Noble Beast Brewing Novels & Stories

Now however, after learning of his secret identity as a Beastman, she knew it was related to his inhumane physique. “This wine is a specialty of the Heavenly Fox Clan. Beastmen are normally impervious to wine; but not to the wine of the Heavenly Fox Clan.” Although Kylie asked Davies the question, it was Clara that answered. Kylie blushed slightly in embarrassment from being found out. She had forgotten that all those here had superior senses. It would take more than just whispering to keep her thoughts to herself. The Heavenly Fox Clan? What are they?” Kylie asked hurriedly. She was eager to take the attention away from herself.

I pouted. "Fine!" He grabbed a few bottles with spouts pouring it into a metal mixer then poured it over two cups filled with ice then added a splash of sprite. "Oo, that was fun." I made the next two drinks and passed them to the boys. "What are you doing now?" The Beast suddenly asked. "Why are you here Mister boss?" I asked with my hands on my hips. "This is my house." "I thought you were going to Chicago. You're going to ruin all the fun." I pouted to Niko.

The Spirit Spring Wine was brewed using water from the Spirit Spring, a unique spring water containing a peculiar energy aura. There was only one such spring in all of Buck, located within the Black Tortoise Lake area. Five thousand years ago, it was handed over to the current tavern owner, Leonard, for exclusive use in brewing Spirit Spring Wine.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

The MC pointed at his right and the certificate was uncovered with glitters around it. I strained my eyes but I couldn't even see anything written on it. “Let's get down to business,” he said and blabbered for about five more minutes before smiling. “The company, MajesticBrews has been on the top list as the best alcoholic company for years but—” he took a pause. “Another company has surpassed expectations. And we're glad to introduce the award winning company, EmberSpirit owned by Mr Jayden Flores!” the Announcer screamed as cheers filled the room.

I ignored the whispers, grabbed my number tag, and waited. Noah sat in the front row in a navy blue suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His face was expressionless as always, but his presence boosted my confidence. Groups of three competed, and it was judged live. I was in the last group, up against last year's runner-up. The pressure was real, but the process felt like a rebirth. This was the path I was meant for. I mixed rum and gin, a new flavor for Breeze Lounge. Then I added vodka and mint syrup.

Bella warns. “I need to know, Bella.” I say. I sip my coffee. “Very well. Damian your father is the Archangel Michael himself and your mother is the Queen of Hell Mephistopheles. But as you know, they were killed by other supernatural beings. Those beings were Gods of different pantheons around the world.” I raise my eyebrow in curiosity. “Raiden is the God of Thunder and also the king of the Japanese pantheon. He was the one that was ordered to kill your father. He lives in an ancient temple that is high above the clouds. He has four elemental masters serving under him. Shiva is the Goddess of Death in Hindu mythology. She’s from Tibet and resides in a place called Shambala. She has an army

"You know he is. My brother, Andy, had you a couple of years ago and told me some stories. Did you really make that kid urinate in class?" "Yes, I did," Kat answered, her tone serious. She hadn't thought it was funny at the time. "That was the second class I taught...it's not funny," Evan only laughed harder. "Oh, I'm sure of that, especially for the poor guy. Ah, I wish I had been there—I'd love to see The Beast in action," He stopped abruptly when the waiter made his reappearance with their plates. For Evan, a pan-seared rack of lamb encrusted with mint pesto and served with garlic green beans and new potatoes. Kat had ordered the lasagna verde with bechamel sauce and garnished with fried

And she would never leave this god's forgotten place. We reach the main crossroad and as always, I turn left and Keenan goes right. He gives me a soft smile and ruffles my hair playfully, then heads to the butcher to sell the deer's antlers and skin to get some money. I, on the other hand, go straight home.