Noble Savage Brewing Novels & Stories

“Elves have reported sightings of rogues traveling in large groups. They’re turning humans into Newbreeders.” Her words stunned us all. I hadn’t heard that term since I was first introduced to this world. After finding out who I was made it better, but I’ve never met a true newbreeder. I have learned that it was a loophole for shifters to make new members and grow in numbers. “If Victor is making Newbreeders and has control of rogues, what does he want to do with them?” I asked “Nothing good,” Erica said, taking a deep breath and looking at the map.

"Tequila? We are not bartenders! Our business is different!" "Our business is money!" Calla shot back, her voice ringing through the room. "And this is how we will make more of it. We will open a brewery. A big one. It will be called 'Sombra de Agave'. It will have a bar. It will be a real, legal business."

Van asked. He sounded than incredulous the pregnant chick had when she'd smelled it. Did they not like butterscotch? "And," Cade sniffed experimentally, "hazelnut?" And suddenly, I was prey, and they were the bloodthirsty wolves.

And still keep the packaging. - Anyone can buy a cheap wine and have a label made. - Ours will have North B. right in the bottle. So there is no doubt that it is from this company. - I touched my belly, feeling the pain increasing. - It's all right? - he asked. - A little cramping ... But let's move on. I... I'm used to it. But what's your idea? - North B. makes flavored draft beer that is sold in Babylon. You can only find it if you go there, and for that you need to pay the entrance fee.

To save the Turner Guild, she didn't just need a buyer; she needed a supplier who wouldn't flinch at Jenny’s lies. Despite his coldness, Avery poured him a cup of dark, spiced mountain brew. Blake seemed intrigued by her stillness. He found himself studying the way she moved. “The scent is exquisite,” Blake sighed, taking a seat. The tension began to thaw. “I never expected a High-Blood of the Nixon line to know the art of the brew. Most wealthy pups let their thralls do the labor.” Avery didn't argue. She simply laid her Senior Artisan Certificate on the table.

Lord Danbury, the man that had been raiding the Princess of Nightway’s realm to feed MidGale City, and inconveniencing The Nauvree in the process, looked up at the man who hadn’t blinked during the interchange. Savage sat quietly watching them. Not reacting, though clearly close enough to hear. He was young. Blonde hair twisted into braids near his face with wood beads strung in them. Kill beads. Each engraved with a kill he was proud of.

Only then did I register our state – both of us stark naked, Damario's face smeared with blood, and my own hand throbbing with pain, my knuckles torn and bleeding. Ignoring the onlookers, I yanked on my sweats, grabbed my backpack, and stalked out of the locker room. I hadn't taken more than a few strides when I spotted Czar, my best friend and future royal beta of Sunhaven, heading towards me with a deepening frown etched on his face. This isn't good. I stopped, looking him dead in the eyes as if to check what was going on through his dark orbs. "What is it?" I demanded, halting on my track. Czar scratched his neck. "His majesty wants you to come home. Now!"

I respond. "I'd like to talk to you about a sponsorship," the man says. I glance at my friends, and they nod in approval. "Sure," I say nonchalantly, trying to hide the butterflies in my stomach. "So, Dakoda, I've been told this is only your second time competing, and I have to say, I haven't seen anyone with your level of skill in a long time. You mastered those waves effortlessly today. I'd love to sponsor you and take you to the finals and the professional circuit. What do you think?" Dakoda Savage?

It was evident that the feast would continue well into the night, a testament to the abundance and generosity of the occasion. The unveiling of Wise's meticulously crafted, month-old batch of unreleased alcohol was a moment of anticipation and delight. This unique concoction, a novelty from the Ice Demon city, was a product born from sugarcane cultivated within the depths of the dungeon. These exceptional sugarcane plants, distinct from the ordinary, boasted rich nutrients and, notably, a potent infusion of mana. As the soldiers beheld this extraordinary creation, their expressions transformed into wide smiles, captivated by the promise of this exclusive and enchanting elixir.

"Lady Blackwynd is still registered as an elite scholar at the Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium, correct? Did the high scholars not notify our scouts that they would be dispatching their seasonal offerings to this fortress soon? Perhaps your wolf should present the harvest to her!" The Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium renowned for over a century across the neutral territories cultivated a sacred valley of hybrid blood-orchids that bloomed only under the solstice moon, drawing alphas from every distant pack. Every summer, a select few of these rare, magically engineered specimens were carefully harvested and gifted to the apex leaders of the world. These flora packages were not distributed to common wolves