Noble Wolf Vodka Novels & Stories

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.

I pretended not to notice that she was trying to hide her smile as I went to her cabinet to get her drink. Moonfire whiskey was one of the strongest drinks, it was so strong that large quantities of pure moonfire whiskey could put an alpha werewolf into a coma. That was why it had to be properly diluted before it could be consumed. It was also super rare, but I was surprised that Mama Felz was always fully stocked on it. I waited till she was fully comfortable before I started explaining. “Mama Felz, remember when you asked me if I had found my mate yet?” I started with a small wince because I knew Mama Felz hated being lied to.

“To the wolf who will always be someone to look up to and someone to strive to be like. We drink to you, my dear girl.” The Alpha King uncorked his bottle and took a swig from the bottle. As did everyone else. I smiled down at the 17 year Hibiki Japanese Whiskey. It was my favorite and something I had joked about with Aelia while she was serving some of her top shelf whiskey. Nate next to me had some Don Julio 1942. Noah cursed next to me and I looked at his bottle. Finn was trying not to laugh but was struggling. His bottle was of Monte Alban Mezcal. A tequila that was known for having a worm in it. Finally, Finn couldn’t hold it in and he snorted. I looked behind and Charles was also laugh

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.