Noble Wolf Vodka Novels & Stories

I told him. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that something feels off being in here. It’s not my usual scene.” Kade then interjected. “That sounds like more private dances for me. We have a few ‘special’ bottles coming up, so you guys relax and have a good time. I’ll be back.” “What’s so special about them?” Xander asked. “They are extra strong so that wolves can actually catch a buzz. There’s also a regular bottle as well. We’re not trying to kill Alexi tonight.”

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the question filled with a mix of sorrow and anger. He hesitated, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting mine again. "It doesn’t matter now. What matters is that it was worth it. Nova has returned." I froze. Nova does as well, she stills. My eye meeting his remaining eye. "Nova?" He nodded, his other hand began to move, it moved to his pocket where he retrieved a dark blue vile. "They say wolfbane does not have an antidote," he raised the vile up so I coulde see. "But I found one,"

“If this wine doesn’t work, I’m stabbing you with the bottle.” “I’d expect nothing less.” He followed me inside like he belonged, closing the door softly behind him as if he wasn’t already walking on thin ice. I dropped back onto the sofa with a heavy sigh, legs sprawled, and handed him the glass. He poured, and to my surprise, the wine smelled… strong. Magically fermented. Old. “What is this?” “Wolfroot,” he replied. “A rare blend. Grows in cursed soil. Fermented with moonfire. It’s banned in three kingdoms.”

I glared, I saw him shudder at my question in fright. “Answer me now,” I replied in a stern and threatening voice, dragging unwanted attention toward us. “Y… yes sir, I mean Alpha…the one I added to yours is a special mix that helps you get to a state where everything is just the way you want it to be” he replied, stuttering. “And why didn't you inform me? Is this what you mix for the other wolves?” I asked. “No your majesty, the thing is that the higher the quality of the drink, the more it contains the wolfs bane, not all the drinks contain it, and most lower-ranking wolves can’t handle it,” he explained in a trembling voice.

“Of course not mother. I will never be like him, I know how to stay in control.” Right now this is hard news to swallow and I’m helping it down with something strong to numb my wolf. He wants to shift and go for a run instead of staying put listening to what you have to say. I gulp my drink and give a sigh, “There, I just needed to taste something hard.” My bottles of amber liquor are specially made for me laced with wolfbane to help my body become accustomed to the poison and making me more immune to it, but no one knew about this, it was my little secret to keep.

And his wolf whispered again, Mine. After a few sips, the alcohol was catching up to Whitney, quietly, stealthily, and with devastating precision. Unlike the human cocktail she thought she’d been drinking, this particular blend was crafted for wolves, strong, fast-acting, and capable of knocking a full-grown Alpha flat if they weren’t pacing themselves. Whitney, being Whitney, did not pace herself. By the time she was half way done with the glass, she was warm, clingy and fully committed to forgetting the concept of personal space as a whole.

I raised my eyebrow at him. “That’s all, but seeing your little party, I brought you a little something… special. A drink.” He pulled a small bottle from out from his coat, “a vampire’s kiss. Cranberry, raspberry vodka, black raspberry liquor… I’m sure you’ll like it.” I took the bottle as he held it back, it wasn’t a big bottle, probably only 10 ounces. “Thanks, I guess.”

They had many medicinal properties and were never a bad thing to have around. Milo whined and laid down facing away from Amerie. Her heart sped up and a breeze kissed her cheek. She already knew what she’d see when she looked up. She hesitated. Slowly, she stood and slipped the flowers in her bag. She took a deep breath and looked up. The white wolf sat about twenty-five feet away. It had to be over seven feet tall. He towered over Amerie. His golden eyes bore into hers. She subconsciously tilted her head and the wolf mirrored it. Neither moved. Milo laid his head down and remained where he was.

His dark brown hair was messy and sticky with his sweat, his scruffy salt and pepper gray beard coated in his own blood and spit. I watched as he thrashed against their grip and I reveled in the sound of his pain filled screams as one of them slowly dragged the sharp blade of his knife across the front of his chest. From his left collar bone to his right, so agonisingly slow. When the knife finally left his chest, Felix’s head slumped in relief and he tried to catch his breath. It wouldn't last long. My second man was already waiting with the bottle of purple liquid in his hand. The concoction was made up by our healers, a special wolfsbane brew. A potent liquid that we now incorporated to a

As you can imagine, my connection with Vitor was very long, years and years of growing up, sharing people and moments, it was hard to disassociate myself from everything we lived through. - Anna told me that your date is beautiful, have you seen him? - my mother said, snapping me out of my thoughts again. - He's a brute! And a bush animal! - I said grumpily. - And how do you know all this? - she said confused. - I just know, the guy is so weird that he's living in the forest above, do you think that's acceptable? - Wow... really there? Anna told me she has a cabin, but she didn't tell me it was there! - I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did.