Noble Beast Brewing Novels & Stories

We’re going wild tonight. - The bass hit like a heartbeat, loud, steady, alive. “Cave” looked like every other upscale club tucked into the heart of the city, all neon haze and expensive drinks, but beneath the surface, it was made for wolves like us. Most humans didn’t even know what they were walking into. It didn’t matter. I didn’t come here for the music. Or the crowd. Or the sleek interior with its hidden scent barriers and padded walls built to handle a wolf’s temper.

“All my products will be natural, cruelty free, parabens free. So what do you say?” Nicholas was stunned when Bella spoke in all business like. Nicholas liked how she took charge of her works. “Ms. Woods, it will be an exclusive contract and the employees of Dominic Coffee Factory would be thrilled if your products hit the markets as we expect them to. This will be collaboration between you and us” The twins and Bella were elated to hear this and hugged Nicholas nodding a yes. The boys whooped and laughter filled their home. Nicholas was happy to see that Bella was spreading her wings and was doing things she had not done before.

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

Mythical beings such as mermen have co-existed with humans ever since the beginning, if not, they were earlier than humans. Some myths even said that the first two humans were once a merman and a mermaid. However, that remains a folk tale up to this day. “Breaking News, one of the oldest wine companies, Lukeberry’s beverages, who is famous for their Napa Valley’s Soaring Eagle wine, is now under the Phoenix Corporation which is owned by Mister Azrael Thorne Execroz” The television rambled.

Nicholus's POV: After the training session, I resigned to the conference room inside the castle with my Beta and Gamma for a meeting about business matters. Recently, Alpha Maddox Sinclair, the King of the East approached us to attain the rights to the production of Bloodmoon Merlot, the only alcoholic beverage that could intoxicate Supernaturals. Considering it was one of the main sources of income for the North and well, the treasures and wealth wielded by the North would make anyone envious, so it was no surprise that others too wanted to try their hands on it.

Darren insisted, taking a cylindrical case out and handing it over to Andrea. She gasped, seeing the beer bottle appear from the covering. “You found it?” “Yeah, I traveled back to that inn and they still had contact with the supplier.” Andrea let her fingers touch every part of the dark, glass container. “I went there too, but they said that they didn’t make it anymore.” It was the craft beer that only the pub in New Worsham produced. It became her favorite and after all that happened, she craved it but never got the chance to have another sip. “How did you do it?”

Safer. There stood a woman- Innara. She stood barefoot in the kitchen, hair loosely braided over one shoulder, humming under her breath as she stirred a pot on the stove. The smell of simmering milk and cardamom filled the space, warm and comforting. She moved with ease of routine now, hands confident, body relaxed- so different from the woman who had once trembled in hospital sheets, afraid to breathe too loudly.

Upon arriving at the brewery, they were greeted by the grand sight of the brewery’s brick facade, framed by towering oak trees that stood like ancient guardians of the establishment. The Oakheart Brewery was a blend of history and modernity. Its exterior showcased sturdy red bricks and large, arched windows that gave a glimpse into the heart of the brewing process. As they stepped inside, the air was filled with the rich aroma of hops and malt, a sensory promise of the quality that awaited.

I tried once again but in vain. "Chester dont act rude to our host." said the the blue eyed girl carressing his neck. As if on queue, the horse gazed up from his bucket of food. His attention on me. I patted his mane while he snickered in response. "I am Rosaleigh Isabellé. You can call me Bellé." The blue eyed girl introduced, forwarding her hand for a handshake. Ignoring her hand, I ran out of the stable to the only person who could bring me the world if I asked for.