Romans & histoires Werewolf Bar

Many enter the pub on these nights to escape suffering the satellite’s effect on them, explaining why there were not a lot of werewolf attacks these days. “The usual Amun?” Akan asks, already pouring a drink into a glass. The bar is decked in the frivolities of the season. There are cheap plastic bats on strings slowly rotating overhead, while fake spider-webs, reaching skeletons, smoking cauldrons and grinning jack-o’-lanterns line the walls and shelves. “Why not? Tis the season and all that.” I take the offered JD and coke from the Mayan demon for alcohol, who wears flashing plastic devil-horns on his head. “Stolas in tonight?”

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.

Like most immortals, I had to reinvent myself periodically. "Jackson Marceski at your service." His wide smile flashed shining white teeth, and then it hit me. He'd said this was a wolf bar, and he'd tossed aside a werebear. Werewolf. I should have figured that out from the name - Lunatics. Now it made a little more sense that he'd pegged me for a vamp right off. Werewolves, even in human form, have exceptional noses. Drat. That meant he could probably also detect the fact I'd been soaking my panties since the moment he touched me.

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

My wolf was alert, sensing no werewolves near the cafe. And how’s that possible? Then I observed the herbs around the cafe, which are used to hide the smell of the werewolves as well as vampires. I pushed the door of the cafe and immediately the two new scents of werewolves hit my nose while the rest of the five scents were familiar. And the moment my eyes landed on Aurora and her minions, I knew I was in trouble. I turned quickly to run but I came across an unknown face with a very tall muscular man with scary blood-red eyes that seemed to see straight through my soul.

The line goes dead before I can say anything else. I stare at the screen for a second, then lower the phone. And just like that… I make my decision. I wipe my face with the back of my hand, smearing my makeup into a mess of ash and black across my cheeks. Doesn’t matter. I’m past caring. Ben's Bar isn’t hard to find. It's closer to the camp and I've been there a couple of times. A day never goes by with trouble starting in it. Most of it is caused by us and it's usually always fun. Humans, werewolves and a few other supernatural creatures show up there to blow off some steam.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

He started laughing at the wolf who was staring at him. “Turn,” Raphael said. The animal shook his head. Raphael pulled out a wooden stake and held out some leaves. He threw some silvery content at the wolf and it shrunk away. “Lolita,” Raphael said. The wolf’s body physically drooped, as if admitting defeat. I thought it was weird that he was talking to a wild animal and it was listening to him. Then I remembered the wolf at the mayors. Did the people of Arthforde keep wolves as pets?

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

Third Person's POV Late at night, West Side. On a street where human and werewolf territories overlapped, a dimly lit wolf bar hung its neon sign, "Moonlit Rest." After midnight, they stopped serving humans. The clientele passing in and out were almost exclusively wolves, their gland scents heavy in the air. In the semi-enclosed booth on the second floor, the light was low. The air was a thick mix of alcohol, tobacco, and pheromones.