روايات وقصص ضمن Thrall Diner

Lola-On the evening of Thursday, the 22nd The 1950s theme restaurant I work for, Toby’s Family Diner, is the best downtown. Its fun retro look of the black and white checkered floor and red accents make it a crisp and clean environment to work in.

"We don't know who’s inside." Before he could even knock, the heavy wooden door creaked open. An elderly man stood there, he was a wolf. I could tell tell from his scent. His hair was turning white, and though he was slowly aging you could tell he was one fit man in his prime. He stood tall, leaning on a thick wooden cane. His eyes were sharp, too sharp for someone his age. "Who are you?" Renn asked, his voice a low growl. "Name’s Thorne," the man said. "I was exiled from the Hill Pack years ago. This place was empty, so I fixed it up. What do you want?"

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

Thunk! A sharp, bruising impact slammed into my shoulder, jarring me from my thoughts. My head snapped up to see a blonde-haired maid, her lips curled into a contemptuous smirk. She offered no apology, simply swept past, her disdain a palpable wave. Nothing changes in this place, I mused, a familiar resignation settling over me. Shoving aside the sting of the insult, I pressed on until I reached the colossal oak doors of the dining hall, flanked by two impassive knights, their armor gleaming under the light. "Announcing Crown Princess Thalia!" a thundering voice boomed from within, the sound vibrating through the thick wall. With a synchronized movement, the knights heaved the doors inward.

The cool sweet water cools my throat, slakes my thirst. Finally, I stand in front of the ...packhouse? ... from which the aroma comes. It's a strange sort of packhouse. The front is glass and I see people gathered at tables inside. Not very secure. A bright pink neon sign above the glass doors says 'Diner'. I push my way in and I see the now-empty pot which still smells of that mouthwatering stew. Behind it stands a Witch. And on a table to the side sits Silvia--with strange metal in her face, her hair shorter, but still Silvia!---whose hands are held in the giant paws of a ginger-haired werewolf who smiles at her and leans forward to whisper .... what? What is he whispering to my Silvia?

“Oh, don't worry about them. We are going to leave them at the coffee shop inside the building while we roam around and look at a Swarovski shop first.” I puffed out a breath and smiled. “That sounds better.” Carmela laugh while we took the elevator, she then gave a hand signal to the six warriors on taking the next lift. One of them furrowed his brows but remained standing while watching the doors closed in front of us. We went out to the first floor where we immediately saw several people walking the large aisle. “Let us keep them in that place.” She looked at the cozy restaurant with a big sign above, that’s written D&D restaurant. My eyes scanned the place and somehow it made me feel lik

I notice the Beta and Thellues both exchanging looks as they both speak in unison. “Hey!” “They have a burger that is to die for! You won’t be disappointed.”Thellues spent the next fifteen minutes telling me about how this place has a burger that’s infused with bacon and how he and the Beta always come here when in the area. I just stared out the window as we left the territory. I’d never been this far away from the packhouse before everything was different. Everything was much more colorful. After about an hour we come to a complete stop in front of a cute Riverfront diner. Thellues climbs out of the back seat and makes his way around to my door; he opens it and extends his hand to help

But since I also need to monitor Galvin's actions, it might not be a bad idea to join them for a bit… until I discern his true nature. "I'll take up your offer then…" I said. "Well, I'm also thinking about the same thing!" Gwyneth added, "But for an entirely different reason," Sahra explained. "Teehee…." It seems that Sahra was able to read her thoughts perfectly. "Then… why don't we discuss this on the 'Tavern's', Azriel will surely love that place," Jigen suggested. Judging from its name, it was probably a challenger-owned restaurant. After all there are only a certain number of food stalls manned by NPC, it's very rare nowadays to even find home-made dishes, for sure that place will be gr

The heavy steel door of our private car was blown off its hinges. Five figures stepped through the smoke. They wore ancient, rusted crimson armor, their eyes glowing with a sickly, corrupted red light. They weren't ordinary vampires. They were Thralls—undead puppets controlled directly by the pureblood magic of the Progenitors. They held jagged, obsidian blades dripping with a corrosive acid meant to stop a Lycan’s healing factor. The lead Thrall lunged, moving with unnatural, jerky speed, aiming his acid-laced blade directly at Killian’s chest.

Thorne points to a crooked stone building with a sign hanging over the door. "The wick inn, a bit lacklustre isn't it?" Dante points to the sign, his brother nodding in agreement. "Now isn't the time for a drink, we need to see the oracle and get out of here as soon as we can" I argue. Thorne places his arm around my shoulder. "Relax my love. I don’t know where she is hiding and what better place to find out. Drunken loose lipped witches"