Thrall Diner Novels & Stories

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.”

she answered him, standing before the thrall with an unfazed expression. "What I tell you about their diets?" he said. "Chicken, pork, beef. Chicken, pork, beef! She taste like she been gnawing on celery for four weeks! And what's up with these thighs?" his hands lightly slap whatever fat is left on the thrall's legs. "We can't be having no skinny mullets around here, and you know that!"

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.

"I’m finishing up at the gallery." "I’m always busy, Serena. But if you’re asking if I have time for you, the answer is always yes. Are you inviting an Enforcer to your territory?" "There’s a Moonfang Dining House a block from the Crimson Veil. They serve drinks strong enough to put a yearling down. If you happened to be there, I might have a thumb drive in my pocket that I’d be willing to trade for a double espresso. Loads of cream. I need the fuel if I’m going to survive another gala."

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.

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.

The door security walks over and says, “Mr Nightmoon, was there something or someone you are looking for?” “Yes, James. The young female Thalia, do you know where she went?” “Yeah, Miss Anna and Miss Thalia usually go to a small cafe around the corner near the park to pick up their lunch before returning to eat it. Except, Miss Thalia has been on her own to leave these last 2 days, she stays out for the entire half-hour lunch and then Miss Anna walks her back but does not enter. May I speak freely, Mr Nightmoon?”

Thank you monsieur At your service madame I snicker and shake my head at his antics in playing along with me, he leads me into the building after allowing me a few minutes to look around outside and gawk up at the building before me, Silk Thread Dining is the name on the building, I must say it looks quite elegant on the outside so I suppose inside would be even more spectacular. Good afternoon, table under the name of Lemos Welcome Mr. Lemos, please follow the waitress and she will guide you to your private room