Werewolf Bar Romane & Geschichten

Now I realize there are some who are in a similar situation to me. I put on my barmaid uniform and left the boarding house. Tonight I'm working from 7:00PM to 3:00AM. I don't usually go on a night shift, but as a werewolf, it's normal for me to stay up late. When I arrived at the bar, there were only a few customers left. Most of my coworkers already went home as well. The seats and tables are unoccupied, except for the drunk man standing up and groping his way to the door.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

The alpha king glared at him. " You dare stand before me and speak of my death. Do you know what this place is? This was where I killed the old lady. Sophia witnessed it and ran. This place was where you had your first meeting to dethrone me. " He paused and smiled. " And this is where I will start clipping your wings. I let you fly too high. " " What?" Ruckus smiled. " Try and see." " Do you know how strong a werewolf can become after killing?" The alpha king released his claws and started walking to the oak tree.

Even those were burnt to cinders, destroyed along with everything else I had ever loved. My place is the main werewolf watering hole, and that means I need muscle that can handle my patrons. The worst incident in all my time as owner was when two werewolves decided to try and fight a vampire for possession of a young local girl. It was nearly the full moon, so the wolves were feeling sexually agitated and wanted to share her between themselves, which is nothing out of the ordinary. If the vampire hadn’t decided that he also wanted to sample what the girl had to offer, then everything would have played out like it usually does. Instead, I ended up with a trashed bar and two injured wolves. Si

"At least explain why?!" Xavier sighs before flipping open a page. He thought he won't look like an idiot when he talked to him in his head in case he slips up and creates awkward facial expressions. "Werewolf senses require werewolf mana to operate. My guess is that Mr. Zyris is using something to block werewolf and vampire hearing to avoid anyone hearing about their conversation."

"Some Alcohol!" He turned around and looked at me with wide eyes. "What the beep is wrong with you?" He whisper-yelled. There are few Wolves bar where they would allow people above 18 years to drink and they have strong drinks which were exclusively for werewolves. Mukilan used to go there once in a while. But he would never take me there. "I want to celebrate this day." I said him without any note of emotions. He eyed me for a moment and started driving. I sighed and sat there silently.

I could just take it off once I’m inside, but for now, I was hoping my mate was inside. I hurriedly stepped inside, and although I wanted to explore the mansion right away, my feet and my heart knew what they wanted. I let my nostrils follow the scent I was looking for, and it didn’t take long before it led me to the bar adjacent to the playroom in the west wing of the mansion. He must be drinking. The Alpha told me Paul requested strong alcohol to take with him, and the Alpha gave him two bottles of the strongest one he has. He said those drinks were manufactured by a company owned by werewolves, and that these drinks were specifically catered to wolves. It could get us drunk.

Getting wasted drunk at Drunken Dragon Bar just outside Wildwood Pack grounds, on the other hand, easily makes my top-10 list of stupid decisions. At the time, going to that particular bar seemed to make a lot of sense. It was close by; it was open 24-hours; and it had wolfsbane cocktails advertised on its signage, meaning that it was werewolf friendly. Inside, the bar was full of wolves and a handful of humans. The music was loud and the liquor was flowing. Nothing in the bar screamed, “Turn around and go home.” Instead, Drunken Dragon Bar seemed like the perfect place to drink my problems away.

Beckoning for another round from the man behind the bar, he had barely taken a sip of his last draft; when the door violently burst open. Announced by a startling clang, that even awoke the man passed out next to him. Allen turned to see a burly vendor clamoring to lock the door behind him. “Oye, what do you think you’re doing making all that racket in my pub!” the bartender hollered. Panting the large man struggled to speak fast enough. “There’s a werewolf.” He wheezed, “In Lunzar Square.”

“What if they don’t like outsiders?” “Trust me, if we’re looking for allies, this is the best bet,” Lucas replied, his confidence seeping into the atmosphere. “I’ve heard stories about this bar; it’s where friendly werewolves gather.” Marcus nodded, his gaze focused on a bartender who was skillfully mixing drinks. “Let’s start there. If anyone knows what’s going on, it’s him.” As they made their way to the bar, the lively chatter grew louder. The bartender, a burly man with a beard that looked like it could house a small animal, flashed a friendly smile as they approached. “What can I get for you three?”