Teleport Liquor Novels & Stories

I asked, closing the menu book in my hand and placing it on the table. "Only a few drinks that have a high enough alcohol content can make the werewolf and Leykan feel the 'drunk' effect. Although the feeling of being drunk only lasts for a short period of time," he replied with a sigh and then closed his menu. "In the castle I keep a bottle of special liqueur from Estonia which is quite strong. But strangely last night the bottle just disappeared." His gaze that looks flat but the look in his eyes tells me he already knows who didit. I raised my hand to call the waiter to change the topic of our conversation as soon as possible.

“Ladies, Gents, fangs, fairies and furries, today, our little trio of bar owners had a bit of a bet. It wasn’t that someone lost but the severity of the punishment.” I smiled as he continued. “The bet will remain a secret, however, the punishment was having to take shots of this.” He held up the bottle of tequila. “This is Monte Alban Mezcal or better known as the worm tequila. We have to take shots based on our…performance.”

"The ancestral liquor in this sector is brewed with wolfsbane extracts to test a bloodline’s resilience, Chika," Lucien muttered, his knuckles turning white against the armrest of his transport chair as the banquet hall cleared out. "My uncles are intentionally pressing the glasses to see if my system can still filter the toxicity. If your core isn't built for heavy tactical sedation, you need to return to the barracks immediately."

The Spirit Spring Wine was brewed using water from the Spirit Spring, a unique spring water containing a peculiar energy aura. There was only one such spring in all of Buck, located within the Black Tortoise Lake area. Five thousand years ago, it was handed over to the current tavern owner, Leonard, for exclusive use in brewing Spirit Spring Wine.

In the Carter household, we only used domestic items and were not so much a freak of the human world. Just like how they served the local booze named after Lucas, the owner of the best winery in the pack before his demise, instead of the usual cocktail or Moet and Chamdor, that got the humans so crazy. Damn, I missed everything, down to our drinks and spirit. I didn't have to taste this to know it would be great; strong and magical. “Argh.” I groaned softly, as I took a greedy gulp from the shot of my local booze. It was even better than I remembered. I clenched my teeth, to fight the mix of sour and citrus taste.

He turns back to her but she’s walking down the bar to a cupboard under the back bar and starts going through some bottles kept down there. She pulls out an old dusty bottle, takes it to the sink and rinses off the layer of dust before returning to them with the bottle and two glasses. She pours them two generous glasses and gestures at them as Molly walks away down to the other end of the bar. Kai takes a sip of the liquor, a spiced alcoholic beverage made by infusing a mixture of rum, red wine, and honey with tree bark and herbs. Ash follows suit and groans as he swallows, it’s even better than the stuff they import.

even he realised that he was making no sense. “ The watchers have the ability to teleport people, and they're also the ones that gave you the potion. All you get from them is two vials, one for teleporting you to the location and the other for teleporting you out of the destination. “You can't have more than two,”

After what it seems like a long dinner for me and also Butler Bang who have a rather dangerous side of himself, after getting a rather extensive advise from me about his stock buying addictions. Finally I am alone inside of my warehouse number 1, Today my plans is is to Teleport the content of warehouse number 1 and 2. currently these is the limit of my [Teleport] Skill, the area that were able to be inside included inside my [Teleport] range is only these 2 warehouse. So, in another words, to fully transported everything, it would take me a few days.

He went and shut the door to the armoire room and rejoined me as we picked at the yummy treats on the cart. “Oh! He sent some Port!” Conor exclaimed pulling a small black bottle off the bottom of the cart. “It’s my favorite drink! Right after Whiskey. This stuff is expensive too! One bottle of Port equals fifteen bottles of whiskey.” I gave him a mortified look as he uncapped the bottle and inhaled its aroma. “Oh! This is a good batch too. Want a sip?” He asked me holding the open bottle to me. “This is one you haven’t tried before, Karen. It’s exclusively from Talek.”

' York, trying to keep his cool, asked with a frown, "What do you mean, Mr. Rinz? Did our team not take good care of you?" The hostesses and waitstaff around them went totally quiet, scared that Elio would find something wrong with them and they would lose their tips or pay. That would be awful. Elio shook his head and said, "It's not about them. I just want to know, is this liquor real?" He pointed at the half-empty bottle of Louis XIII on the table. They had already finished more than two bottles. York got it right away. There was something off with the liquor. However, he kept his cool and said, "Of course, all our drinks are the real deal, straight from trusted sources. You can check the