Blind Shark Tavern Novels & Stories

Ignoring her weeping frame, you turned your torso, your massive palm gently patting my back armor to guide my alignment. “An exceptional deep-sea meat tavern operates near the lower docks. Does your internal wolf desire to migrate our tracks to that coordinate?” Swallowing the final morsel of my sandwich, my head executed an obedient nod of agreement. While your stride guided my frame away from the dining sector, my neck executed a brief turn to cast a parting glance over my shoulder at Paige Collins. The female's eyes were actively burning with a terrifying cocktail of absolute hatred and unbridled jealousy. My consciousness would probably fail to delete the lethal look in Paige Collins’s e

No creases or signs of wear, unlike this whole damn trip. My life has been akin to the grease and fingerprint stained menu at Skippy’s, instead of this unmarred, obviously expensive paper. That’s Blake’s world. He’s clearly wealthy, most likely a lot wealthier than I initially thought. He’s not just a bigger fish than I thought; dude’s a friggin whale shark. Or an actual shark depending on how dangerous he actually is. Probably a great white. “Are you sure that’s all you want?” Blake’s smooth vocals coax me from my thoughts. His fingers play along my palm, drawing my attention towards him.

It was too dark to see those hazel eyes that were the colour of the wilderness but Chloe thought she saw something akin to desire flash through them making her heart flutter like an excited bird. "Would you like me to start?" Chloe managed to get out, squirming in the males presence. "How about a drink first?" Lucas offered. "I was hoping we could talk." "Oh," The blonde shifted awkwardly, eyes refusing to look at the adonis-like creature before her. "Alpha doesn't like it when we talk to the clientele. He just wants us to dance." "Well it can be our little secret." Lucas’ lips formed a crooked smile that was as dangerous as it was delicious. “Unless of course you want to dance?”

A short, blonde human in all black asks as she comes up to me, "A card is already on file at the bar." "Can we get three bottles of your best 1800 Tequila," I answer without even blinking, earning excited cheers from the rest of the group. "With mixers, limes, and salt!" "Of course!" She responds eagerly, excited about the large tab and tip. "My name is Shannon; I'll be back around soon." As my friends chat and dance in our VIP section, I notice Jonah has yet to return to our table. Where the hell could he be, and did his Beta go with them?

The only sound was the clicking of their claws on the glass. When we got to the cliffs the air was different. It was heavy with salt. It smelled like the ocean. The Shiver was below it was a city made from old ships. Stay close Malachi said. This is not a place. There are no rules only money and power. We walked through the docks. There were sea-wolves everywhere they were big and hairy with webbed fingers. They looked at us they sensed the power of Helios. We went to a tavern called The Drowned Anchor. Inside it was smoky. The floor was covered in sand. We met Captain Vane he was a man with a beard and a missing eye.

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Ethan smiled down at me. “I love this place!” Callie squealed. “Their lobster is absolutely amazing!” “I’ve never been here!” Zoey grabbed Leo’s hand, and they started the train to the front doors. “We have a reservation. It’s under Boone.” Callie yelled from the back. By the time we walked in, the hostess walked off from the front. Zoey turned and smiled at us. I couldn’t help but look around. There was a massive sword fish mounted on the wall. The lighting was low, dark blue fitted table clothes and silvery accentsaccents brought out the water theme. Multiple fish were mounted all around of different sizes. However, it was the hammerhead shark that keld my attention.

I gasped, the words dissolving into another mouthful of seawater. I tried to twist away, tried to kick and swim in the opposite direction, but the dolphins blocked me, pressing firmly against my sides. “What are you doing?! Let me go!” I cried, my voice breaking. “We have to get away!” The fin drew closer, circling. The water churned, and I saw it then a massive, gray, endless teeth flashing in the brief roll of a wave. A shark. The iron taste of my blood was a beacon. My head spun with dizziness, and fear coiled tight in my stomach.

The other single-story storefronts were closed up for the night, the bright white from the bar's sign the only illumination aside from the orange-ish glow of streetlamps. Her tavern was pretty large in comparison to the other buildings. The gray clapboard siding had no doubt been weathered by salt-infused sunshine and wind off the sea. It resembled a large crab shack with burgundy shutters framing the large lower and small upper window. The front door had a gold plaque indicating Locals Only, along with hours of operation and that they were closed on Sundays and Mondays. Above that was an enormous fishing hook mounted to the frame that could've taken down Moby Dick.

They all have their titties out. I scoffed. Well, that explains the name of the place. I took steps through the dancing crowd and headed towards the bar. I got to the bar and sat on one of the high stools. "Welcome to Fire Tits," a good-looking bartender said to me with a smile. "Thanks. Can I get two shots of screaming orgasm, one shot of Martini, two shots of tequila and one of sex on the beach, please?" I said, making him dumbfounded as he stared at me.