Noble Wolf Vodka Novels & Stories

"This is your first Winter Moon as a free she-wolf in what, three years? We're celebrating properly." She held up the bottle triumphantly. "Wolfsbane wine! The good stuff, not that watered-down version they serve at pack gatherings." Vivian laughed despite herself. "Wolf hunting moon, Emma. Not wolfsbane moon. Luna above, you're still terrible with pack traditions." Emma waved dismissively. "Whatever. It's strong and it'll help us forget certain unfaithful alphas." She produced two ceremonial goblets from another package and poured the deep red liquid. The wine gleamed like blood in the low light, a fitting symbol for the wolf hunting season that the Winter Moon Festival celebrated.

Greyson hummed, “Lucrative.” I nodded. There was that, but I wasn’t worried about that. Blue Ice was the best wolfsbane whiskey in the world. It had been for over a hundred years. Money was guaranteed for as long as no one else could make it. It was who was on the other end of the deal that mattered.

He is hideous, hated by the goddess, yet he uses his high elder status to bully young females. My wolf does not know his face from any stray dog, so I just blink my eyes in total confusion at his words. “You want my mouth to drink this whole thing?” “Yep, your sweet mouth. Not a single drop left in the glass, you hear my voice?” “But that is not very fair, elder. It is your private table order, and this mountain liquor is not cheap for the pack.” “When my beast says it is fine, it is fine. This bottle costs a thousand silver pieces. If your wolf swallows the fire-juice, it comes out of my personal leather pouch.”

In short, it was beautiful. "Wow... his wolf is so beautiful..." I mumbled lost in his beauty. His wolf was pure black whereas my wolf was white with shades of grey and blue eyes. "If you keep gawking at me, I won't be able to concentrate, baby." He said in our own little mind link. I coughed at the nickname he used. He doesn't call me that often and the fact that he wasn't serious during the fight and was flirting with me. Oh, dear!

The wolf goes from attack to submissive more than once which showed us that he doesn’t want to fight but Yanik is making him do it. The wolf turns and looks at me and it’s left eye is tar black while the other is brown, this guy has been cursed ( Kavi, charge him and hold him around his neck so he’d submit I need to get his eye ) < his eye? What on earth for? > ( his left eye has a curse which is probably why he’s the way he is, just make him submit but don’t kill him )

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

As usual, his hands and arms were loaded with heavy gold -- chain link bracelet, diamond-rimmed Rolex Masterpiece, massive rings set with star sapphires and smoky topaz. I licked my lips and crossed my legs when I sat down across from him. But Vlad had only business on his mind. “I am launching new product,” he said, handing me a draft brochure. Vladi Vodka was introducing a line of premixed specialty martinis: apple, chocolate, key lime, orange, cherry, and lemon.

I had very little experience with either myself, but I’d heard enough to know better than to play with either. I started to beg, started to plead. One look at Mordric’s face and the anticipation in them convinced me otherwise. Mei-Mei withdrew a syringe full of fluid from one of the colorless vials. “Behold, concentrated wolfsbane. A potent cardio-stimulatory drug that has very little effect on humans and other shifters, yet is very deadly on lupines. We serially dilated it to make sure the dose won’t be too potent, but this will serve as a litmus test of exactly how much wolf you are.”

This is why I injected the cocktail straight into his bloodstream. The Beta looked at me, "What did you drug him with?" I couldn't tell if he was impressed or horrified. "I mix my own cocktail. It represses their wolf, blocks their mind link and makes them feel like they are dying. I inject it. Puking doesn't help clear their system." I said, answering without actually giving any real information. The Beta raised an eyebrow. "Nice non-answer. I asked what you drugged them with, meaning what is in the cocktail?"