Vodka Detective Conan Novels & Stories

Conrod abruptly stopped drinking and looked at Alud, his eyes glowing purple. Alud looked ruefully at the worried vampire and went to the center of the hall to see if Conrod was still alive. Conrod lay in a large pool of blood of Amon-ankh-Ptah, the body of the ancient still twitching and slowly drying up. When Alud came closer, he saw Konrod with burning eyes greedily drinking blood from a puddle. Alud stood up as if rooted to the spot. Conrod turned dark and greedily drank the ancient blood. His broken bones were set back into place before his eyes. Conrod abruptly stopped drinking and looked at Alud, his eyes glowing purple.

He tried for the pack. He worked tirelessly trying to make things right. When he was tired, he stood up to stretch his bones. He sat in a position for too long. He got a drink from the small bar in his room. Amara had finally succumbed to la-la land. The clink of glasses woke her up. She watched Conan down a glass of wine. She didn't know when she blurted.. " You're not supposed to start the day with a drink." She closed her eyes, she was supposed to be asleep.

Harold was asked to investigate about this flower named Konki, which was used to create Calliot tea and killed many werewolves in the pack. After searching around, Harold found a rouge who had a connection with the said flower. However, the rogue died before Harold can meet him. He died in his human form. Police lines scattered around the horrific scene. Harold watched from afar. No one noticed how his golden eyes brightened in a flash as he tried to identify the tall man inside the police line. A little later, Harold recognized the handsome detective in charge of the case.

The dealer was still holding a gun back at Felton as he tore through the road, already marvelling about his endearing escape when a whooshing sound emanated followed by what appeared to be pink lightning and a woman dressed in pink was suddenly riding shotgun with him. "Ah, shit! Pink Projectile!" he cursed, quickly pointing the gun at her and opening fire. It was Carol. She grabbed at the incoming bullets emptied from the gun like she was picking up groceries until the dealer was then just pulling the trigger and only a clicking sound from an empty gun can out. "I think you're out of ammo," Carol said comically from behind her mask. "I hate that name, by the way. Now...," she added right be

’ She thought and hissed to all their hearings. Connor turned and looked at her, while the driver looked at her through the rear mirror. Connor smiled and turned his head away. He continued punching his phone like he heard nothing. Violet blushed within at the smile of Connor. Her inner self literally melted at the sight of her sweetheart’s smile. As always, ever since the very first day she saw him, she started to like him, his eyes were the ones that attracted him the most, yet she had a glance of them just once. Her wedding day was the second time she was seeing him and he still had the long blonde hair he had the very first time she met him.

he muttered opening the cap and sniffing it gingerly. Derrick watched out of the corner of his eye when Jordan knocked it back with a big gulp before gagging. The snort of laughter escaped him before he realised and frowned staring forward. “Hey! It’s strong and who the hell buys vodka straight?!” Jordan demanded looking at him. “Are you taking me home?” “Yes, I don’t want to be arrested for soliciting a minor with a bottle of vodka. You might want to slow down,” Derrick answered watching him drink it like water.

Ryan said. "Thank you for that kid bro". Theo said and Jayden scoffed." for what you just said I will get us another drink but is on me this time". he stood up and left, a few seconds later he came back holding three glasses of drink and gave each of them, they gulped all at once. "Gosh, what kind of drink is this?" Ryan asked as he felt a burning in his throat. "Is called Devil Springs Vodka". he said and Jayden stood up to leave " Are you leaving?"

I say, cleaning my eyes. He grips my hands and sighs contentedly. "I love hearing that from you, Dove. Thank you." "Vodka?" I ask, drawing the drink closer. David shakes his head. "I have not tasted alcohol in years." "That's good because vodka is not alcohol," I say, pouring him a shot. "It's an antidote." His laughter booms as he swirls the glass with his eyes on me. I look away and my eyes fall on his shadow once again before looking up to his face again. "So what are they doing to find out the real criminal who framed you?"

Conan's smirk deepened, and he added, "But I'm not doing anything inappropriate; just having a drink with you. Even if Mr. Weller finds out, he can't say anything about that, can he?" "Fine, I'll have a drink with you," Christina said, suppressing her disgust. "I hope you'll still be clear-headed enough to discuss business afterward." Conan did not move but instead licked his lips while staring at Christina. "Ms. Stevens, I admire your straightforwardness, but before we toast, I have… one more request."

Unknown’s POV Once the ceremony was over, the crowd began to disperse into the reception hall, where drinks and food awaited them. Conan felt numb as he followed the flow of the crowd, his mind clouded with frustration. A drink, he needed a drink. anything to numb the pain in his chest. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the bar and poured himself a handsome glass full. He brought it to his lips and smelled. something, something warm and sweet and intoxicating. His wolf stirred instantly, snapping to attention.