Immortal Wine Novels & Stories

"Grandpa, let my hands show you the fine luxury wines Jackson brought to our keep. Any single one of these bottles outclasses that dirt water Derek brought!" Talia pretends to know every single vintage brand on the table, exclaiming, "Wow! These are all such prestigious alpha brands! Jackson, this must be the legendary vintage from the southern valleys, right?" Malia feels a sudden wave of embarrassment and mutters, "Mom, please stop your mouth. You clearly don't know anything about territory wines. That specific vintage is practically impossible to find across the borders these days. Stop believing every single text you read on the mirror stones."

Therefore, it is difficult for us to have children with each other. And for that very reason, the Evermore's leader, Brayanlynn (aka my dear father), came up with a solution fifteen millennia ago. What solution? Strictly train each Immortal until they reach the age of 20 (in our timeline). Then send them to the reality corresponding to each Immortal's destiny book. Alone. Without any external help. Only with their knowledge about this reality and the main story of their respective book of destiny. In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end.

Three peaces of broken mirror merged them self deep in his head and his blonde eyes wide. Nikolai's breathing was still rapid, his hands gripping the edges of the sink that his knuckles were almost turning white, his red eyes had a smile in them. A few bangs of his hair were falling in his face while his lips curled in a small smile. "Champagne can only be mine " his deep voice declared to no one but himself.

she added. "How did you know about that?" Robert curiously asks. Even he was in awe at how Skye recognized the label. "Ahm...I had it once at one of the parties I attended. I got curious so I searched it up" After clearing her throat, she casually explains. "How about mine, what wine do I have?" A woman beside their table reaches out her glass to her. She did what she did to her glass earlier, and a smile carved her face. "Cielo Cabernet Sauvignon 1910. The same varietal and cult wine. But unlike Azure, Cielo has a bigger production at 400 to 500 crates per year" Skye returns the glass to the woman.

Maverick didn't hesitate to protect his girlfriend. "I only asked her questions, I don't know why you are over reacting unless you are guilty of something" Ottiline glanced at him she took a bite of the food on her plates. "Isn't that wine the most expensive wine in the world and is only available to a few influential people." Someone pointed out the bottle of wine that is lying silently on the table. "Ottiline they said is from your sugar daddy, Do you know how he got it or how rich he is?" Bella's asked as Clara who was eating chuckled slightly and tried not to throw up.

It had been a long time since I'd thought of blood as more than just a necessity to be obtained in the most civilized manner possible and consumed with expedience, not savored. "So what do you do for a living, Ariana?" He sipped at his beer, though with a werewolf metabolism he could have probably downed a whole keg without getting drunk. Most immortals have a less-intense reaction to drugs than humans. If I chugged a whole bottle of wine I might get a slight buzz...but probably not.

Karen asked, “Ladies...” Ember, with a huge smile on her face, questioned Karen, “Sire, what kind of wine do you like...? If you don’t have a preference, I’ll assist you in making a decision. We have four different sorts of wine. The Eternal Bliss provides you divine ecstasy, the Black Pirate is for the strongest one who relishes failure, the Blue Vapour gives you delusions of pleasure, and Red Wine tastes better for singles...” Karen inquired of them, “I’m not coming to you for wine. I was curious about the person you referred to as AXE...”

Cynthia saw Isabella walking right into her trap and asked, “Since you like red wine, you must know quite a bit about it. Can you tell us about the origin and characteristics of this particular wine?” Isabella hesitated. She could tell the wine had a lingering grape fragrance and a unique bitterness, but detailing its origin was a bit challenging. Facing Cynthia’s provocation, Lucius remained calm, took the wine from Isabella’s hand, and took a small sip. He lifted his eyes and disdainfully replied, “Lafite, 1988. It’s from Italy.” Samuel, who was accompanying Cynthia, was taken aback. Lucius had actually got it right. Could he really be an expert?

Mateo motioned the server over to me so that I could try the wine first. He approached me, uncorking the bottle, and gently pouring it into my wine glass. "Chateau Lafite Rothschild from Pauillac, France. Dated 1844." He put an extra uumpf into pronouncing the French words with more emphasis. I nodded my head in appreciation, although I had no idea what all those words and numbers meant.

"Sure sweetheart." After the call ends I grab the most expensive wine on my rack that I only drink when I'm down the Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Grand Cru 1945. When I'm troubled I always search for wine stores that sell unique and expensive ones to punch my gut and drink them as well I'm in my deepest sorrow. The deep brick red and dark color makes you forget how unlucky I was as the taste sends an endless spiciness to your gut to wake up.