Blind Shark Tavern Novels & Stories

“Sadly, yes. How could I avoid your booming voice?” Our snow leopard mate explained he’d been wanting to give us a new experience after we told him we’d never had fresh seafood. That got Alicia’s attention. “You’re taking us to a fancy restaurant to eat shrimp and oysters?” He hid our faces with a pillow and whispered, “Won’t that be expensive?” I nodded. “No. Actually I’m taking you to a cheap little seafood shack by the water. It has the best lobster rolls and clambakes.” “Huh?” I’d never heard of those, whatever they were.

Allowing her father to wheel himself ahead of her, she passed through the doors of Sharkie's, a small bar off Popp's Ferry with a rustic motif and an ancient feeling about it. Standing there a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, she tried scanning the faces for Morgan or Lily, or anyone else she knew for that matter. While she had driven past the place a few times, she had never been inside, and unlike the bar she visited out by I-10, this one she could appreciate. The booths were quaint with leather couches and the tables were of an old finish that glistened when they were polished. The clientele was also of a higher caliber and not leftovers from the day labor place.

"Damon must know some magic spells to tame this wild tigress." Mira smiled and blushed. "He is like uncle Uday..." Meanwhile Damon finished his work and was coming back with Madhan and Yang. He saw a burnt house on the way and asked Madhan about it. "What is this place?" Madhan smiled nervously. "This is Mira's old house, I mean Kabir's house where the accident happened!" Damon frowned. "Stop the car!" Madhan looked at him bothered. "But_" "Stop the car!" He ordered.

I park my bike, swing my leg off the frame, and stride inside. The bar’s dark and dingy, just the way I like it. As I storm across the concrete floor, every patron lifts their head to look at me, no doubt feeling the energy I leave in my wake as I pass their tables or booths. The bartender, a swarthy panther shifter named Dagger, looks up when I stalk toward the steel and carbon bar-top at the back of the pub.

I was very sure they were vampires. “Clair, what kind of bar is this?” she asks. “A fun one. Look how wild they're getting.” I answered. “Here,” I passed her a shot. “Take a little sip.” Donae sat next to me on my right, like the place was full of germs. Daia was at the entrance, flirting with a wolf she knew. “Hi, I would like 3 of your strongest drinks,” I called to the bartender. His bluish-gray hooded eyes flicked over with disinterest. “Would you like to try my specialty bomb juice?” he drawled, a smile etched on his face.

I’d walked right into another cage. My breathing quickened, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard it hurt. I forced it steady, straining to listen over the creak of wheels and the pounding in my skull. “She’ll be worth the risk,” one man said, the tall one from the road. His voice carried that same confidence. A second voice, deeper, with an edge of nerves. “You really think the blind bastard won’t come for her? He’s a monster. Killed men for less.” "Rogues don't get opportunities like this twice. We have to take the risk.” The tall one replied, voice filled with excitement.

Finn asked and the genuine fear in his voice made me hate myself for worrying him. "I found this place called the Rusty Anchor," I revealed while stepping away from the broken glass on the floor. "Are you out of your mind?" Finn yelled into the receiver and the sheer volume made me pull the phone away from my ear for a second. "The Rusty Anchor is a dangerous dive bar and people get stabbed in their parking lot all the time." The drunk guy stood up from his stool and he aggressively grabbed the front collar of my jacket with his dirty hands. "It is not that bad," I lied to Finn while glaring right into the bloodshot eyes of the angry patron.

At this moment, Lucinda was blushing, her expression full of unmet desire as she pleaded, "I get this… itch whenever I drink. Just scratch this itch for me, will you, Mr. Glover? Just shield me with your body so my dad doesn't notice us." As I stared down at the fleshy globes through her neckline, I gulped. She was indeed a stunner. She was curvy and more voluptuous than those stars in adult films. Heat kept surging within me, becoming impossible to suppress. Who could ever resist when a spectacular 20-year-old woman begged them for a favor as such? I took a quick glance at Jerry next to me. Not only had he already reached his hand under Maya's skirt, but Maya even leaned into it, parting he

The bartender from last time wore a frown the moment he sighted us, wanting to disappear into another corner, when Zilla snapped her fingers at him. “A bottle of vodka and fruit juice. Pleaseeee,” she dragged. “Or should I take my noise and money elsewhere?” she arched her brows, arms folded. The bartender gestured towards the empty booths. “Welcome to Howl and Growls Bar, ma'ams. Feel free to have your seats.” Even the deaf could hear the sarcasm in his voice. “You should really watch your drinking habit, Toasty. Between you and Roger, I don't know who’s the worst drunk.”

Estelle said. Her words put me at ease but the second my sister and I stepped into the Shadow Valley bar it was like two ducks walking into a lion’s den. I was stunned for a second by how large and menacing everyone was and the sheer scent of wet dog was intoxicating. Then it quickly hit me that the last thing you show a wolf is fear. Estelle and I settled on the bar. The lean, tattooed bartender with one blue eye and one brown eye raised his brow at us.