Tequila Wolf Novels & Stories

I opened my mouth in a silent scream. But then a whirlwind of light swooped down on Thomas from behind. He grabbed him by the neck and tore from side to side. The big wolf was trying to shake him off. He fell on his side, trying to crush him with his carcass. But Reed deftly jumped back. No sooner had Thomas got to his feet than someone grabbed him in the face again. Fangs squeezing, pressing down to the ground. An unusually thin squeal was emitted by a huge gray wolf. So the alpha subdues itself.

"Liqour is forbidden for wolves seventeen years and below. That is what Alpha Zero clearly stated on the Pack rules, with the exemption of an adult supervision. And I believed you all here have never debuted." Loki stand up and bowed his head. He wasn't cheerful anymore, I couldn't believe that such matter is a crime. It was just a bottle of tequila. But i guessed there is a huge punishment for this since it is against Alpha Zero's rules. And Loki as well as Thea will be in trouble. The started to make a sob, and hearing that made me feel irritated. Maybe Alpha Zero could make an exemption even this for once. I grab Beta Derek's other arm so he could face me fully, which was not actually eas

I can't be seen sulking around in a wizard's premises tonight. Few minutes later, I find myself ordering strong shots of tequila to ease myself. It's made from potato, the bartender introduced me to alcohol. "Are you a werewolf, sweetheart?" He asked while shoving my six-shooter towards me. I nod to his question, "What rank?" "Omega." I lied.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

Anna as always clumsy hit her hand on the glass on the table and I promptly got up to get a cloth or a napkin to contain the accident. I went to the counter and said, "Can someone help me? Please? I heard a male voice behind me. - he said with a blank stare, not looking directly at me, but his voice sounded like the greatest contempt. - Pardon me? - I said looking directly at him, just in time not to continue the discussion because the attendant finally appeared. - May I help you? - she said innocently. As I started to speak to ask for the napkin he interrupted me - A number five burger and fries and a soda please, for the trip.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

one of the wolves behind him said, and moved closer to him. Christian watched the large brown wolf as it got close to him, waiting for him to explain what he had just said about his father. "What do you mean?" he finally asked the large brown wolf. "Your father who says he's an Alpha is not," the wolf said. "It's only a title he walks around with, nothing more. He is not a good ruler and the pack he rules is yours. Every wrong he has done to your pack affects your wolves, but you are too blind and foolish to see it," he said.

We were talking in an undertone, the men were quietly talking about their own, and I, taking advantage of the moment, while they were not listening to us, asked Alina: - Aline, werewolves can't drink alcohol. How then are they? - I shook my head towards Maxim and Alexei. She turned lazily, looked at them, and, turning away, also quietly answered: - So this is not an ordinary cognac, specially developed - for werewolves. By the way, in our flock they let him out, - she yawned, - A very expensive pleasure. - Why?

The bartender eyed me and nodded. "What'll it be?" He asked while throwing a white bar towel over his shoulder. "Beer. Draft" "Leaded or unleaded?" He asked with his brow raised. Apparently, that was this bar's code for human beer, or wolves’ beer. A normal beer to a wolf does nothing for them. A slight buzz if they drink enough, otherwise, not a thing. A "leaded" beer was for wolves only. Had a shot or two of wolfsbane in it to enhance the effects of the alcohol. Gets us drunk and faster.

It must be expensive; I hope that's enough to make him actually believe I'm from a rich and stable family. “That's nice.” Ethan said, then he turned towards the bartender. “I'll have two bottles of Tequila Ley .925,” “Tequila Ley .925 is a premium tequila brand produced in the highlands of Jalisco, Mexico, using 100% Blue Weber agave. The brand offers a range of tequilas, including Blanco, Reposado, Añejo, Añejo Cristalino, Extra Añejo, and Gran Reserva Extra Añejo. Which do you want, sir?” The bartender asked, his gaze dwindling between mine and Ethan's. The bartender had a Spanish accent.