Werewolf Bar 소설 & 이야기

The room became teeth and red spray and the sound of wet things leaving the places they were supposed to stay. At the front doors, a large female werewolf dropped to all fours, blocking the way. Amber eyes. Scars across her muzzle. Her lips peeled back over glistening fangs. The survivors turned and ran straight back into the slaughter. Knives clattered from a bus tub—one newly turned wolf snatched a fistful and snapped them through the air; steel buried in backs, arms, a waitress’s skull. Another beast vaulted the bar, dragging a bartender over the rail, feeding noisily.

He lifted my bra down exposing my nipples and he began to play with them. “We will surely enjoy tonight, we promise you won’t be able to walk for days after this.” he threaten to tell me and it made my eyes grew wide when the bald guy began to unzip his pants and exposed his erected dick before my face. I didn’t want it. But no matter how I tried to struggle, I just couldn’t break free and escape. I had been hoping for Wella to return and save me but I wonder what was taking her so long to come back. And for some unknown miracle that might have heard my prayers, all of us were shock when all of a sudden the bar’s music stopped as the nearest glass window next to our cubicle was shattered by

At least the Gaelic Wolf is a cool place to work. It's a time capsule of an 80 year old bar, a relic from a time only werewolves lived here, complete with taxidermied deer heads and tin ceilings on both floors, the only modern concessions electric lighting, a booth for the disabled, and some of the labels on the bottles behind the bar. The Wolf collects misfits, Goths in particular, as both patrons and workers.

What a fucking day! My Beta Jake, my Gamma Dan and two of our warriors Gabriel and Manuel had decided a drink was needed. We headed to our usual haunt The Black Star club not far from our offices, it was a bar/club that while it was in the human area was a regular place many werewolves would call in for drinks. And with it being within close proximity to our main offices it was a regular call off point for us when we had a shitty day, or just when we wanted a drink to kick back with.

The bartender glanced at it before turning to Talon. " We are looking for Amariah. A witch." Talon looked up at him holding his gaze. " This is werewolf territory. There are no witches." The bartender said denying it. " No witches?" Kael asked standing up. "Tell Amariah to come out or we’ll drag her out ourselves.” The bartender’s smirk faltered for a second. “I already told you—” Before he could finish, a glass shattered somewhere behind us. The sudden sound made me flinch, and the whole bar seemed to go quiet for a heartbeat before the chatter slowly started up again.

I won't be that little small Missy he was used to. Not waiting for his reply, not that I needed one anyway, I left his side and made my way into the party that he had separated me from. I went straight to the barman, "Give me the strongest liquor you have." I told him and noticed that the barman was also a werewolf. I could smell him. Good job John! It was nice of him to employ werewolves in his bar. "I'm your kind, so give me something that would make me... Tipsy." "Alright pretty miss." He laughed and then gulped when he looked at someone who was behind me. I turned back to see the individual and groaned.

The patrons in the bar appeared entirely human, making his statement all the more confusing. "It's a werewolf bar," he revealed.

He is still my brother. “Yes Jonas. Don’t worry, we will be out before you know it” Lucy said and dragged me inside. As soon as we are seated, I look over the dance floor and there are only few humans. Most of space and corner here was consumed by werewolf. “This is a werewolf bar. Humans you see are mated with a wolf” Lucy whispered to me. We were seated away from the crowd. A private booth was reserved for us, Alex and Bryan is really something.

Pushing all of those thoughts aside for now, I step into the bar and get a good look at the activity inside Maeve’s Tavern as the big oak doors loudly bang closed behind me. It is buzzing with warm blooded humans and wolves. All looking to blow off steam by drinking, dancing, playing pool, or picking someone up to warm their beds for the night.

I chose a burgundy wrap dress that was very short and showed a very healthy amount of cleavage, along with silver heels. Our pack had a few smaller bars, but usually when wolves wanted to go dancing or party, they went to bars in the human towns were they had larger populations. We pre-selected five bars that we knew had good music, plenty of room to dance, and were likely filled with more wolves than humans. The latter bars tended to be ones owned by packs, even though they were on human/ neutral territory.