Blacklion Vodka Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

"I'm plenty big enough to sort my own shit out. Don't worry. Ah! Then tell me what a blood moon is." I go back to my room with a smile on my lips and lock the door leading to the deck. Hazel will be important for this dinner I'm planning to order. The King likes her, the Prince likes her. Everyone likes her. And by everyone, I mean me too. It's a shame she's so suspicious and believes that "love is a lie". I already love her. * Royal Salute Scotch is one of the most expensive whiskies in the world. A bottle costs 20 thousand dollars.

Our eyes met and the bartender was already in front of me before I could even put my hands down. With a calculated grace, I used my middle finger to push the two glasses to his side in a single click. “Fill them up for us. Balkan Vodka.” I simply said to the bartender who understood me immediately. If not for the fact that the bartender was Clinton. Yes, Clinton. My sneaky link. If not for the fact that he's one of my people, any normal bartender would have asked questions before serving us. Why? Because Baltan Vodka is one of the strongest alcoholic drinks in the world. It is sold with care. Even a kindergartener would know such drinks are not suitable for first-time drinkers like Kevin.

I smiled, “and it’s great to meet you all!” I chugged back another drink. “Woah she can handle her liquor, eh boss?” Jason chimed in. I sighed and told them it is fantastic scotch. “No doubt, it’s Jameson’s brand” Ricky explained. “Simply the best out there.” “No need for flattery boys.” Jameson laughs. Liv moved to the bar stool on my right and we started chatting. “You need to try these rocket shots that Ken makes!” Liv said joyfully. “2 rocket shots coming up!” Ken cheered.

I had called up my best girl friends from childhood; Violet, Bianca, Elmira and Sasha, and they had gone to one of the best spas in California, then they dined at a fancy restaurant known for its very expensive meals courtesy of my alpha’s connections before flying back to my apartment. We also had a little bachelorette party, the night before the wedding at one of the fanciest high end bars, sponsored by a rather guilt stricken set of parents. There were lots of drinks, games and fun to go crazy with. Bianca was really wild as she downed shots after shots. “Bianca, are you seriously going to take that shot again…?” I asked worriedly at how my friend gulped down shots of vodka and tomato jui

Whiskey said bitterly. "You don't have to be jealous Whiskey!" Brandy said. "V, is taken, okay?" "Both of you shut up at once." This syndicate known as Black Lion and that agent was getting on top to be an A-list. "But V, who's more attractive? Whiskey or him?" "Of course Tony you asshole!" She scowls at once for them to shut up. But it didn't make Brandy shut up. "Who has the biggest d!ck, he or Whiskey?"

Greyson hummed, “Lucrative.” I nodded. There was that, but I wasn’t worried about that. Blue Ice was the best wolfsbane whiskey in the world. It had been for over a hundred years. Money was guaranteed for as long as no one else could make it. It was who was on the other end of the deal that mattered.

Nothing about the Blackstones was ever as it seemed. The air inside was thick with the scent of orchids and something darker, something bitter. Evelyn moved with practiced ease, pulling a bottle of Stolichnaya from a hidden cabinet, the glass so cold it fogged in the humid air. She poured two generous measures, the ice cracking like bones as she dropped it into the crystal tumblers. “To brother dearest,” she said, clinking her glass against mine. “May he never find out I’m here.” I sipped cautiously. The vodka burned, clean and sharp. “You’re not supposed to visit?”

Anatashi had found him there one night after he'd been chased by a few Alphas from the pack. Wiping a tear from his eye, he sat by the pool’s edge, placed his palm over the water and a small bottle with a cork and deep purple liquid looking like Anatashi put her very life blood into the elixir came out of the water. Her wolf spirit is what turned the elixir this color, she explained to him. Just before leaving the oasis, Moon reached into a hole in the tree next to the pond and pulled out a letter, addressed to Tristan and his Royals. With his two prizes in hand he made his way back to Shyfter, Kurgi, and the Royals.