Territorial Table And Tavern Novels & Stories

“Okay, pick what you want off the menu. I’ll grab you a glass and be right back for your order.” She winked at me and I realized I needed to loosen up a bit more; the wine would help. I also needed to remember I had dreams of being a successful journalist. I needed to tough uncomfortable situations out and grow some balls. I took a sip of water, stiffened my spine, and looked around. More pictures of the local rugby teams lined the walls. Trophies and plaques too. The entire tavern paid homage to rugby. Estella set my wine glass down. “What did you decide, hun?”

This check was going to be good, not that I needed it since my alpha was loaded. “Fuck, this is the busiest I have ever seen it here.” Tarryn groaned. “Seriously? The year I moved here was the busiest year. Great, that is exactly what I wanted to hear. I should have waited till next year to move here. ” I replied. “Sorry to interrupt, but I need the orders for tables 4 and 8.” Laveena huffed. “Sorry baby, here they are.” Tarryn told her.

And with the abortion procedure that I had gone through, I had suffered from hair loss and looked very haggard indeed. After I was done making arrangements with Samuel, I began putting effort into buying off Patrick's assistant, Josiah Barnes. There were rarely any ties that couldn't be bought off. Patrick and Josiah's bond, formed due to their shared hometown, was no exception. Through Josiah, I got to know every nitty-gritty detail of Patrick's actions outside. And as expected, he had an interesting life beyond my knowledge. Not only did he indulge in hedonistic pleasures, but he enjoyed taking part in orgies too. I almost drew blood biting on my lip as I watched videos of his carnal and s

"What do you say to calling it a truce and moving on with me, huh? It's a generous offer, don't you think, kitten?" I get a reproachful snarl in return and smirk coldly, taking off after the obstinate feline and erasing all traces of my presence at the Strauneuff property. ~~~ I amble my way through the served tables and noisy guests and hop onto the barstool before the jagged wooden bar counter. This rundown tavern reeks of measly lesser Vampires. It's a rank stench that makes my guts crawl, but I frequent this obscene shack to keep away from the more developed and sophisticated parts of the Vampire territory to avoid getting caught.

But until then, I needed to keep their arrival quiet so that our plans could work. I gazed over the tavern, taking in the serene beauty that it was. I really had never seen such an elegant tavern. The floors where will kept with polished oak wood. Not even a single scrape mark was scuffed upon the surface. Small round tables where scattered about with fived wooden chairs placed around each one. Small lanterns dangled from the ceiling over each table, giving off a wave of intimacy as these lights where only shared with the table. A crystal chandelier hung over where the band sat across the room, providing enough room for them to play quietly.

I stared at the map spread across the table, my brow tightening without me realizing it. It was the newest territorial draft, completed only weeks ago after months of painstaking work. The borders were marked in bold, dark lines. Mountain ridges, rivers, and dense forests were divided into distinct color blocks. Strategic locations were annotated with careful precision—high ground, blind spots, water crossings, natural choke points. The cartographer had devoted nearly half a year to it, and my father had rewarded him with a sum generous enough to spark quiet envy among the pack.

Neva looks at Sable Vane. "Sit down," Neva says. "I have the eastern territory notation." Sable Vane sits. Neva opens the record volume. They begin. --- She stays for the better part of a day. I observe this from the archive wall — the two of them at the reference table, Neva's notation and Sable's territorial records laid side by side, the cross-referencing happening in real time between two people who operate in the same register of thorough organisation and have found each other across the specific gap between the pack's administrative system and the Warden network's documentation.

I let out a soft sigh and navigated through the thick scent of pine, musk, and sweet berry wine toward the large black-stone serving bar. I spotted an empty corner with five high wooden stools. It was strange that the section was totally bare while the rest of the tavern area was completely packed with wolves, almost as if the entire pack knew to stay away from it. "Young female, you cannot sit there," the bartender barked as I went to rest my legs. "That table is strictly reserved for the owner of the Nightfang Citadel." "Oh, my mistake," I mumbled, starting to pull back. "Leave her be, Omari," a deep, chillingly familiar voice rumbled from the shadows behind me.

I couldn’t help myself, I kissed her softly before I answered the phone. “This better be good,” I said in a low growl. “Levi is attending an auction in neutral territory bordering ours,” Taylor said without missing a beat. “Windleton.” There weren’t many neutral territories around the world. A majority of the colleges are in neutral territory to give everyone the same chance, regardless of whose territory they are from. Some built their businesses in neutral territories as well. There is no Alpha, but there are Elite Gamma forces that are in charge of keeping those territories safe from rogues and other creatures/invaders.

Why yes, yes I would. I didn’t stop glaring at him, but I did shut my mouth as he crossed to his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment. I stared at it curiously and saw that it was a map of the greater Wolven Territories, encompassing all of Nightwolf, Silvermoon, and their neighbors to the North and West. There were red marks all over the map, along with tiny penciled columns of numbers and what looked like percentages next to them. “What…what is this?” I asked, curious. I ran my fingers over the maps. Here, there was a large red circle with the number 50 beneath it and the notation, “65, 10, 70%”