Blacklion Vodka Novels & Stories

“You’ve grown broader since you survived the Whitmore slaughter, Chika.” “Thank you, Maestro,” I say, bowing my head in respect. Vance walks over to an iron workbench and pours three glasses of dark, distilled wolf-whiskey. He pushes two glasses toward us. “Drink. It cuts through the chill of the war-zone.” I take a glass and swallow the burning liquid in one gulp, the alcohol firing through my throat while Peyton sips his cautiously, sniffing the rim first. Vance chuckles at Peyton’s paranoia. “Jamaican Blue Mountain moonshine, aged in charred silver barrels. The water temperature during distillation was kept at absolute zero to extract the raw magic.”

It was decribing how ready they were to sip the drink and chill with the loud noise around. "What drink can I get you two?" The Bartender being called as Daniel asked with his warm expressions towards his Alpha and Margie. "Can I have Manhattan and blue ocean for my friend please?" Bastian requested to Daniel. Then, he added, "and could you please reduce the use of vodka for the blue ocean itself? because my friend might be drunk if it is too strong." "Wait for a few minutes." Daniel agreed and began to mix the different liquids in two different glasses.

She didn't move but watched him intently. He laid his hand on her waist, pulled her closer and bent in, sliding his tongue along her lips. Her breath hitched as he backed away. He looked between the two women; one expecting to have sex, one was unsure of her wants. He knew who would be going home with him immediately. He hated those who expected something from him. He took the blonde's hand, grabbed his bottle of whiskey and walked towards the door. The dark haired woman looked furious but just watched as her friend disappeared with Leo.

Lucas walked to the other side of the bar. “What will you drink? We have every type of drink you may want.” “Uhm - “I scanned the shelves that certainly had different types of drinks from whiskeys to vodkas to tequilas and even brandies. Most of them were definitely exotic high-end liquors as I had only seen some of them during workplace events and high-end social events in Atlanta. “I don’t know. Just anything light, please.” “Light? Pff!” Vivian scoffed mockingly. “Get her a Macallan scotch. Girl, you need to turn up!” she laughed, swaying her hand to a hum she made.

’ Chelsea mind-links me. ‘What!’ I yell via mind-link. Fin lets out a growl so loud it shakes the entire castle. ‘I’m on my way to you.’ I tell her. ‘No, we’ll come to you. Already en route. Please calm Fin. She is extremely nervous to talk to you both.’ Chelsea warns us. This makes Fin whine like a pup. I take a few calming breaths and walk to grab myself a drink. I give myself a double shot of whiskey and down it. Then, pour myself another. Lycans can’t get drunk. It takes a lot for us to even feel the effect of human liquor. That’s why we make our own top-tier liquors that keep pushing the envelope on how strong it is. That is one of the brands that we developed here. I carry the drink to

I said before grabbing Tyler's cup and gulping the cocktail-like drink down. "Ew, what the fuck was that?" I asked in disgust. "176 vodka." He said and I pulled my face again. "Well, I need more. I hate it but I don't." I said before going to a table. This stuff is legit numbing my pain. "Wait is it that Balkan stuff?" Cole asked and Tyler said yes. "Liv, you're gonna get so fucked up from that one drink," Griff said and I rolled my eyes at him. "Shut the fuck up Griff," I said before pouring another glass at the table.

Within a few seconds, a hot bartender walked up to me. "What may I offer you, Sir?" "Five shots of tequila and two bottles of Hennessy," I ordered for my favorite drinks. She stood there and skimmed my face for a while. I believed she was shocked about my order or seeing me around. "Oh, and a bottle of Viva vodka," I added. 'Viva vodka is the most expensive drink in the club.' "You should be Matt, the billionaire!?" She concluded my order. "You are new here, ay?"

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

Zera asked. Leonardo shook his head, let out a soft sigh and reached for a decanter closest to him on the island top. The label on the bottle identified a single malt whiskey from Scotland’s western isles, older than most of us gathered around the kitchen island. “That was my initial thought, but upon a closer look, I found that all of our shipments have been detained.” peat drifted up from the tumbler as he poured, intensifying the hush that settled over the kitchen.

said Ratty. "Go on," said Cameron, who was now suddenly serious. Then, I said, there came a Javanese-Japanese who was old but elegant. He walked very calmly. Dozens of well-built, crew-cut people looked alert around him. Alex Limantoro then introduced me to him. When I met, I was surprised because that person knew my mother, Lidia. He also asked how Ratty, Cameron, and Laymisch were. "At that time, Tequila Ley, Billionaire Vodka, and Macallan 64 Year In Lalique were served," I said, showing off a little.