Bluebird Tavern Novelas e Histórias

She’d almost decided that she liked it black by now, though she suspected that sleep-deprivation may just have dulled her taste buds. She wandered over to the large front window of Blue Dragon Ink, and stared out at the parking lot. It was still pretty empty, and no big surprise: the only other businesses around here were Satan’s Bar and The Garage, both owned by The Road Devils. The garage was doing a full inventory and was closed that day, and the bar was open at noon to the general public. Of course, it was open 24/7 for Road Devils members, but she doubted that many of them would be around at ten a.m. on a Friday.

Dylan pushed the tumbler at me before ordering, "Another please. It seems we're both in need of a whiskey right now. I'm willing to buy since you seem to have run out of all your stock in patience." I swallowed the drink in one gulp. They served only the best at Blue Diamond and I found myself feeling dizzy despite my constitution as an Alpha. "They serve this to humans?" I rasped, my voice was a low grumble, I could hardly force the words out of my burning throat. "No," Dylan said, grinning, "Blue Diamond's house well drinks are all for our kind. Good stuff, right?" I accepted a second tumbler with a cautionary nod. I would drink this one much slower.

We clink our glasses before shooting the colorful shots. May he rest in peace, huh? More like may he enjoy living like a high-school girl until his job is done. Sucker. I’m glad I’m not effeminate enough to pull that off like he is. He better get it done quickly before the weather warms up. Texas can go from forty to a hundred in one day. Slater orders us all drinks and more shots. These shots are blue with matching drinks he called Blue Mermaids. I wish I just had a bottle of Pooka instead. The Irish peanut butter whiskey of Jaxson’s doesn’t mess with hypoglycemia like these will.

that is how my life in the Volatile Hounds came to an end. Blinking away those memories, Nathan noticed that dawn was approaching as he made his way through the silent corridors of his home. Nathan paused by a window as the beautiful morning rays shone through and warmed his pale skin. His crimson red and Amber orbs stared into the sky for a moment as he began to wonder what would happen.

Black and scaly with a beak full of jagged sharp teeth. In the distance a child cried, the sound cutting through the bleak night, as the moon shone down on quiet streets. I made my way across town to Sapiens, an old tavern that still operated on the outskirts of Briarshire. An establishment that had been passed down through generations and had even withstood the great Lycan wars from two and a half centuries ago. With my enhanced hearing I could make out the lowly chatter of patrons and the giggles coming from the women who worked there. It was a bar, but it also doubled as a bordello house.

“Sounds magical.” The Skybluff Lounge lived up to the hype. It was perched atop a glowing tower of crystal glass, casting light across the snow-drenched streets. The rooftop was wrapped in invisible heat wards that kept the cold out but let the snowflakes drift lazily overhead, never melting, just twinkling like diamonds. Icicles hung like chandeliers, dripping with golden sparks. A live harpist plucked shimmering notes from a floating harp while a bartender with emerald skin spun bottles midair, pouring drinks that changed color and temperature mid-sip.

The sky was dark, and the cloudy sky had covered the stars. I walked to the richer part of the Empire to meet my client at a bar–The Blue Howl. I slipped among my pack members and tried to hide in plain sight and not draw attention to myself. Because I couldn't ask anyone for directions, it took a while to find the spot. It sat in a lonely part of the pack, and the people there were very few. It was a perfect hiding spot for outlaws and secret meetings like this. There were fewer witnesses. I found the pub and looked inside. It was scanty, with only a handful of people having lonely drinks. One fellow in particular caught my eye. He sat in the corner alone with two large glasses of beer in f

With my barely cold and pallid hands, I nonchalantly left my hair on a high ponytail as I saunter over the crowd around me. I just came out of the bathroom after my session with another businessman whom Sir Atlas is friends with. The thunderous sound in The Blue Apple is due to the event that Sir Atlas held this night. It fuels the headache I’m already dealing with since early this day. And aside from that, there are bands playing incessantly; and more than the usual, there are renowned icons in our pub.

Ciara asked as she glanced to Hatchett and Blue. “Well,” Blue said, settling in his chair. “We were just chilling at the Lobos, minding our own business. But seeing how the location is a great stopping point, we sometimes get people coming through there, not knowing it’s a shifter hangout. Not to mention the waitresses there are smoking hot.” “Will you get to the point?” Hatchett grumbled.

“So how do I get you back into my space… without making it too obvious?” The thought gnawed at him, and then, like a flicker of light in the dark, an idea sparked. His blue eyes gleamed with mischief as he straightened in his chair. “Blue Sky has that online service for VIP orders,” he whispered under his breath. “What if I…?” He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he grabbed his phone and dialed. The line clicked almost instantly. “Hello, Blue Sky Dining!” A cheerful, feminine voice floated through the receiver.