Thrall Diner Novels & Stories

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.

Thalia asked in a low voice, "Who's dead last right now?" Tully answered matter-of-factly, "You, of course! You don't even know you're the company's shining star, do you?" Thalia sat down awkwardly. Tully leaned in again, grinning. "Last place gets a year-end dinner on the house from everyone else." Thalia smiled faintly. "I don't mind." She mentioned she'd treat everyone to Trefoil Kitchen that night. It wasn't cheap, about 30 dollars per person. With a dozen people plus drinks, the bill would run close to five hundred dollars.

Drakken and Eleanor stepped into a small, retro diner on the outskirts of town. The neon sign outside flickered with the name "Mel's Diner," while the black and white checkered floor and red leather booths inside gave off a vintage vibe. The scent of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air. The waitress, a middle-aged woman with a friendly smile, led the duo to a booth in the corner. Drakken and Eleanor slid into the vinyl seats, each picking up a worn menu.

"Inasmuch as you need to take this very seriously, you also need to be strong. Come eat now, and then have some rest. Come morning you'll have a clear head and think about the way forward." Thane nodded, a sense of resignation washing over him. "By the way, though," Drena added, as Thane stood, following her to the dining room where the table was being laid, the scent of fried meat and mashed berries wafting through the air. "You must have someone in mind, I mean, among the lupas here in Lunarville." Thane scoffed. "Not really." Drena looked at him in disbelief. "No way! A charming young man such as yourself, there surely must be admirers."

Nostar Ice Cafe, Capital of Ondalle Haven, Republic of Shomerseth. Rula Whitney knows how well this café combines traditional Ondalle Haven coastal culinary flavors and contemporary culture. After Rondolf ruined her passionate night with Lech, she chose this cafe for peace of mind because the money had vanished. Rula may have to pay damages as well. "A plate of Toramir, Lady!" Rula grinned casually as the dishes were delivered to her. "Anything else, Lady?" he inquired.

I had paid a fortune to the witch coven for this parchment. The ancient rule was absolute: a pact between a thrall and their master could only be broken by the master's own blood. Before he could even look at the parchment, his phone rang. Ophelia’s panicked crying came through the speaker. "Bastian! My castle’s wards are broken! A rival clan is attacking! I’m so scared!" Bastian tensed up instantly, pure concern in his eyes as he stood up. "Don’t panic. I’m on my way."

Dalton said. “I’ve been waiting to meet the woman who turned Alha Dalton’s iron wall into a beating heart,” she replied, smiling at Daniella with curiosity rather than condescension. Daniella bowed slightly, her tone calm. “And I’ve been eager to meet the pack whose warriors train in storms and winters.” That earned a surprised chuckle from Elinor. “She does her homework. I like her.” Inside, the Thornvale estate was carved from stone and pine—sturdy, no-nonsense, but undeniably warm. A simple meal was prepared—roasted game bird, smoked mushrooms, and a mulled drink made from mountain berries.

Whatever brief encounter we might have had in the badlands means nothing now. A knock sounds at the door, and Billy steps inside, carrying a heavy, silver-plated thermal tray stamped with the glowing emblem of Acapella—the most exclusive meat-hall in the Silverclaw Quarter. The moment he lifts the dome lid, the intoxicating aroma of roasted prime shadow-stag and buttered river-prawns floods the ward. My mouth instantly waters, my stomach letting out an embarrassing, ravenous growl. I reach out to grab the carved bone fork, eager to devour the high-protein meat to speed up my wolf's healing, but a massive, scarred hand violently clamps down over my wrist.

"When we're alone." My face burned. I looked out the window, but my smile didn't fade. --- We reached Silvermoon by late afternoon. The pack territory was beautiful—rolling hills, a crystal lake, and a massive stone manor that looked like a castle. Wolves patrolled the perimeter, their eyes sharp and watchful. Kael parked at the gate. A guard approached. "State your business." Damon stepped out, his Alpha presence on full display. "Damon Pendleton. I'm here to see Alpha Thorne. I have an offer."

I attempted to keep myself at the center of the corridor but with every stride fearing that this might be my last. And there they were. Thralls They sat along the walls and were subdued initially. But when I passed, all of them simultaneously turned to glance at me. They had white dry eyes and red parched mouths due to eating continuously. Some were chained around their necks to the walls, while others were sitting without chains but were trembling and stirring since they were extremely hungry. "Fresh." one of them whispered, a thin hand extending to me. "Warm." I leapt back, heart pounding, but compelled myself to proceed. Don’t run. Running only brought them nearer.