Noble Wolf Vodka Novels & Stories

"Would you like to taste it yourself to confirm if this is Billionaire Vodka?" The wine taster took a sip and his expression changed dramatically. "Billionaire Vodka is a luxury product by LeosVerres. Each bottle contains five liters of premium vodka made from high-quality wheat and produced using traditional Russian distillation methods. It's distilled five times, filtered first through ice, then through Northern European birch charcoal, and finally, through a layer of crushed diamonds and gemstones. "The bottle is lavish and ornate, wrapped in white down feathers and adorned with three thousand dazzling white diamonds. Every bottle is a piece of art, handcrafted by artisans."

I could just take it off once I’m inside, but for now, I was hoping my mate was inside. I hurriedly stepped inside, and although I wanted to explore the mansion right away, my feet and my heart knew what they wanted. I let my nostrils follow the scent I was looking for, and it didn’t take long before it led me to the bar adjacent to the playroom in the west wing of the mansion. He must be drinking. The Alpha told me Paul requested strong alcohol to take with him, and the Alpha gave him two bottles of the strongest one he has. He said those drinks were manufactured by a company owned by werewolves, and that these drinks were specifically catered to wolves. It could get us drunk.

In contrast, werewolf-proof alcohol does not contain wolfsbane (another myth), but it is a lot more potent, and it can easily get the average she-wolf drunk after just one or two drinks. Unlike me, Kade still doesn’t seem concerned. He is lost in lovey-dovey land. “How many drinks did you have?” I ask Jenna, refusing to let it go. There is an accusatory tone to my voice, which I feel slightly badly for, but I am genuinely annoyed. And a little worried.

she purred, tail flicking as if tasting the very idea. Veliss’s smile didn’t move, but his eyes hardened. “Come. Drink with us, young wolf. Trade is best discussed over wine.” Glacy appeared then, summoned by a flick of Veliss’s hand. She bowed, avoiding Ligon’s gaze. The silver goblet she carried shimmered with condensation. Within, a scarlet liquid gleamed—Basilisk bloodwine laced with her newest concoction, one she’d tailored for a normal werewolf metabolism. “From our finest vintners,” she said. Her tone was smooth but detached.

Khalan's POV The fire was going strong, throwing off enough heat to almost make you forget we were surrounded by a hostile, dark forest. Dylan, bless his heart, decided we needed to 'normalize the experience.' I guess that's wolf speak for 'get dangerously drunk.' He brought out a bottle wrapped in a burlap sack. "Gentlemen, and ladies," he announced, holding it up like it was a trophy. "This is not your standard convenience store poison. This is a special brew—150 proof, distilled from mountain moonshine and warded against natural immunities. Basically, it’ll get a werewolf drunk, which means we all get drunk."

“I was a virgin when we met…” I started feeling very brazen. I think the wine was starting to get to me. Usually, wine didn’t hit me this fast but when I looked at the bottle at the table I realized it contained a much higher alcohol content than human wine. It was from a vineyard wolf owned that distilled the wine to make its potency similar to liquor and the effects of liquor on humans. The vineyard didn't do it all by themselves. They had a fae on their payroll that knew a spell or sprinkled magic dust or something in the wine to enhance the potency. I didn't really know much about other species, just that we were friendly with most other creatures...just not vampires and demons.

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

He says, holding a whiskey glass high and giving me a wink before downing the entire thing. As if a scentless, half human wolf like me could ever have a mate, and especially a mate like Konstantin Volkov.

I watched as he brings a bottle of Dalmore 64 Trinitas, one of the strongest and most expensive bottle of scotch I own, and his tumbler. He refilled my tumbler before pouring it into his. We both downed the alcohol in one gulp, while Czar scrunched his face as the alcohol burned his throat, I maintained a straight face. Alcohol did not affect wolves but Czar had immense joy in making it seem like it did. As a Lycan, alcohol had never been something to be scared of. Although werewolves had a limit on the amount of their intake of alcohol, just like humans, Lycans didn't. Our immune system was strong as fuck.

Sophie laughed. "You really entertained us this morning Daya. I couldn't stop laughing and to think you called her an evil spirit who was here to take over your mate got me rolling" Mira laughed. "Really? I got my wolf?" I asked excitedly. "Yes so you can stop being dump. My name is Snow, and you can call me the beautiful one" The voice said. Rather my wolf said.