Invincible Connoisseur Novels & Stories

He was radiant when he saw me emerge in it—unique and lethal, a classic elegance that only a High Luna could carry. Connor stood behind me in the mirror of the Vale Hills Estate, his massive frame a protective shadow against my back. He wound his arms around my waist, his touch a brand. "You are a masterpiece, Ava. A relic of a more graceful age. Thank you for choosing the gold; you have the instincts of a queen."

Amy screams, her fury completely breaking her noble mask. This rejected slut is actually demanding the exact same luxury dishes as her table, and she is ordering twice the amount! How can a scarred moonborn be worthy of consuming the same meat? "What? Does this grand lodge not even store basic Sendevision?" I ask, completely ignoring Amy’s screaming as I look back at the stunned server. "Fine, if your cellars are barren, then bring us two flagons of the '82 Consaice vintage instead." The server stands there completely frozen, his mind unable to process how a broke wolf knows the names of the most sacred elixirs in the territory.

And between them, across a small table with two cups of genuinely terrible coffee, something settled that had no contract and no terms and no exit clause. Just itself. Clean and real and entirely chosen. Which was, as it turned out, considerably better than £500,000.

This was also a gift from the Vincent family to him, when he was Eugene Vincent's subordinate, it could be said to be worth hundreds of Spirit Stones, suitable for forests. In the mouth of Gunner Vivian growled, and suddenly, that blood dragon shadow, was directly swallowing many Immortal Pills in succession Immortal Venerable, which is nothing at all. It must be known that it is already a half-step Immortal Venerable Spirit Beast at this moment, which can break through at any time. Although Gunner Vivian was not injured, then the strong man also ran away, Tadhg Walter did not chase, but Gunner Vivian was not used to fighting and got tired.

Chandler asked. His brows went upward, as Vincent took a seat across Chandler. “It is not your business whether I bring acquaintance or not.” He looked at the glass of wine that Chandler offered. And then, Vincent drank the wine in one shot, which soon, he regretted because the wine taste so bitter for him. “Ack,” Vincent squinched. “This is so bitter. Who will enjoy drinking wine like this?” Chuckling, Chandler replied, “That is an insult to ‘Screaming Eagle Cabernet 1992’ that worth $500,000.”

Her smile was a promise and her eyes, pools of molten amber, knew exactly how to extract the price. Her partners moved in a synchronized ballet behind the small, polished obsidian counter. Kaida, the vampire vintner, with hair as black as a starless night and skin like polished moonlight, decanted a deep crimson liquid into a crystal glass. The wine, "Vesper's Kiss," was famous for drawing forth memories of a first love, a first touch. Across from her, Conor, the werewolf chef, worked at the sizzling grill. His massive shoulders strained against his simple white tunic, his hands, which could tear a man apart, now wielded knives with delicate precision, searing rare meats and arranging edible

Stepping into Superno, I try to peer around the people in the crowd packed together like sardines. Eventually, I manage to spot distinctive, wavy white hair as a strobe light bounces off it. Feeling excited, I make my way over to the booth to find Invidia happily sipping on a fruity-looking cocktail. As soon as she spots me she lets out an excited shriek, hurrying to finish the sip of her drink while simultaneously placing her cocktail on the table.

He shrugs. "You are in your own home. Who cares if you get drunk or tipsy?" I smile. "I do. I don't want to make a mistake to piss off Dex." He nods. "I will keep an eye on you, okay?" I nod. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He chuckles as Hunter walks back in. "Pappy Van Winkle 20 years old. And Domaine de la Romanee-Conti, Romanee-Conti 1988," he said. I look to Luca for any ideas. He smiles and takes them from him.

Ben walked in between the shelves, reading the lables on the bodies. "Aha!" He exclaimed. "1976 Vampionuhr Petillant. My father got it at a meeting, it was retrieved from a shipwreck on an Island way west from here." He grinned, devilishly, "there are only five in existence so I'm sure this tastes fucking incredible." "I don't think we should drink that." I protested. "Why not?" Chloe whined. "Well for one, it's Richard's and there happens to be only five of those in the world which makes it rare. Between that and that, I think you can figure out why not." I replied.