Blackwater Draw Brewing Novels & Stories

“How could you even compare yourself to Aqua? You can’t even compare to a single strand of hair on her head! It’s all your fault that she’s not coming back! Get out!” Samara was stunned. If John’s rage was a violent churning of water in a bottomless ocean that would tear apart a person if they were not careful, then Will’s rage was a tornado that would sweep up so much water from the ocean that it would drown a person. She crawled out, and blood trailed behind her. She found herself feeling lucky that she managed to crawl very quickly, or she might have just died in Will’s hands. The two men had lost their minds!

Jordan said with a smile on his face. “I will do something about it, something you will not believe” Damian said and Jordan laughed. “I’ll be waiting” Jordan said still laughing and William was uncontrollable. “Alright boys, the fun time is over” Wendy said as she brought the mistletoes she ground to the table and a smaller bowl for Jordan’s blood. “The reverse brewing system, how does it work?” Damian said. “The normal brewing system is brewing the mistletoe alone and later mix it with the blood which is the poison, while the reverse boiling system is using magic to boil the both together and the form one substance which is the elixir” Wendy said and William looked surprised.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

“That’s right. Now, do you know why it was renamed Blackwater Valley?” “Uh, I don’t think so.” Richard felt as though he’d learned all of this at one time. “I assumed it was because the town’s on the river, or from it being part of the Rock River Valley. Something along those lines.” He suddenly felt foolish. Deadmond took the eyeglasses from his head and began cleaning them with his shirttail. “Well, the original village of Shaw Valley was platted in 1829, and thrived almost immediately. But in 1832, the year of the so-called Black Hawk War, malaria struck the township’s settlers. Devastated them. A bad strain, too: raging fever, blood in their urine, massive destruction of the red blood ce

I called while he replied from inside of the house and made himself visible. “There’s no water in the house, please go and fetch some water” Ikem did not complain he took the gallon and went off to fetch water, I was surprised that he had obeyed without complain, I kind of expected some resistance. I finished preparing food and served Ikem some then took some to Mama. “Am not feeling hungry” mama sighed.

It was my only chance because Mikhail was not paying attention. "That sounds nice but I am more interested in this wine. Is it harvested and fermented in Blackthorn?" He swirled the glass lightly, bringing it up to his eye level. At the same time, a sharp hiss left my lips. The wine was sweet but strong. Never knew wines could be this strong. My actions drew his actions. I nervously dropped the glass down. That was when the other party answered. "Everything down to bottling is done at Blackthorn. We have a special technique that maintains the sweet taste while making it very strong. I will be careful when taking it if I were you." He answered, explaining the sharp taste. The alcohol felt str

He sat down at the bar with me sitting next to him. “They look good. What are they?” The four beers were lined up straight across from a light golden color to one that was nearly tar black. “The black one is a licorice stout. There’s a sour, an IPA, and a peanut butter stout, all imported.” Grabbed each one, I brought them individually up to my nose and inhaled the fine aroma. It was nice to get out. I wished I could spend more time out and about with Alessandra without having to go a city over, and even then there was always the fear in the back of my mind that we’d get caught. The rush that came with sneaking around had worn off quite some time ago. “Good,” I picked up the first one, the l

Even if the stray knows the extraction, his wild hands will never master the delicate artwork of the milk-pour! The traditional extraction required two separate infusions of boiling water to draw out the aromatic essence of the volcanic bean. Tahlia let out a low, quiet chuckle when he completed his second draw while my kettle was still hovering over the funnel for the first soak. He immediately dismissed my technique as some cheap parlor trick I must have memorized while serving as a house slave in the outer sectors.

“I sensed moisture as well, but it was not living water. It was a dead ley line.” Narel pointed toward the estate. “Blackwater was built over a sanatorium owned by the Scott family. It has underground levels, abandoned railway tunnels, and a water-treatment station that stopped operating forty years ago.” The chlorine smell Elaine had described during her previous abduction returned to my memory. “Why didn’t you mention it before?” Narel lowered her gaze. “Because Maxon never used it. His father said the house was cursed.” “Everything in that family is cursed,” Liv muttered.

Murmurs of discontent interrupted their work and leisure all that morning, and were still rife when they sought shelter in the shade of the trees as the sun blazed at its peak, making it too sweltering to do any more. "Some break this is." A man called Robertson muttered after taking a long swig of home brewed beer. The piquant tang brought a small smile to his face, the flavour always far stronger than that sold in taverns. "I dunno what the hell is wrong with him. I know ee's always got a temper but it ain't normally this volatile. Bastard is askin' for someone to stab 'im in the back." "Try it," his crew mate snorted. "You were there when someone challenged him. The smell of the hanging b