Blind Tiger Dispensary Novels & Stories

Bile rose in Lucian's throat because of how worried he was. Even though he wanted to find out who Bellona was working for, his Alpha was more important than that. They could find about about that later, after all, she was locked up in their dungeon. "No need to panic. This dagger would kill an average wolf in an instant but you know this poison can't do much to me, much less kill me" Zephyr said calmly but his appearance said otherwise because he was now paler than usual and his eyes looked dazed. Lucian knew that Zephyr said those words to make him not worry. But how could he not worry when Zephyr looked like he'd collapse in the next second. This particular dagger had no cure so it was an

he uses his other hand to flimsily gesture in my direction, peeking from the gaps in between his fingers. Bell immediately shields her own eyes when spotting me, "I'm blind!" She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. "Max, what did you do to Benley?! Bring his nose back!" "Zie nose zis zasgusting!" Ramos yells and pulls a face too before suddenly fainting. I'm officially done for today.

JD “Mist, are you sure that this is one of the locations?” I asked Sean over the intercom. “There is no one inside this abandoned building.” I continued. Grey and I are scouting around the area. The tipster said that there are illegal transactions happening here. Topgun and Mist are on another location. “I’m sure, Black Dragon.” Mist answered. “What’s the status there?” I asked Topgun. “There is also no one here.” Topgun quietly answered.

JENNA’S POV Until the Alpha's mark healed on my neck, I still couldn't believe I had bonded so quickly. And the wolf I was bonded to wasn't Carrick, my partner of eight years. But Alex, the blind Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, whom I had only encountered during a few tense pack negotiations and who once stood against everything I represented. "You can't regret being my Luna now. When will you move to Silver Crest territory?" His voice was deep, resonating with Alpha authority that made my Omega instincts quiver despite myself.

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. “Y’look like ya need somethin’ stiff and strong,” he says, grinning with a feral glint in his eyes. Like most of the panthers, he’s a First Nations cat. He’s got shoulder length black hair tied back with a bandana, and like most people in this bar, he’s got scars and tats and missing teeth to show for the crowd he prefers. “The stiffer, the better,” I growl, planting my ass on the bar stool.

I growled and said, "Xavier, how dare you say that?" His jaw tightened as if there was something he did not want to admit. "You moved in with me, and you went to a bar the next day. Didn't you?" I thought back for a moment. That morning, I was devastated by Xavier's cruel words, so I went out drinking. However, I could not stop thinking about him. The place was also too noisy and chaotic. In the end, I left after just two drinks. Xavier's voice turned colder. "Reina saw you walk into a private booth with a group of men. You stayed there until late at night."

Honestly, it was a hilarious situation, but I was not going to let these to know this. “Oh, for fucks sake. The giant ass white tiger is Phantom, the equally giant black panther and jaguar are Jaeyde and Topaz. The freakishly large black wolf is Obsidian while the other wolf that we can only describe as a burning flame is Eymbyr. You two are so fucking terrible at explaining shit.” Chris told us. "And your point? This is why we keep you around. Plus, you like explaining shit." Mykynzye snarked.

"Thank you, Diana. I appreciate your consideration." There was a long silence before Diana spoke again. "Your Highness, may I ask you a question?" Damon sighed. "Of course, Diana." "Are you afraid of the dark?" Diana asked. Damon hesitated before answering. "No, I am not afraid of the dark. I have been blind since birth, so I have never known anything else." Diana was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "I see. I'm sorry if I offended you."

The bar goes by the name The Blind Tiger, tucked away down an unremarkable alley in Greenwich Village. Pushing open the door, you’re greeted by warm amber lamplight and the low hum of jazz. Behind the bar stands a bearded bartender, slowly shaking a cocktail shaker in his hands. Lucas leads me to a tiny round table tucked in the corner. It is so small our knees nearly brush against one another. “It’s peaceful here,” he says, pulling out a chair for me. “I’ve dropped by a few times before; their whiskey is excellent.”

They’re just dismounting from their Harleys when I open the door, but I’m surprised to find Tenebris with him instead of Blight. Tenebris seems to have cut his hair shorter and removed some of his piercings, which I find odd. Surely I haven’t been gone that long. “Blight have something against the rain?” I ask as they walk towards the cabin door, shrugging off their leathers and helmets and placing them on the table on the porch.