Rogue Spirits Sunset Bar Novels & Stories

As they settled into the booth, the dim lighting created an intimate ambiance. A server approached with a mischievous grin, ready to take their drink orders. Madison scanned the menu, her eyes widening at the extensive list of creative concoctions. Krystal, never one to shy away from adventure, whispered excitedly, "Let's try their signature cocktail, the Midnight Mischief!" Their drinks arrived with flair, adorned with sparklers and colorful garnishes. They clinked their glasses together, raising a toast to friendship, memories, and the adventures that awaited them tonight.

After another subtle nod from the Alpha, Lucianne sighed in despair and defeat before her eyes turned sapphire blue, and Officer Laila went through the questions quickly, “Name?” “Margaret Nyphea Rouge.” “Age?” “33.” “Birth pack?” “Fleet Wood.” Lucianne and Tate exchanged shocked glances. Fleet Wood was demolished by rogues years ago. Their Alpha and Luna were killed along with everyone else. No one survived. Margaret and Stella must have been casted out before then. Wait, were the rogues who destroyed Fleet Wood…Margaret’s rogues? “Husband’s name?” Margaret swallowed a lump in her throat before Lucianne’s Authority compelled her to answer. She did so in a small voice, “I have no husband.”

I retorted. When he wouldn't stop begging for my help, I offered him the next best thing I could cope with which was integration into Darkness. Moon Shadow would cease to exist and all members of the former Moon Shadow pack would have to accept that and, if they didn't accept that, they would be classed as rogues - I told them that they could remain in their houses though as long as they didn't try anything with me because they suddenly got a desperate hatred for what I had done. Jonah didn't even have to think twice before he accepted the offer. He was happy to be relieved of his duties and able to live his life that he signed the dotted line and never bothered to look back. Hell, he even m

DUCHESS: I promise as long as nothing else goes wrong, I won't cockblock you again tonight. Karma and I were leading the way back to the bar, Fishnet was behind us talking shop with Rogue. “Fishnet, we're not talking shop tonight!” I shouted her way as we walked back inside. “Think fast.” She laughed as I threw a bottle of tequila her way… she missed, but Rogue caught it. Rogue sunk into the barstool by my left at the bar, and he didn't fail to notice the looks he was getting from the Valkyrie and all the twitchy trigger fingers.

Slapping Nick on the back with gusto, “Now let's have a drink to celebrate” Chairs scraped along the floor as they were pushed backwards, whispers lingered in the air as wolves out of earshot began to discuss what they had heard in disbelief. Nick lined up the shot glasses across the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he started pouring, the amber liquid splashing down the side of the glasses. “Rogues, grab a shot” he yelled, raising his glass to the air “To the Alpha of the Red Crescent Rogues”. “HERE HERE” voices sang on in unison. And at that moment, I knew that the voices may have been in unison but the pack was anything but.

The city lights flickered like stars against the night sky, and the scent of the air held a hint of adventure. When we arrived at the New Romantic Restaurant, the atmosphere was enchanting, the soft lighting and gentle music setting the perfect backdrop for the evening. We were ushered to our table, and as we settled in, I felt Levi's primal gaze on me, as if he wanted to strip me off my clothing and bend me over the table immediately. I actually began feeling hot as the thought of doing it here lingered in my mind. “Hey, what would you like? Wine or Spirits ?” Levi asked, wanting to know my desired drink. “Wine of course, I don’t really think spirits are my thing. Besides, wines are sweeter

Casandra leaned in and said, "Isadora, we already had enough to drink. I think it's better to get going now while we still can. Those rogues might not be so easy to shake off." I nodded in agreement, realizing that our night at the bar might become more complicated than we had anticipated. I made our way to the bar's counter, where the frightened bartender stood, unable to hide his fear as the rogue group had effectively intimidated him. "Hey, can I have the bill, please?" I asked politely, my voice trembling slightly but determined. The bartender, who was still shaking, struggled to regain his composure. The rogue leader, in an ironic display of politeness, encouraged him with a mocking ton

I said, moving away from him. After hearing Miriam's story, I realized that there's something more than what meets the eyes. People might act strong, smile, and pretend to be fine, but deep inside they are carrying heavy burdens. Miriam was right: there aren't a lot of customers during the day. But the bar became crowded in the afternoon, and we were busy. As we started working, I learned new types of cocktails, such as the White Lady, which is made up of gin, lemon juice, and Cointreau. Some of those drunk men were shouting and causing trouble; thanks to Aaron for dealing with them.

Yet, his smile gave of a different interest, far from coffee. “Good day to you, welcome to the Starry Cafe, what can I get you?” I said, repeating the courteous words. The man pulled in closer. “I'd like a mocha latte, and your number.” He even added a wink at the end. There it was. My gaze roved over his face. He was handsome, averagely so with his dark stubble and slightly gelled hair. Perhaps in another world, where I didn't have a child or 18 years worth of trauma and wasn't a werewolf, I would have been flattered.

He never mind-links so that was a lie but he was the strongest and nothing gets through to him. "Be careful and don't get drunk..." Aiden jokes. They never get drunk, they are Werewolves. Leonardo stood in place for a few minutes watching his Betas shift and took off into the night. ***** He began his short walk to The Spirits, a seedy-looking bar. The Spirits was owned by a Vampire and most of the clientele is of the supernatural variety. Sure they get humans around on a regular basis but they had no idea. The front was covered in graffiti with two bouncers positioned at the front door. A strip club was by the left while a tattoo parlor was situated by the right. The Spirits was his favorit