Thrall Diner Novels & Stories

Darrion pumped his eyebrows when he said the last part. Gilbert smiled knowingly. “Ah yes. He might probably need some help.” He rummaged something in the drawer before pulling out an envelope. “Here, Darrion. For lunch. The Adventurer Guild has restaurant, why don’t you order there for everyone?” Darrion took the envelope. “Sure!” Then he turned to the office. “Anyone wants anything for lunch?” Darrion shouted. “We’re ordering from the Adventurer Guild!” “Oh I want the honey fried chicken, please!” Mika replied.

"No, Mom, you have to come with us. I don't want to be separated from you." Thalia laughed seeing Sarena's sullen face. "Of course I will come with you. Remember, I also still need to meet Monroe, my brother, and if possible, with the rest of the family I have left behind. But, after all my business is finished, I will return here, manage my restaurant and live in peace." "Mooom...," complained Sarena irritably. "But why?" "Honey, I'm happy here. I feel calm and I've found what I like to do here," Thalia answered confidently. "My customers and their beaming faces after enjoying my food, is something that always makes me excited in the morning."

Alpha Gali Blackmoor Over at the grand Blackmoor Crescent Keep, the atmosphere is starkly different from any happy home—it is completely cold, silent, and lifeless. My hands carefully carry a clay plate of meat-spaghetti upstairs to the Silverclaw Chamber, where young Malek Thorncrest is still perched high by the stone window ledge, his small eyes staring out into the dark courtyard toward the front gates. The tiny figure looks completely lost and forlorn in the shadows.

POV: Calista Rivers The first thrall cleared the ladder rail with its red eyes locked onto my throat. It didn’t breathe because the air around its jaw rippled with foul heat. I didn’t wait for it to stabilize its stance. I stepped into its guard, my left hand jamming into the smoky mass of its shoulder to anchor its position while my right drove the silver blade straight through its sternum. The second thrall was already over the rail behind me. Its obsidian claws scraped across my shoulder blade and tore through the tough leather of my jacket and sliced a clean line across my skin.

The dining hall was quiet as always, save for the cutlery clinking against plates. The smell of roasted meat and spiced broth filling the air. General Thorne sat at the high table, his arms crossed and his eyes sweeping the room. His daughter’s seat was still empty. “Where’s Laura?” he asked finally, his voice cutting through the silence. Beta Darian didn’t look up from his meal. He smirked faintly. “With Lucan, I’d imagine.”

I ordered a crispy grilled cheese sandwich, craving its comforting warmth, while Dillon opted for a turkey and pesto Panini. "How did you manage to get home the night before?" He asked, hesitancy evident in his voice, aware of the sensitivity of the question given the circumstances. "Let's not talk about it," I replied softly, not wanting to dwell on the events of the previous night. "Okay," he conceded, sensing my reluctance to delve into that painful memory. "I finally managed to get a job. I now work at Steele Global Bank," I told him happily, a sense of accomplishment swelling within me.

“Thanks, Macie. It was sweet of you to make her lunch. Fancier than she gets from me, that’s for sure.” Macie waved her off. “All ingredients you had on hand, no biggie. How long’s it take to get to town again?” “Thirty minutes. So, what’s the big secret? What are you looking at in Sundance?” “Dewey’s Delish Dish in the Sandstone building.” AJ turned slightly to look at Macie. “You quitting the Last Chance Diner?” “God no. I swear Velma would hunt me down and kill me. We’re expanding.

The Nightbane franchise was drowning in stadium debt, and the Blackthorne lineage was the only force that could keep the sports council from stripping our family name. Darius’s harsh features melted into a false, booming smile that made my stomach turn. “Have you eaten since you left the high ridge, Lyra? The kitchens can prepare the fresh elk-kill before you return to the arena offices.” This was the same male who hadn't spoken my name in eight winters unless it was to curse my mother’s bloodline. His warmth was nothing but an invitation to the slaughter.

“Our wolves couldn’t catch a clean scent line for weeks after we took over the Abakon Yellow outpost,” Malakai Thornwolf growled, his deep voice carrying a dark vibration through the narrow stone walls of the Fenrir Shadow Den. “The mountain frost was too thick, and the local Pack Guard was running heavy patrols along the ridge lines every midnight. Every time we scouted the Silver Fang Tavern, Rafe Moonhunter was nested inside with his alpha circle.”

Boss cleansing probability +10%] The next day, I went out to find Jorvan already standing guard at the food stall. He was not the only one there. Other familiar ghouls were there as well. Klyton, Chitan, Trilius, Anella… They were all on high alert and diligently looking around the surroundings. I moved some big tables to place around the food stall and started preparing the food. I was not going to settle for simple food on that day. I was going to make the specialties from the diner, which I had picked out with my father.