Werewolf Restaurant San Diego Novels & Stories

He then sliced the meat on a plate, decorated with scream and cheese until Dianna noticed blood on it. But she remained quiet and ignored it. She knew they liked a rare type of meat, but it was different from the usual one. He took a slice of it, gnawed silently, and wiped his mouth with a white, clean cloth. Dianna gulped, hesitated to touch the food that was served five minutes ago. She couldn't still believe that she stepped into the fanciest and popular restaurant in the entire country. But according to the old legends, before the restaurant was built, the entire place was called the werewolves small town.

After nearly an hour of running, Mira finally arrived at the pub located near the junction between the Southern and Eastern pack territory. “Explain to me why that pretty face looked gloomy,” the bar owner greeted her as soon as she entered the front door. Westie was a sixty-eight years old retired cop in the Eastern Werewolves Pack territory. He knew about the supernatural world because his wife was one before her death of an illness. Since then, Westie sold his house and opened a pub where he worked and lived at the same time. “Good to see you, Westie. How’s the shotgun doing for you?” Mira asked as she sat down at his table.

He also looked at his hand I was holding. “So can you just build a home where I can run when I am lost? Can you stay when sometimes I feel like I want to give up?” I whispered softly. “Fuck it…” he cursed under his breath. “Do you think I would be able to resist you?” I chuckled and looked at him. “I know you won’t.” After our drama inside the eatery shop, we went outside but far from the center of attention of the werewolves. Diego said that we will go to the house of his friend Luna, who I think is a female werewolf.

Eva asked him shining her newly colored blue eyes at him. Luca smiled and said "You see, a Wolf will not protect what he has until he's challenged by another Wolf who wants to take it" "Huh?" Eva said and Luca stood up and patted her head and said "Soon you'll understand Eva" ~~~~

My date opts for the usual pasta with extra meat. “You won't regret that. I hear that the pasta here is exceptional”, I compliment her on the choice. “This is my first time here but the reviews are excellent. I was fortunate to be able to reserve a table”. She looks up from my words. "For the first time? Aren't the people here werewolves?” she asks innocently. “No, not as far as I could sense. But I do think a lot of werewolves visit this place. The menu is full of meat dishes and fewer vegetables and fish. That says a lot. And there are also a number of packs in the area, enough to bring many customers to this restaurant”, I answer.

I heard a chuckle from Bradley. He was trying to make me think I was crazy, so that I could let go of what I had seen. But I wasn’t about to let him make me second guess myself when I knew I had been completely sober. Never in my life had I ever had hallucinations and delusions so trying to pathologize me was not going to work. “I saw Leon turn. There was another witness, Rafael. Is he also a werewolf, because he vanished fast?” Mr. Morgenstern finally realised I was dead serious. He glanced at Bradley whose expression did not change. Mr. Morgenstern turned back to me. “Come to my house at seven pm for dinner, all of you excluding the young one.”

) He wonders to himself however. 'Boom!' a large explosion goes off sending tree chunks at him. "Wwwwwwwaaaaaarrr!" The wolf cries out as it evades the chunks swiftly. "Haaaaaaaaa, you won't make this easy for me will you.... Huh Jason?" A girl's voice came from behind the destroyed tree. (Clara!) He yelled in his mind his fangs showing hostility towards his childhood friend. The red haired girl stepped up and watched as the wolf ran away again "Even as a werewolf you're still weird" a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again.

They approached the register, but their attention was clearly elsewhere, specifically, on the Alphas ' table. "Welcome to Sneakz," I said with practised cheerfulness. "What can I get for you today?" The taller one smiled, revealing too-sharp canines. "Just browsing the menu for now. Heard this place has some... special sauces." My stomach tightened at his emphasis. The Volcanic Sauce wasn't just a novelty item—it contained trace elements that could reveal a werewolf's presence. In the wrong hands, it could be weaponised against our kind. "Your sauce selection is right there on the menu board," I replied evenly. "Let me know if you have any questions."

Lexa, the waitress, hurried towards us, immediately we stepped in. “Welcome sirs. What can I get you?” she asked. Lexa was a werewolf, like any of us, and she’d been working here as a cover-up waitress for years. Most customers were werewolves, humans hardly ever stopped by the restaurant. Maybe it was because they could sense something off about the place. It had been a wonder that Tessa had wandered into this restaurant, of all places. But then, she’d always had a knack for danger. “Nothing,” Rex answered the waitress. “We’re not here for that.” She nodded, getting the hint.

I'm insane for thinking a human could accept this. But he doesn't head for the door. Instead, he paces to the window, running his hands through his hair. I stay frozen on the couch, waiting. "That man," Diego says suddenly, turning to face me. "The one from the restaurant. The one who dragged you away. He's one too?" I nod. "An Alpha. The leader of my former pack." "And your ex-boyfriend?" "Hector. Yes, he is a werewolf too." Diego laughs, but there's no humor in it. "So I've been competing with werewolves. Actual werewolves. That's..." He trails off, shaking his head.