Werewolf Bar 소설 & 이야기

I instantly replied. "I see." Rosh replied. "Do werewolves have religion?" I asked because I was curious. "We believe in the moon goddess."Rosh replied. "Ahh, but you know about Christmas Holidays?" I asked. "Of course, we know about Christmas, remember we have staff that are humans." Rosh replied. "How about we organised a Christmas Party in the villa. We can celebrate it to ease our recent problems." I suggest. "Hhmmm, good idea, I guess the staffs will like it." Rosh replied.

Bart watched the wolves, and their mates return to the Wolf’s Den bar with a cat. He’d enjoy thinking about the insanity that will ensure from that later. Now he needed to get his head in the game. The evidence collection was going well, but that’s because there wasn’t much to process.

“Of course, Mother. I will bring your golden child home in one piece with no irreputable woman on his arm.” Five hours later I am standing in parking lot looking at the shithole bar my brother insisted that we come to. It looks like it was built with whatever spare wood they could pick up for free. Several different colors of siding line the sides of the building and iron bars cover the windows that are already broken and covered with plywood. A crudely painted wolf howling at the moon hangs above the door with a neon sign that is flickering ‘The Wolf’s Den,’ except the only letters that are still lit up are the ‘W’ and the ‘D.’

He walked and stopped as soon as he was beside him. “Neon Nights, huh? Quite shabby for a bar. You sure this is the right place?” Dean asked as he read the signboard over the bar, which ironically enough was not in neon lights and was open during the day. It was a run-of-the-mill type bar, a single story with apartments above it. There was no security outside, which was normal for a werewolf hideout. Anubis pity the person that tries to cause trouble in a bar filled with werewolves.

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

I’m dragging you if I have to. I smiled despite myself. Fangs was a werewolf-owned bar tucked in the city’s business district—a place where wolves in expensive suits hashed out deals over top-shelf whiskey and old rock playlists. Not exactly wild party vibes, but it was a safe space. Mostly. “Hey,” I said, turning to Jamie, “feel like celebrating surviving day one?” She tilted her head, considering. “Depends. Are we talking overpriced wine and sad mozzarella sticks?” “Werewolf bar,” I said. “Good beer. Great burgers. Minor risk of getting challenged to a howling contest.”

He quickly carried the body of the wild boar on his shoulder, intending to hide the carcass of this wild boar in a discreet place, and then slowly dispose of it. However, as soon as Adam saw the carcass of the wild boar, he left. A hunter chased after him, suddenly shouting. “Don't let it run away. This is a werewolf, we must beat it to death. In the town, the head of a wolf as big as this, should at least be exchanged for several hundred gold coins.”

Cleo said. "Oh wow, so this bar is for werewolves?" Hazel asked. "No! It's owned by Zander, all the employees are werewolves, but humans visit too. It's a favourite go-to for the college students around here," Cleo revealed. "Wow! Look at this place." Ingrid was in awe. "Yes, it's quite a bar. It's so five stars,"Chastity stated. "Now let the fun begin," Gabrielle shouted to the girls over the music. "Come on, we are going into the VIP booth."

"And heart? Shouldn't you start from there?" "I fucking hate you. You know that?" I groan leaning forward to see if our bartender is done with our drinks. I'm in need of liquid courage. Werewolf drinks are different from human alcohol. For us to get drunk, the drinks have to be laced with wolfsbane. Depending on the amount, it could get you drunk or kill you. I notice the stares directed at us, sure that most of them are looking at Reagan. I see a guy start to approach us but halfway through, he shakes his head and starts going in another direction. Weird. "Here you go, beautiful. Enjoy"