Blacklion Vodka Novels & Stories

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?

Despite being around my age he looked far older with traces of botox. "You too," we took a seat and I watched his eyes light up as the waiter brought in a bottle. I on the other hand was in the least bit surprised because I had ordered it. It was an Eclipse Royale 1988. One of the most expensive liquors in the world. We got to eating although I barely touched the food. Business over a meal was never a good choice for me. It felt too informal. "So I wanted us to go over the last agreements before signing the deal?" He muttered and I nodded. So our engineers should be able to start work on the foundation and all.

She leaned closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “Check this out.” She pulled out a laminated menu, pointing to a few drinks with a grin. “Blue Lust—bright blue, gives off this cool vapor, got a lemon twist for zing. Then there’s Devil’s Kiss—black as night, vodka-heavy, extra ice for that kick. And the Rainbow Special—layers of colors, tastes like a damn fruit explosion.” My eyes drifted to the vibrant drinks on the menu, tempted. I reached for the Blue Lust, imagining the sharp tang on my tongue, but Stella swatted my hand away, quick as a whip.

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.’”

Leonidas rumbles deeply. "Yes! The secret refinement method for the sacred pack herbs." My expression becomes completely focused as I guide the topic back to our arrangement. "The elite beauty remedy under your Silverclaw Trade Alliance, the Vanjilin elixir..." Leonidas' gaze turns incredibly dark and heavy. "How does your young wolf know the secret name of the Vanjilin elixir?"