Blind Shark Tavern Novels & Stories

I let out a soft sigh and navigated through the thick scent of pine, musk, and sweet berry wine toward the large black-stone serving bar. I spotted an empty corner with five high wooden stools. It was strange that the section was totally bare while the rest of the tavern area was completely packed with wolves, almost as if the entire pack knew to stay away from it. "Young female, you cannot sit there," the bartender barked as I went to rest my legs. "That table is strictly reserved for the owner of the Nightfang Citadel." "Oh, my mistake," I mumbled, starting to pull back. "Leave her be, Omari," a deep, chillingly familiar voice rumbled from the shadows behind me.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

Titus remained impassive as he strode into The Dark Life. "What happened? Where's Sif?" he asked the bartender. The bartender's legs were trembling as he stammered, "I-I don't know, Mr. Lionheart. All I remembered was her meeting with the South Sea Crow, and then I fell unconscious. She was gone when I woke up." Titus' eyes narrowed, clearly infuriated by the bartender's panicked recounting. His family owned The Dark Life, but there were no official ties as Titus himself set up this place. They would use it to assign missions to Blackrank individuals, and it was an exceedingly secure spot.

Walking around the bar, he assessed where the Black Devil Spitfire had sent the two pirate toms when he spoke the words "to where you belong." Jinx had briefly explained this was his bar, The Mousetrap - a speakeasy and home of illegal games of chance that law enforcement turned a blind eye to thanks to Hades - before fucking off with his Demon behind a secret door. That was it. No further explanation. No suggestion of where to sleep but the Orangelo was very distracted. They could talk after some breakfast. Wandering in the storeroom, Priest found a coffee pot. He couldn't remember the last time he had coffee. It was hard to get on the high seas.

And in the center most place is a seafood galore consisting of lobsters, halibut, scallops, prawns, salmon, sushi, caviar, etc. I've never seen Liam yet so Blake, Ashton, and I set our foot to the spread and make ourselves full. The place is seething with glamorous girls in their swimsuit and winsome boys in their sexy trunks. I swallowed hard and tried to monitor my heart rate. "Are you sure this is the right address, Blake? Why are there some cameras everywhere? Why are there some famous figures in here casually sipping cocktails and like, what the hell is going on?" exclaimed Ashton while filching the scallops in his plate.

They then burst into laughter, heard my explanation. "Thank you," I avoided. “Next time.” "Reverence," Big K teased. If it just once to paid my reverence, okay then. I grabbed the glass, then immediately drank it down. To increase the sensation in my throat, I grabbed the cigarette pack. I took one stick, lit it, sucked it in, and blew it slowly. After that, Santos borrowed my guitar and then started working on it. Then, Big K continued his critics about the Saltyville eviction plan by the government. Saltyville was where the Saltyroth-Dolly bordello complex lies. Santos and Cole nodded in agreement, while I did not know anything.

“And taverns, but I suspect from your clothing, sir, you’ll be looking for a finer sort of both, and these are more catering to the sailors and workers of the area.” It would be a good location for Thaelen’s sailors to find humans to drink unnoticed from. He would suggest it when they returned to the ship, stressing the need to drink with discretion. The break for the blood slaves on board the ships, and the opportunity to feed to satiation for the vampires on board would be very welcome to all. “The theatre,” the driver announced with pride as they passed another large building brightly painted with people in masks and fluttering festive flags from the roof. “Theatre?” Thaelen repeated unsu

Just answers. The club was a low-end spot called Velvet Sin—neon lights still flickering even in daylight, bass thumping faintly through the walls. Back entrance, like Dre said. We slipped in through the service door. The bouncer knew Dre’s face—nodded once, let us pass. Money talks. Then Dre turned around, giving me the signal I needed. Up the stairs to the VIP booths. Room 7. The door was cracked open, moans spilling out—loud and shameless. I pushed it wide.

I growled softly, my voice a rough rumble that easily cut through the high-pitched shriek of the grinding machinery across the street. He swallowed hard, slowly pulling his calloused hand away from his wrench as he stepped aside, leaving the heavy timber door completely unguarded. Inside, the tavern was a chaotic maze of stained timber benches, thick tobacco smoke, and the deep-throated laughter of Southern Drift mercenaries celebrating their upcoming deployment. High-output electronic slot terminals lined the far wall, their cheap blue display screens throwing a flickering light across the pale faces of the local information brokers. Aria cut a direct path toward the back booth where an old

Shark bait was engraved on a copper metal and here two was another one of those R’s. “So what are we going to find here?” Claire said, frowning slightly. “Information and maybe what we are looking for.” Jack said, swinging the door open and holding it for Claire. Claire stepped in and the smell hit her first. It was a sweet rotten smell. The tavern was lit dim and the bright light was coming from the bar. Men were passed out in the corners, girls sat on tables or the bar giggling to drunk men. Claire walked in a little further, Jack and Jonah walked in behind her. Jack stepped in front of Claire scanning the room. He started to make his way to the bar Claire followed with Jonah. A loud squea