Cobblestone Tavern Novels & Stories

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.

Holding his head higher and puffing on his chest. “It’s none of your business how I got here. Now, if you aren’t going to order a drink, I have others to attend to.” He muttered. “Very well, I’ll take an ale. Actually, make it a double I have time to kill.” With a nod, he turned and grabbed two steins. Filling them before placing them before me. I handed him two gold coins. He grabbed them, stuffing them in his apron before moving on to the next person at the bar. I shifted from the bar and headed to a table at the far end of the tavern. Far away from prying eyes as I watched people come and go. The tavern was dark, the flames of the fire were burning hot, and the lights above dimmed. The wo

Killing the engine, my boots hit the gravel with heavy, deliberate steps. Pushing the wooden tavern doors open, the smell of stale beer and fried grease assaulted my nose. A jukebox played a muffled rock song in the corner. The afternoon crowd was thin. A few locals sat at the long wooden counter. Over in a dark booth by the pool tables, three guys wearing red varsity jackets laughed over a pitcher of beer. Nathan sat in the middle. Striding across the sticky floor, my focus locked onto his smug face. One of his teammates, a massive guy named Troy, noticed my approach. Troy stood up, blocking the narrow aisle.

She could only trust him so much. Candi headed toward a little spot she'd discovered prowling around her brother's new place of employment. Stoke's Bar & Grill was an odd sort of place. The T-shaped building had limited indoor seating. Most people either took advantage of the sun and surf vibes to sit outside, or they made use of the old school car hop option. During the day it was mostly beach goers. At night, motorcyclists and car enthusiasts took over. Every now and then, there were girls on roller skates that served drinks and food.

"Oh, excuse me sir I thought... nevermind. it's 3 copper per day, 5 copper if you want food too" "We need to stay two days so 12 copper is it?" Says the barmaid, bowing lightly towards Bob as soon as she receives the payment. It's not usual for clients to pay upfront and this made her very happy. Ever since she bought the tavern she's been regretting it.

There were just so many things happening all at once. After a brief stroll, Bryan and Aiden spotted a cozy tavern with a wooden sign that read The Hidden. Quite an unusual name for a tavern, but they went in anyway. The place was illuminated with torchlight at the entrance, and they were welcomed with its warm interior. "This is a perfect place to settle for the night," Aiden said to Bryan as he took in the place and approached the stout barkeeper. He then placed a handful of shimmering coins on the counter. "Two rooms for the night, if you please," he said, his voice confident and steady.

A boy took notice and offered to hold his reins. For one of his coins, the boy led the horse away for a bucket of oats and a trough of water. Ubertus entered the warm crowded tavern and his senses were assaulted by a din of drunken voices and the smells of stale ale, sweating bodies, and piss. He stood before the blazing peat fire, revived his cramped hands and called out in his thick Italian accent fora jug of wine. Since it was a market town, the men of Tisbury were well-used to strangers,

There were all kinds of animals I had never seen before. Our cart was being pulled by what looked like a unicorn, but I wasn’t sure. There were giant wildcats with horns, flying creatures that looked almost human. There were big, beautiful flowers blooming, even in the snow. “Urus is the closest town to the ancient capital and castle. I will take you there. In town, you can find someone that will take you to the ancient castle, but it won’t be free. Not everyone here is as kind as I am. If you find yourself back at the old castle, and you’re in need of work, I can always use a pretty little thing like you.” She cackled, and elbowed my in the ribs.

In the twilight, the lingering sunset cast its light on the red brick and green tiles, adding a hint of haze and poetic charm to the bustling and prosperous Phoenix Song City. Sebastian hadn't forgotten his purpose for this journey. He continued walking and arrived at the most bustling central area of the city. This was a building with green tiles, vermilion eaves, and golden plaques hanging above the entrance, inscribed with "Drunk Immortal Pavilion." It was the largest and most famous tavern in Phoenix Song City. Sebastian had come here for a reason, and it certainly wasn't for a meal. As he entered, a waiter immediately came forward to welcome him, observing Sebastian's attire and showing

As Jamie was trying to cast them all to memory, as Roaul guided her to a tavern called The Cat’s Claw. Jamie walked into the Tavern and it reminded her of The Crone’s Head, except there were far more decorations on the walls and doors leading off to smaller rooms. The Tavern was full of punters, and there were a couple of barmaids rushing around with jugs of beer. The maids were not scared of slapping the customers if they got too touchy. On the bar was the biggest silver tabby Jamie had ever seen. The cat had amber eyes that would notice everything that was happening. "You are beautiful!" Jamie gasped and walked over. Jamie bowed her head and said, "Hello, my name is Jamie."