Novel & Cerita Werewolf Bar

Reserving a place wasn't that cheap, but he didn't mind since it was for his close friend, whom he considers a brother, just so he could get to meet his mate. They entered the dimly lit bar that had pop music blaring from the speakers. The place was crawling with humans and a few werewolves. They found a spot to sit at the bar. "Can I get a spicy margarita with a shot of vodka?" Jason ordered. "I will take a shot of vodka and a glass of dried gin and tonic." Liam said, and the barman got busy preparing their orders. He was also a werewolf, and he added some drops of diluted wolfbane so that we could feel the effect, because human alcohol would have no effect on them. And in no time, we were

“Give me the address, I’ll come right over.” Under the fates’ design, as if guided by some unseen force in the werewolf - centered universe. When Thea arrived at the bar, it was already midnight. The bar was nearly empty, with only a few disheveled figures slumped over the tables, like weary wolves resting after a long hunt. After scanning the room, Thea didn’t spot anyone familiar, and she frowned in confusion, her wolfish instincts on high alert. At that moment, a waiter approached and gave her a soft smile. “Are you Miss Thea?”

Grayson asks after we've walked a little through the crowd, a group of werewolves dressed casually, drinking and laughing with each other. "An empty barrak? Very few left friend, wolves been coming in from all over. So if you don't mind sharing a room" A subtle glance back at me. "I mind" "Gonna be a hard one I reckon" "There's one, if you still got anything to barter or coins. Well expensive. Don't understand why since it ain't much shit" Another explains. He motions with his head a few more walks up. "The dark house with the yellow light on. Ask for shirley"

Or did they? “Come on!” Livie pulled me toward the bar and we had to squeeze our way there. Human bars were different than werewolf bars or at least the one we were in at the moment. It was too packed and the music was too loud for my liking. There were so many drunkards, most probably because they have low alcohol tolerance and couldn't hold their liquor as well as us werewolves. What made me feel the most uncomfortable was the stench of vomit, which were too strong. This bar was definitely not as clean as the werewolf bars we had frequented.

A refuge for monsters who have no other options. I push through the door. The smell hits me immediately. Unwashed bodies, cheap alcohol, blood. Old blood and fresh blood mixing together. My enhanced senses pick up every detail and it makes my stomach turn. The bar is packed. Maybe thirty wolves, all of them packless based on the lack of unified scent. Everyone turns to look at me when I enter. Assessing. Judging. Trying to figure out if I'm prey or competition. A female wolf approaches. She's maybe forty, hard-looking, with scars covering her arms and a cigarette dangling from her mouth. "You're new. Fresh turned from the smell of you."

My wolf still recognized Alexander as her mate, still yearned for his wolf Alex, despite everything. I stubbed out the cigarette against a nearby stone. "I need a drink. A real one." Ruby helped me to my feet, steadying me when I swayed slightly. "Where do you want to go?" "Silver Moon Bar," I decided. "It's far enough from pack territory that no one will recognize me." The Silver Moon Bar was dimly lit and half-empty when we arrived. I made my way to a corner booth, ignoring the curious glances from the few patrons—mostly humans with a few lone wolves scattered about.

Mateo urged, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of the werewolf bar. Kadeem glanced around, taking in the raucous atmosphere. The smells of sweat and alcohol hung heavily in the air, mingling with the enticing scents of raw meat being served fresh from the kitchen. The low hum of conversation was punctuated by throaty laughter and the occasional growl as minor disputes erupted among patrons. A live band played energetically in the corner, their feral melodies adding to the intoxicating ambiance. "Relax?" Kadeem muttered under his breath, one eyebrow raised skeptically. "Easier said than done."

Alpha King's POV Jack had found the place where the suspicious werewolves were hiding, so we must go there once. That place was called Haunted Ground, one of our important enemies resided here, they called themselves Sun Soldiers. They had caused a lot of conflicts among the werewolf packs. I suspected that many people in power in the werewolf packs were related to this organization, or were even the leader of this organization. If I couldn't get rid of all the elements of this organization in my administration, I wouldn't be able to sleep well.

Chris had to refrain from putting his hands over his ears. He saw lots of, well, obviously humans. Lots of males, some females and some very tall females… taller than werewolf females who he believed were taller than human females. (Except for Klara, she was just tiny). Stephan guided him to a bar, “What you having? On me.” Chris thought to all the human films he’d watched, he wasn’t one hundred percent their drinks were the same. “Beer?” “Two beers!” The drinks arrived quickly and he gulped half the beer down in one, looking around the room. He wanted to call it a bar, but he wasn’t sure if that was accurate, it didn’t look like one he’d seen in any film before.

Tonight I will bring Deanne home with me. I park my car, and I walk down to the Howling Moon bar and grill to see if anyone will talk to me. I go in the old rusted door and sit down at the most disgusting bar. I wonder if the health inspector has ever been in this nasty place. The other patrons are definitely wolves, and they are getting their eyes full of me. I bet not too many college girls come in here unless accompanied by a wolf. I can hear their chatter and growling. Fuck them. I am here to find Deanne. An older lady wolf comes over to me. She smiles and smacks her gum. She looks a little rough around the edges. She has seen her better day, and it is in her distant past.