Blackwater Draw Brewing Novels & Stories

Jared asked. "Yup, I have been making research for years. On ways to get my blood, into Blackwood's body. And with the help of a human scientist, I was able to turn my blood into an odorless, colorless water. And when Racheal came along, we decided to to mix the blood with Blackwoods favorite scent, which is Mother Nature." Everett explained.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

By the time I stood back up, I was questioning my will to live. Why did people do this voluntarily? I racked the bar and stepped away, grabbing my water bottle. Except— It wasn’t my water bottle. I didn’t realize until after I had already taken a huge gulp. Cold water hit my throat, and I froze. Slowly, I lowered the bottle. It was black. Mine was pink. Oh no. Oh no. OH NO. I stared at it in horror. Please let this be mine. Please let me have magically forgotten the color of my own bottle.

��𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 180 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘔𝘦. 𝘛𝘩�

Then I added vodka and mint syrup. The emcee called me up. "Contestant No. 13, explain your creation." I took the mic. "I first called this 'Forgive', but now it's 'Moon Breeze'. It's a breakup drink for people who got hurt. It's about forgiving yourself and not punishing yourself for someone else's mistakes." I smiled, letting go. I won a participation award but wasn't discouraged. My mixing clip went viral online, dubbed "The Most Beautiful Bartender". I didn't love the focus on my looks. Beauty without skills often got labeled trophies.

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

“Sure sure. I’ll believe it when I see it.” Claire chuckled as she took a swig of her drink. Max followed suit almost immediately after. The drink itself was a simple local-made fermented grain drink. It was pretty much this settlement’s specialty. They called it Swampwater, and was derived from one of the many grasses that grew on the fen. The brewers even used the exact same water that the plants grew on, which made it doubly true to its name. The drink itself was bitter and earthy, with strong grassy notes to bind it all together. It wasn’t unpleasant, but wasn’t the most amazing drink ever.

“On top of that, there’s a moat surrounding Blackwater City called Blackwater River. The water in this river is rapid, and it looks like a vast black river. It is the namesake of Blackwater City. “The river is also quite peculiar as nothing from the outside world can float on it. Only special boats from Blackwater City can traverse the river safely.” That characteristic of the river was similar to the underworld. Then, they began a long flight. Despite the speedy immortal artifact vessel that Caelum had prepared for Andrius, it took them a long time to get to the extreme north. “Look!” Mark pointed at a black dot on the horizon. “That’s Blackwater City. Blackwater River doesn’t reflect light

"How did you do this? What exactly is that reaction?" I simply smirked, tilting my head back to meet his intense, golden gaze. "It is a basic botanical reduction reaction, Alpha Blackwood. The sap of this specific leaf remains entirely neutral against cured, historic ink that has sat and dried for days. However, it violently reacts with active, unevaporated moisture. The fact that this text just turned a vivid purple proves a definitive, irrefutable chemical truth... this specific ink was brewed, handled, and written within the last twenty-four hours."