Saiyan Whiskey Novels & Stories

Orien's eyes broaden as he hoists the bottle towards his face squinting his orbs, analyzing it to check its authenticity. "I had bribed it into our lands confidentially last week for our night, traded with a wolf from another pack for it. I had to pay a large sum; it was quite expensive." Zina sighs recalling her personal loss as she seizes the bottle from his hands pouring some in small shot glasses. "I do not think Theia can handle this, Zina. Spirytus Stawski is ninety-six per cent pure liquor. She will undoubtedly collapse." Ismena mutters as she shudders to the potent scent of the transparent drink that resembles water.

she said with a grin. "What are we going to call the other one? Johnny Walker? Bacardi? Jim Bean? How about we just skip brands and go straight for Vodka or whiskey?" Damon asked with a chuckle, though he did have to admit, he kind of liked it too. He shook his head when Clary laughed.

Abu yelled at his boy. The boy, Ahmed ran to bring the bottle and put it on the table. Sahir looked at the bottle. He was about to grab it when Abu picked it up. Sahir looked at him. "You came here to drink?" Abu asked him. Sahir nodded. Abu started laughing. "Hey man, look at him," Abu said to his men pointing at Sahir, "Sultan came here in my port, to drink whiskey" Abu laughed and then looked at Sahir.

I said with all seriousness. “You want to buy my alcohol?” The bartender asked as he yanked out a new bottle of alcohol named whiskey. “This is Whisky, a special type of alcohol. It’s quite expensive and rare. You think you can afford it?” “I’ll pay you double.” “Sold!” He exclaimed joyfully without hesitation. “Sold what?” The cowboy asked. “These gentlemen just bought the last bottle of whiskey. So, I must announce now that whiskey is unavailable for today,” the bartender said happily.

"You suck!" "I know, but you love me too, haha!" Sam patted his back and smiled. "Here you go, three glasses of whiskey" May placed them down in front of the guys and held her hand out waiting for one of them to pay. "Whiskey?" Sebestian asked eyeing up his glass. "Yes... You said you wanted something strong and this is the strongest whiskey we have, it will make you forget everything you do tonight I promise." May smirked and wiggled her hand. "WOW!... what the hell May..." Sam took a sip and handed over the money. "That's strong, even for me" Simon claimed "I didn't think liquor could get to me now!"

’ Chelsea mind-links me. ‘What!’ I yell via mind-link. Fin lets out a growl so loud it shakes the entire castle. ‘I’m on my way to you.’ I tell her. ‘No, we’ll come to you. Already en route. Please calm Fin. She is extremely nervous to talk to you both.’ Chelsea warns us. This makes Fin whine like a pup. I take a few calming breaths and walk to grab myself a drink. I give myself a double shot of whiskey and down it. Then, pour myself another. Lycans can’t get drunk. It takes a lot for us to even feel the effect of human liquor. That’s why we make our own top-tier liquors that keep pushing the envelope on how strong it is. That is one of the brands that we developed here. I carry the drink to

Ciro barely took his eyes off the shelves. -Yes. Bring me Brahim, we have business to discuss. - he ordered expressionlessly. He walked around the round table in the center and stood in front of another shelf. He saw wines and cocktails, liquors that were also of no merit at the meeting of brothers, they were very soft drinks, to numb their senses and Ciro needed to have the five lively ones. Among the soft liquors there was a long and narrower bottle than usual that was out of harmony with the rest of the category, it was a Sicilian Anise , the one indicated for the meeting. It had a bitter and strong urgent taste to the stimuli that it ignited in the human body, enough to knock down a wild

The merchant seemed determined to get his hands on some of the Salantra, the special type of alcohol that was only produced in Mishal at Ryedir’s own personal distillery. It was what Kari served to the two men and he wasn’t entirely sure what was so special about it. Especially what made it so premium that Ryedir resisted giving this man even a single bottle. Kari stood and refilled the glasses, hand on the bottom of the jug. He was feeling rather satisfied when he successfully managed to not only not spill a drop, but actually made the movements almost as graceful as Nevis’s. Ryedir indicated for Kari to pass him his glass as well instead of reaching for it himself and the omega had to bite

I growled sourly, surprising him. It gave me satisfaction to catch Jaxon off guard. I was a werewolf, and modesty wasn't a virtue; surely he knew that,” I murmured. Stormy was howling in laughter in my head as I swiftly took the shot of Dog Star whiskey without issue. Little did Jaxon know that I could handle my liquor or so I thought. The Dog Star liquor was made specifically to intoxicate werewolves and wasn't the same as the human kind I'd consumed. Egads I was going to get wasted...I couldn't let either of them see the whip scars on my back my father had given me.

“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