Rogue Spirits Sunset Bar Novels & Stories

the other guy asked, eliciting a laughter from the leader . Silas grunted and his claws popped out of his fingers, the sharpness of the Alpha's claws glinting in the sunlight that streamed into the forest through the spaces in the tree leaves. “You don't need to come into my territory to make me kill you, your existence alone is a nuisance” Silas said and charged at them. A few minutes later, the dismembered body of the three rogues lay on the floor in an entangled bloody heap, blood dripping out of Silas claws as he wiped them carefully with the white handkerchief he was holding, his previous pristine white shirt stained with blood.

“Apparently, me.” The place she ended up at was quiet, tucked in a corner off Main Street — The Blue Parrot Lounge. The neon sign flickered, half-dead, just like her mood. Inside, it smelled like old wood and whiskey, with sunlight cutting in weak stripes through the blinds. The bartender, a stocky man in his fifties with a tired smile, glanced up when she sat down. “Morning,” he said. “Or... early depression?” Scarlet gave him a crooked smile. “Bit of both. Surprise me.”

The sun had begun setting in the horizon splashing an orange red filter across the sky. “I honestly don’t see why they brought ice sculptures,” Amanda commented looking at the one standing near the entrance. This one was shaped to resemble a knight riding a horse that was about to leap off the ground. However it had started to melt. My attention was turned to a bottle having a burning flame being thrown in the air at the bar. The bartender caught it and poured out the burning spirit into a glass that had a ball of ice in it. He picked up another bottle and twirled it in his hand and did a tap dance then poured it nimbly in another glass.

I whispered as I stared at the man who immediately spotted me among the crowd. The female bartender chuckled which made me look at her. She shrugged her shoulders and grinned, “Hotter. The drink is on the house, babe.” My forehead creased as she turned her back and left. I frowned when she met Rogue halfway and caressed his cheek. I gritted my teeth as I watched them. What a manwhore! I rolled my eyes as I saw how Rogue stared at the woman coldly before he walked past her. I looked away and drank my first shot. Rogue sat beside me and I felt like my breath was taken away from me.

BARISTA TURNED ME DOWN, SO I MADE HIM BEG 1 I stepped into the pulsing haze of Eclipse, the underground club that reeked of expensive cologne, spilled whiskey, and raw sex. At forty-two, I, Luca Moretti didn’t do nights like this anymore—too many enemies, too many eyes, but tonight the city felt restless, and I needed a drink that didn’t come from my own bar. My two shadows, Enzo and Marco, flanked me as we cut through the crowd. Then my gaze locked on him behind the bar.

The merfolk patrons, engaged in animated conversations and laughter, create a vibrant ambiance that sets the stage for a delightful meal. Making their way through the bustling crowd, the group locates Lucious, Marine, Hunter, and Trent sitting at the bar, each enjoying their respective drinks. Lucious and Markous sip on refreshing gelled non-alcoholic beverages, while Hunter and Trent opt for gelled fermented drinks, savoring the flavors of Aqualeara. Marine, the adventurous one of the group, indulges in a gelled alcoholic drink, relishing its unique taste.

The bar is a centre piece of its own, the shelves where lined with collection of fine spirits, rare whiskey and cognacs that I've actuated for years. I took a sit next to Rocos while my personal bartender pours in the Negroni he knows I love. But Roco stops him half way into his glass. “ get me something strong and different, maybe Macallan 64” I winced, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease as i take the first sip. While Roco took his right after the bartender passed his drink to him. We had our drinks in silence before Roco spoke up “The boys are in town you know, just thought I should stop by and give you a little heads up”

ROBYN I instantly felt the tension between Piper and Rocco as we arrived at the busy bar counter. “What can I get you both?” Rocco, a Mexican American who owned the bar, asked, particularly at Piper, seemingly surprised to see her. He was in his thirties, and I guessed, still single. “Vodka Martini, shaken, not stirred,” Piper replied, making me smile. “Is that a code or something, double-O seven?” My eyes widened. Maybe it was. “Oh? Well, shit.” I slid my ass to the stool and drummed my fingers against the counter. “Just Dark ‘n Stormy on the rocks for me.”

Rogue pulls the chair out for me and I take my seat. "You know that you didn't have to bring me out here, no need to add sentiments to what we have." I point out although a smile charges into my face. He shakes his head wryly and smiles, "You're permitted to like this you know." I want to open my mouth and say something that will ruin this night when I see the waiter walk to us and I decided to save it for later. We are presented with the menu and we go through it and I decide to order chicken wings and chips, I've been told the northerners chicken wings are the best in the country and I'd like to try it out for myself. We are served, me with the chicken wing and chips and Rogue with masa an

That was how I liked it. My name is Allister Rowan. I am twenty four years old, and I am the Alpha of the Moonshine Pack. We are the last line of security for the werewolf royals, which means my pack is one of the most powerful in the region. But power only means so much when you are alone. I do not have a mate.