Rogue Spirits Sunset Bar Novels & Stories

The lady bartender looked at me and then at the two men who flanked me and whistled. "Good for you lady," she mumbled as she took my cash. She handed me three shot glasses, a full bottle and my change. I grabbed the glasses, bottle and left the cash, telling her to keep it. I noticed a booth in the back and headed towards it. I sat the items down and pulled out my cell phone and earbuds. Rogue took over pouring shots and I settled back and listened to my playlist for earlier. Cassian tapped my shoulder and handed me a shot. I toss it back and tap the empty glass for another as Beautiful People plays in my head. I glanced at Rogue and his mouth was moving but I had no idea what he was saying

My father’s stern gaze bore into me, a silent reminder of my duty. “I do,” I said, barely above a whisper. The elder raised the dagger. Victor took a step closer, tilting my head gently to the side to expose my neck. I clenched my fists, bracing myself for the sharp sting of his mark- A deafening crash echoed through the packhouse, followed by screams. “Rogues!” someone shouted. The room descended into chaos. Wolves shifted left and right, tearing through their clothes as they prepared to defend the pack. Tables overturned, dishes shattered, and terrified pack members scattered in every direction.

She took my hand and moved towards the ladies by the river. "I found someone to tell scary moonlight tales by the bonfire tonight!" I snorted when the ladies completely ignored her like she didn't exist. I put on a poker face when she looked back at me with a glare. "Come on, ladies! Seriously-" "Give it a rest, Beatrice. No one wants to hear about ghosts and ghouls or furies parading about at night, taking the souls of virgins." I turned my head to find the rogue from last night that had called me cool.

I just glimpsed at that place before speeding up once more toward a secluded bar by the city outskirts. I want to be too intoxicated to lose my senses and forget my burdens. Loud music blared and everything bathed in vigorously animated neon lights. The sea of partying people looked faceless and there I might be unrecognizable. I sat at the quieter area by the counter and squinted at the generous display of alcoholic drinks, “Top shelf Sazerac. Double and straight up.” The bartender grinned as he pushed the glass of cold cocktail in front of me, “Troubled, aren’t we?”

The Three wolves circled her, snarling, gnawing, ready to chew a bit off her. Sky made sure to stop most of the bleeding thanks to her fast-healing abilities. She knew what these Rogues would do, her battle tactics were far advanced than these low lives. As suspected, they attacked at the same time. Sky snickered inwardly and jumped, pushing her hind legs at the last minute to turn in the mid-air. She got the result, she anticipated, two rogues head-butted each other, but the third rogue - Saul was quick to jump over the other two wolves in an instant, going after her throat mid-air. Sky expected the attack, got out of the way in time. She turned back slashed him with her left paw across his

Cinnamon whimpered as we flew through the forests but her discomfort meant nil to me. The day trickled to night and night to day without a stop. My anger kept rising until we hit the jackpot. When we reached the rogue kingdom barrier, I dropped Cinnamon down and signaled with my head for her to get on the spell no matter her condition. No one had found the rogue kingdom before and that was because it was cloaked. I would tear through their magical walls and burn their whole sham of a kingdom down. I did not turn back to my person because I was drowning in anger and thirst, thirst for blood. I kept pacing, puffing out hot air as if I would combust to flames. I paced until the ground laid out

------ LITRE Bar, Downtown, 9:15 pm Under an exotic cocktail of warm and cold lightnings and alongside the alcohol enough to fill a pond, the bar premises had the presence of Collin at one of the bar stools at the counter. After a fascinating play of pouring alcohol by the hands of the bar tender, Collin received a glass with whiskey flowing like molten gold inside. He emptied the glass in one big gulp and placed the glass down towards the other end of the counter as a request to refill it. "You have not completely recovered yet," came the voice of Ursula, approaching from behind. "Get that glass refilled for me though."

"We do get together once in a month but tonight is kinda impromptu" "Oh, okay" Meg said. They walked up to the entrance and Jake had to flash some sort of ID at the door to be scanned, fancy, then they walked into the bar. It was a plush setting, with private rooms and booths that had their own private bars and bartenders. She could hear muffled noises from closed doors but it looked as though most of the rooms were sound proof. The walls were grey and the lightening was well, dim. But it had the aura of elegance. It wasn't like the kind Juliet forced her to go to where sweaty bodies glued to each others and strange hands groped intimate parts of your body.

The red moon hung in the sky, day and night, refusing to set. Three nights, I reminded myself. I only have to survive three nights. My body disagreed. Luna Rose was restless, her kicks sharper, more insistent. The healer had warned me about stress-induced labor. Not yet, I told her. Not here. Not now. She kicked again. --- The second night, Vesper returned. She brought a blade. "You're going to give me your blood, Brynn. Tonight. A small amount—enough to begin the ritual." "No."

I didn't catch the eye of most because I was known to be wolfless and the fact that wasn't the case actually made me giggle a little thinking about it. Walking into the diner I was a bit suprised to see not only Duke and Flint sitting about midway through the diner but the brothers from the other pack sitting with them. I chuckled thinking it was probaly them leaving the note as a stupid prank or warning. I walked in fully planning just to step into the office and talk to Mama Rose. "What you doing here rouge? begging for scraps." Flint hollered at me. I rolled my eyes, it was so obvious when he used rouge as a term not my name and I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. I locked eyes