Story Spirits Novels & Stories

Even a towel I had to wrap around my body at a sluggish tempo, not even caring to adjust the knot enough for it to be secured and not go loose and fall at the slightest of falters. Trying to sleep it off had failed, the cold shower had only made matters worse, erotic literature was not going to save me now and there was only one other option; physical indulgence. I have never drank spirits, but in that moment I had the strongest craving for the Devil's spirit which undoubtedly is made from tears of his victims or is demon blood distilled with the fires of Hell. I needed the strength of that Hell brew to knock me straight into oblivion and if I am lucky enough, to give me a high I will never

I pointed every detail not breaking eye contact with her unless I would glance at my note. “You’re right, the investigators were kind of reckless. About the naked thingy, Bruce was mentally ill and drunk who knows what was going on inside his mind. He drank a bottle of one of the strongest and most potent liquor in the world, the Devil Springs Vodka, with an alcohol content of eighty percent. If I were to drink that I might end up stripping in public and have my nudie parade around the entire school or more likely I would pass out,” she reasoned out.

I asked in a low voice, curiosity mixing with confusion. Conor flashed a big smile, showing off his pearly whites—something I hadn't seen much of. He looked so large and at ease sitting on that barstool, and when our eyes met, I found his energy oddly entertaining. "So, there’s this beer called Stella Artois. And if you want to spice things up, you order a shot of Jack Daniels with it, which they call a Jack Backer. Whiskey, in my opinion, is just good for the soul." He drifted into thought, his gaze momentarily distant, as if he was pondering something beyond the conversation. "And what about the Surfer on Acid?" I asked again, my grin turning a bit crooked as I tried to keep up with him.

Fortunately, I still had some of the coins Feryt had given me a day before, so I was going to use it to order. All of it! “Hey, can I…” I waved to the Barkeeper, calling his attention to the only miserable girl in the party house. Great Irony, don’t you think? “Can I get something very alcoholic? I mean, something that can take my head for a deadly spin after a few sips?” I quizzed him and he grew a brighter smile which he shone at me. I didn’t know what it meant and I didn’t care. “We have beers and some bottles of Palmos Spirytus. Which do you want?” He asked, still wearing his wooing smile.

“ What a mess. Yes, you requested for another bottle of Devil's Springs Vodka 160, but I found it alarming that a young lady as you would want to waste away on alcohol. How many bottles have you had?” I think that was a rhetorical question. It's clearly seen how many bottles I have had. “ A bottle of Bruichladdich X4 Quadrupled Whisky, one bottle of Tito's vodka, two of Crowns Royal, a bottle of Campari, and a bottle of Devil's Springs Vodka 160. Trust me, you are killing yourself more faster than the problem you are drinking to forget about.” My baggage is at a corner, the TV is unusually loud, and the tap kept running.

Looking at the table full of different kinds of alcohol and wines, Giselle buried her forehead in her palm. They only need a reason to drink and they will come running as if they haven't drank a drop in a long time. "Cheers to us." Hyun filled his glass and gulped the whole glass while Giselle cleared her throat. "I wanted the god of destiny." She announced while the wolf spirit blinked slowly. "Why? Am I not enough?" He looked gloomy while Vikas patted his shoulder as he shook his head in disappoinment.

I scoffed. A huge skull-shaped punchbowl filled with bloodred liquid stood in the center of the table, candy spiders floated in the pungent mix. Guaranteed to get even a werewolf tipsy, I thought as I spooned some of the punch into our cups. There had to be at least five different spirits in this mix. I chuckled as I handed Darina her cup.

It appeared to be a pure distilled spirit that was concentrated. “This was a rare gift to me last Christmas and I took this out for this special night. I admit it, you bitches broke me,” He laughed a nervous chuckle. He filled everyone’s cups with the spirit, it’s strong, earthy aroma begging to infiltrate the room. It simultaneously smelled horrible and palatable. Everyone, except Isa who appeared to sleep, took a chug. “Bottoms-up, bitches.”

asked the spirit near Long Chen. “Hmmmm? You can still taste wine, right?” “Of course we can, even though we’re spirits here. But this place makes us not much different from humans here. So we can drink and eat as we please.” Long Chen nodded, then produced a full jug of wine in front of the senior spirits. Their expressions immediately turned疯狂 upon catching the scent of the wine. “Excellent! This is a fine item. I’ll bet my sacred-level technique.” The old spirit said excitedly.

She leaned closer to my ear so I could hear her better. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.” She’ll regret that. I turned to the bartender. “Strongest shot you’ve got. Make it a double.” I don’t think Kayla heard me order. The bartender was quick to pour our shots. Kayla turned to me with wide eyes. “What is that?” She asked me. “Spirytus Vodka” The bartender answered her question. I grinned at her