Whis X Beerus Novels & Stories

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

"That is one hot whiskey." Fenris looked down at me. A slow, highly amused smile spread across his face. "That was not whiskey." I stopped coughing. I wiped my watering eyes and looked up at him. He laughed at my panicked expression. "It is a gift. I get a crate of it every year from my cousin. He works as a merchant down in the eastern ports." He laughed again, his chest vibrating against my hand. He called out the strange, foreign name of the liquor. "It is the absolute best thing to drink before sex."

"The ancestral liquor in this sector is brewed with wolfsbane extracts to test a bloodline’s resilience, Chika," Lucien muttered, his knuckles turning white against the armrest of his transport chair as the banquet hall cleared out. "My uncles are intentionally pressing the glasses to see if my system can still filter the toxicity. If your core isn't built for heavy tactical sedation, you need to return to the barracks immediately."

Reyland replied evenly. “Hmph,” Dorien scoffed, turning from his brother and downing the rest of the beer. He belched loudly and gripped the edge of the island as he swayed lightly. It took something special to make a wolf tipsy. With their rapid metabolism and healing abilities, it was not an easy feat. Reyland’s beer was strong. Just half a bottle could make the most steady wolves unstable – whatever was in Reyland’s beer made wolves extra tipsy. Dorien stood and staggered forward. As he fell, Reyland grabbed for him. The young alpha pivoted slightly, snatched the blood in his brother’s hand, and took a swig, consuming a quarter of the content.

He did the same too. "Niklaus! Good to see you. Come stai?" Fenrir excitedly greeted and asked how I was. "Sto bene. Passami una birra, per favore," I answered him and asked for a beer. He swiftly moved back inside the counter and showed me five famous Italian liquors. I chose the third one. "Ah! Birra Moretti! Nice choice!" he claimed and moved the remaining liquors back to their places. I, on the other hand, opened the bottle and drank my frustration about my unending nightmares.

Cassie babbled “You forgot the dog from Goku, the destroyer of worlds what’s his name again?” Ray questioned “it’s Beerus” Nate said but my eyes were fixated on those lips that also said the same thing at the same time “It’s Beerus” She mumbled “You said what??” I threw a snarky comment her way. What? I can’t help but spike her sometimes

Orien's eyes broaden as he hoists the bottle towards his face squinting his orbs, analyzing it to check its authenticity. "I had bribed it into our lands confidentially last week for our night, traded with a wolf from another pack for it. I had to pay a large sum; it was quite expensive." Zina sighs recalling her personal loss as she seizes the bottle from his hands pouring some in small shot glasses. "I do not think Theia can handle this, Zina. Spirytus Stawski is ninety-six per cent pure liquor. She will undoubtedly collapse." Ismena mutters as she shudders to the potent scent of the transparent drink that resembles water.

I took a glance to see that all the rogues were dead and now my mate was eyeing me in worry as he tried to tear down the ice wall once again to help me. I closed my eyes, concentrating back on the situation at hand. My hands trembled, controlling the extent of power it was radiating. Soon that bastard's hair started glowing white, just like mine. I smirked at my plan working. My smile grew wider when a white light emerged on his chest, stretching out to take all over his body. He grew a little tense now. With every inch the white light moved to cover his body, he grew stiffer. "What... what are you doing Aurora?" He started to panic. "I can't move!" He screamed. I tilted my head, my lips tug

“The key to this drink is the hefeweizen beer. Grab me a bottle, and we’ll get to work,” he instructed. When he turned his attention to the jackass demanding the obscure drink, Chris dialed up the charm. “Not everyone has a palate as high-class as you, sir. I’d take The Barbecue over a regular whiskey drink any day!” “You got that right,” the man replied, puffing out his chest like a peacock. Chris mixed a dab of Jack Daniel’s with Maker’s Mark, adding an extra jigger to hopefully put the man on his head. Making swift work with his

He adds which made even more surprised. “W-What? What are you talking about Zion?” Zion pulled his hand away from me quickly and smiled shyly before he takes a huge amount of smoke into his lungs before breathes it out. I was still sitting here stunned by his words but I tried not to let it bother me because he is indeed Harry’s friend. “It’s something best left unsaid.” He tells me before he stands on his feet while finishing his bottle of beer. “I’m going in, will you be okay in here?” I answered his question a nod.