? - pretended to be a fool Fox. - Well, who did my ex go to? Chris continued. - You haven't met. - I repeated again. Zel, his name is Zel. But his name won't do anything for you. - Phoenix! Mikhail and Marun shouted at the same time. - Well, yes. I repeated with a shrug. - And you, in general, what was the last thing you found there?

"I've heard so much about you and your Luna. With a bloodline as powerful as yours, I'm sure you and your Luna have a whole litter of strong heirs by now." I frown. Vladimir's expression shifts subtly. "Sarah..." I try to stop her, but it's too late. “As a gesture of goodwill, I had this ‘Black Gold Brew’ prepared especially. It’s infused with the finest wolfsbane, excellent for strengthening an Alpha’s bloodline.” She signals for a waiter to present a bottle of wine. The entire hall goes silent. The color drains from Vladimir’s face, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. “Wolfsbane?” Vladimir’s voice is a low rumble, like a coming storm.

“His image,” Vera finally said. “And his vices.” Now they were getting somewhere. Isaac tilted his head, keeping his voice light and breezy as he murmured, “Vices? What kind of vices?” Vera glanced toward the palace, as if worried they might be overheard. “He pretends to be so proper, so traditional,” she said, lowering her voice. “But there’s this Lycan liquor he loves—Blue Moon Spirit. It was banned from export to the Werewolf kingdom during the trade disputes a few years ago.”

She struggled not to squirm under his gaze as she replied. "Well there's the dreaded aunt roberta," she said, pointing to it on the menu he had dropped on his table. "It's made with brandy, vodka, gin, absinthe and blackberry liqueur. It's the strongest drink we have and is not for the lightweight, but it's definitely a classic." "We have a winner then," he claps his hands lightly at that.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Jon had never suspected anything like this. A padded fold-out chair was in the corner, next to a Waterford glass and bottle of—he picked it up—Glenlivet Nadurra. The label identified it as an eighteen-year-old single malt. Jon didn’t know much about liquor, the smell nauseated him, but made the educated guess it was expensive.