Werewolf Bar Novels & Stories

"May the goddess help us." Taking a deep breath, I exit the restroom and head straight to the bar. After scanning the club to make sure Dimitri isn't in sight, I turn to the bartender. "I need a drink that is meant to make a werewolf drunk." "Have got just the thing." The bartender winks at me.

The corners of Ben's lips lifted, and he seemed very sure of his words. "What did you bring?" I asked. Ben joined me and said, "It's about a murder that happened last night. A woman, the owner of a small bar in the northern district, was found dead inside her bar. Her neck was lacerated, and her intestines were ripped out. There's no doubt that it was a werewolf." Okay, this was exciting. "Human or werewolf?" I was curious. "She's human,' Ben replied. I sighed. I thought there was something else important going on.

I just want them to see me with the twins before approaching. ******** Finally, it was the day of the werewolf festival taking place in the Night walker pack. Barbara and I were getting dressed by some stylist who would be in charge of our dressing. Barbara suggested we look breathtaking so she hired a different stylist who would make us look beautiful. “I can't wait to find who my mate is!!” She exclaimed. “What if the moon goddess decided to punish me and get me mated to someone like Alpha Charles?” Barbara shuddered, her tone filled with Terror.

He shrugged, “If you say so, but if you’re stressed out, you can come with us.” “Where- never mind, I think I already know where.” He’s only smiling like that when he’s talking about a party. Ruis owns a bar, which is exclusive for werewolves on certain days. I told him it wouldn’t sell, but boy, I was wrong. Our kind has stronger alcohol tolerance than humans, which means more sales for him, but I never thought many of us were so into parties. There were no pack restrictions either. You can enter as long as you’re a werewolf and not a rogue. It was the “hottest place” for mate finding and matchmaking, as per Ruis.

I smirked at his remark, for a second, I forgot us being an Ambrose. “Just reminding you,” I joked. “What brings you here?” a baritone voice from the only werewolf in human form spoke. “Where are your brown friends?” I asked as Rendall and I switch our direction, every werewolf we see is either in black or grey fur. “You know this is not a place to look for a puppy,” he replied. There is something in his voice that makes it frightening, and gloomy. “Where are your kind that has brown furs?” I sharply asked.

I replied. "Well, what do you want to drink?" "Dry Martini, stirred," "I'II get onto that then," she stepped away for a moment to make the drink. In the meantime, I got a closure of the bar, it had been slightly changed since the last time I was here, that was almost a year ago. Just beside the bar there was a grill, visited usually by werewolves to pick up human females for the night. Werwolves couldn't breed humans and that was a known fact, therefore, they preferred fucking them over female wolves.

Scott doubted the significance of the information Godrick had, so he prepared himself not to expect much. “Do you know the bar just outside our territory? The Wheeler?” Everyone nodded. There wasn’t a single werewolf who didn’t know that place, as The Wheeler bar was where young werewolves spent their weekends. “What’s up?” Sewell began to look serious, and Scott desperately wanted to warn him not to react to Godrick. Godrick smirked. “I met a girl there. We had a great time, and she—” Maila punched Godrick’s bare arm so hard that he screamed in pain and jumped back. “Hey, what’s your problem?!” Godrick protested.

"Do you have a date or something? Remember what Dr. Moreira told you." "I remember every second of my life what Moreira said," Ragnar responds with some sarcasm. "And yes, I have a date and I'm already running late, so I can't tell you anything now." Ragnar leaves the room and Rubí huffs. He goes down to the parking lot and after driving for half an hour, he arrives at a colorful bar on the outskirts of the city that he hasn't visited in a long time. This is a place frequented specifically by werewolf men from his pack, although sometimes, during mating ceremonies, members of other packs can also be found interacting with them.