Blacklion Vodka Novels & Stories

After Lacles left, everyone in the room was excited. “Damn!” “Young Master Mangold, you are freaking awesome!” “Even the owner of the Grand Ocean Hotel came himself to present you with these expensive bottles of vodkas! I have never heard of this before!” “I checked online and these seem to be the Crown Vodka, a limited-edition alcohol. It’s probably expensive.” “Following Young Master Mangold around and enjoying the privilege is the bomb!” Lacles put the two bottles of vodkas in between Andrius and Zenith.

He grinned broadly while giving them a filthy look. Polmos Spirytus rektyfikowany Vodka is known to be one of the strongest liquors in the world, it has 96% alcohol by volume. Ella has no choice but to comply with the mayor's demand. She took the bottle of vodka from the minibar and filled each glass to the brim before she gave it to Edward and Joaquin. She hands them the glasses and says, "Good luck," wishing both of them well. Frederick cheered to them, "Bottoms up, boys," and they all raised their glasses for a toss.

He texted her, asking where they were drinking. They ordered two kinds of drinks: the Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany 192 Proof and Penicillin Cocktail. 192 Proof is made of premium ethyl alcohol with an agricultural cereal origin while Cocktail is one of the best drinks in Singapore. This is an intoxicating concoction of Islay Scotch, honey-ginger sweetening, and recent juice, the drink is lemony, sweet, and alluringly smoky all promptly. The cocktail tastes like a slice of heaven. It will be worth it.

Jordan walked to the side of the bed and sat beside him, patting his brother's shoulder while Selly sat on the other side. Meanwhile back in the hall, King Veryl decided to ask, “How much did he drink? He looked fine just a while ago.” “A little over one and a half bottles of Poison 101.” Malachi answered as he stood up and pushed his chair back before making his way away from the table. “Poison?” Veryl asked with a raised brow. Alpha Lewis sighed, finding the amount his son drank ridiculous. “It's a name for a strong liquor for the supernatural.” “Oh!” Veryl nodded in understanding. It seemed shifters in this world also had preference for strong drinks.

He made a toss and acted handsomely as he pretended to drink his. “How was it?” Jerson asks. The burly man who drinks the vodka in one go felt his stomach-churning. “How was the taste of your own medicine? I told you, I kill people, didn’t I?” Spirytus Vodka. This alcoholic drink is known as the world's alcoholic drink that could knock you down in one shot. That is why, Jerson, who was drinking the black label earlier, did not dare to take a sip on it. He knows it would knock him down in just a matter of seconds.

I exclaimed. “What, you never witnessed that back at Grey Wolf?” He looked at me, smiling. “I did, but I never did it myself,” I replied. “And to be honest, never thought I’d witness it again.” “It goes great with my favorite Russian phrase.” Blake had a glint in his eyes. He turned to the other poor bastard, who was convulsing uncontrollably in fear. As Blake’s warriors struggled to hold him down, a puddle formed on the floor from him pissing himself. Blake just as swiftly sliced his dick off and yelled, “Hui tebé v rot!” as he did the same thing again, shoving it into his companion’s mouth.

Chapter 34 Lucien sat on a plush leather cushion, the silence in his room stretching thin around him, as he lifted his glass, eyes sharp and unreadable. He took a long drag of the 'Obsidian Whiskey.' A dark smoky liquid, distilled exclusively for Lycans, with a bite strong enough to numb emotions. Just what he needed--except it wasn't working. He couldn't help but think of the tears. He'd caught them in her eyes before she dashed out.

Liana suddenly smirked, and stopped Jennifer in her tracks. Jennifer glanced back. "What else do you want?" "I agreed to save Frederick, but no one enters my door so easily. Since you're here..." Liana crossed her arms, and sneered, "You need to pay a little price." Jennifer stared coldly. "What do you want me to do?" Liana beckoned to a servant, who promptly handed over an exquisitely designed bottle of aged liquor. "This thirty-year-old liquor was specifically flown in from the Northern Frontier. I haven't had the chance to taste it yet. I'd like to offer it to you," Liana declared proudly. "But I hate waste. You must finish every drop of this liquor right here."

The small vial shimmered with a distant cerulean hue, illuminated by the light of the sporadic lighting. My eyes widened at the sight of the vial. It was known as the Wolf’s Bane—the potent bane of our kind, capable of weakening even the greatest wolf. My heart pounded. How was Boris able to obtain Wolf's Bane? And how did he manage to bring it into the Games without getting caught?

“You can tell me if you don’t like something.” She blinked up at him. “I don’t really like beer,” she replied. “It’s too bitter.” “What do you drink?” She blushed. “You’ll make fun of me,” she said, dipping her head. “Tell me,” Liam murmured, threading his fingers through the dark just-fucked curls that cascaded around her shoulders. “Sweet wine,” she replied, “Vodka Cruisers, Canadian Club, and dry. I like sweet,” she said with another shrug, not looking at him.