Valhalla Bar Game Novels & Stories

You don't have to remind me again. I walked over to the bar, my hands shaking. I grabbed a bottle of Hennessy Paradis, the expensive stuff I usually saved for championships. Since the game was postponed, I didn't care about a clear head anymore. I needed to drown the image of Valentina’s disappointed face. I unscrewed the cap and gulped it down straight from the bottle, the liquid burning a path of fire down my throat. "I’m going to find her at all costs," I growled, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "She isn't going anywhere."

Turning to Jayla, “I’ll be home no later than 12.” “Ok, Ms. Benson.” Lori and I climb into my black Nissan Sentra and drove toward the bar we had chosen to go to tonight. “So, what's the MO on this bar?” I ask as I navigate my way through the city toward our destination. “Well,” she drawls, “It’s called Slythering. The photos online show some of the hunkiest wolves I have ever laid my eyes on, and honestly the drinks they post online look beyond delish,” she looks over at me grinning, “and the food, is apparently to die for, especially their loaded French fries.”

"We do this through my PR team. We issue a formal rebuttal." "Your PR team is too polite, little brother," Isabella said, setting her glass down with a definitive clink. "Elara, put on your coat. We’re going to a dive bar in the Meatpacking District." The Blind Tiger – 11:00 PM The bar was a relic of a grittier New York—dark, smelling of stale hops and secrets. In a back booth sat Elias Vance, celebrating his "scoop" with a bottle of overpriced champagne.

he asked over the loud music playing in the bar. "He has a very weird hobby and enjoys such places like this. I've heard that he owns this establishment too, and this place is a costume-themed bar. It appears as a bar on the outside, but there is a large black market running on the inside," Dylan explained as they walked up to the bartender. "Good evening, gents. What would you like to have?" the handsome, blonde bartender greeted with a smile. "We'd have a Blue Ocean with purple bees, room 001 please," Dylan ordered.

I reply calmly, trying not to let my irritation towards him get the better of me. “You know what Aria, have a few drinks with me, I hate talking about this kinda stuff all sober and shit,” He replies, grabbing a glass and pouring me a drink. We’re in a private room in the House of Sin Bar. It is the most elite and luxurious bar in the province and like the name suggests, the rich and wealthy come here to indulge in all sorts of passion. Heck, I remember when I used to be a regular here but with the sudden downturn of things, they wouldn’t even let me past the gate till they got a call from Ethan.

Dona smoked a cigarette while Nathan took out his laptop to play some games. Rex's company had rolled out another new game, so he took this time to play it and test it internally while waiting for the people in the bar to finish their meeting. "Cheers!" Two cocktail glasses clinked into each other, making a crisp and clear sound. After both of them drank a little, they put down the glasses. In the dark corner, the lights were beautiful yet dim, making Hilda unable to see Winnifred's expression.

Chapter 77: The Source Of Power The soft clink of glass against marble echoed in the dimly lit room. Valen sat on a leather stool in his personal mini-bar, a sleek, modern space tucked away in his manor. The polished counters gleamed under the soft glow of pendant lights, and the shelves were lined with an assortment of bottles. Valen reached for the frosted glass in front of him and took a slow sip of the chilled animal blood he had stored in the fridge.

After a moment, Jorvan took out an infernal bill from his pocket. However, the money was covered in sticky blood. When it touched my skin, I went and got a rag to wipe it off. In the next second, I froze in place and dared not move. Oh no. In such horror games, only players could see blood. They could also see the actual undead nature of the ghouls. Jorvan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth as he stared at me. “Who are you? Where did the original owner of this food stall go?”

l asked. Isabella quit the dive bar last week after landing a highly coveted job at the Valhalla Club, a members-only society for the world's wealthiest and most powerful. My father had been trying to gain admission for years, but the Boston chapter was closed to new applicants, and our family wasn't connected enough to slip through the back door.

“You want me to allow strange men to feel me up? What if they go to far? What if they’re, you know, ugly or gross.” Holly grinned, opening the door for Valerie. “From what I’ve heard about you from Damien and Nick, you don’t have a ‘too far’.” She shrugged, gesturing for Valerie to enter the bar. “I guess we’ll see how true that is tonight.” Valerie sighed, her nerves tightening into a Christmas ball of lights as she passed Holly and stepped into the rustic looking bar. This night had definitely taken a turn for the twisted and not one she was eager to explore.