Blind Shark Tavern Novels & Stories

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.

So he laughed it off and replied. “There is not much in this world that can scare me. I’m all for it if you want to try the blowfish.” Sara just smiled and looked out of the window. They arrived at their destination and walked into the lobby, where a female waitress greeted them. They were seated by the large window overlooking the street as pedestrians walked by. They made their orders, and both ordered the blowfish dish with a bottle of wine to accompany their meal. The waitress arrived with their wine and gave a small amount to Blake to taste, and as he did, he approved of the vintage and taste, allowing her to continue serving the wine for himself and Sara.

said Alpha, "sorry, we'd better go deeper. Please follow me!" Alpha Sinclair Ortega rose from his seat and led his guests to a different room and invited Alpha Sicily Sniders to sit on the sofa. Alpha Sinclair walked over to the small bar table that was also in the room. His arm reached for a special glass and a bottle of mulled wine. After pouring the necessary amount, two special wine glasses were brought out. "Have a drink, it's our newest product, Alpha!" Alpha Sicilian Sniders grabbed the glass, and drank elegantly. For a moment, her eyes closed as she savoured the flavours brought by the wine. A glimpse of her lips curving slightly made Alpha Sinclair smile too.

Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.” “Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin. “Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds. “Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

Vivian's eyes gleamed maniacally. Disgusted, Sean said, "You were just there to relieve my needs. How could I possibly be with someone like you? I've already compensated you. Stop looking for me!" Then, Sean walked toward me. "Sean Sherman, since you love her so much, join her in hell!" Vivian roared and ran toward Sean with the knife in her hand.

Two weeks later, Raven sat in a corner booth at the Black Fang, a dive bar in the heart of Diamondback territory. The establishment reeked of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the kind of desperation that clung to places where people came to forget their problems rather than solve them. Neon beer signs cast sickly light across scarred wooden tables and a clientele that looked like they'd crawl over broken glass for their next fix.

to this rich restaurant frequented by the rich second generation. The shou was a small freshman from college who worked part-time in the restaurant, clearly, being a character of a Dark BL he was very handsome, with porcelain skin and beautiful deer eyes, attracting the attention of the scum who were customers of this restaurant famous for its beautiful attendants and for the extra services that the attendants were obliged to give for the client.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

The redhead steps inside and so do the inked man behind her and shuts the door with a loud thud. The bar is nearly empty with only a handful of humans inside that are sitting at tables. Smells of the aged wood that makes up the seating and surface of the tables fill the air and makes Salavanta’s nose twitch with the flavor of wood. In the corner of the space is a goblin that wears a hood over his visage and has a dark cloth that covers his small frame. On the side of his belt and sheathed daggers that have be crafted for his size alone. A belt cloth hands low on his front side that has the symbol of guild Shade. Within his right hand, he drinks a watered-down version of swish, and like most

Though my inner wolf is not fond of the loud, wild tavern scene, the thought of the silver coins makes my beast relent. Promptly at 7 PM, I show up at the Blissful Uncle’s Tavern, the city’s most opulent watering hole and a veritable gold mine for the high packs. The crowd inside this stone tavern is either loaded with gold or carries massive pack influence from the high council. Despite having to wear a slightly revealing black leather dress and high heels that my wolf absolutely detests, I find the drink chores tolerable. In just over an hour, my hands have already sold three bottles of pricey mountain liquor, each fetching upwards of two thousand silver pieces, which means my coin commiss