Harvest Moon Baking Company Novels & Stories

She was so excited when she learned that she had two stores in prime locations under her name, but she was also sad on the account of deficits, year after year. Whereas, the other shops under the name of the Cawthorne family on the nearby alley were flourishing. But now, one of the Cawthorne's shops had been seized, and the other one had gradually declined after the rise of Carra's shops. Angelina Cawthorne really fell ill this time. What's even more depressing was that she couldn't take what she wanted from Carra.

"Everyone is waiting for you at the pack house. The Harvest Moon celebration is about to begin. The elders are asking where you are." Of course. Today was our pack's most important celebration of the year. The Harvest Moon festival, where we celebrated our successful year and honored the Moon Goddess. As Alpha and Luna, we were supposed to lead the ceremonies together. Marcus straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, instantly switching from furious husband to composed Alpha. "Tell them I will be there in ten minutes," he said coldly. Then he turned his burning gaze back to me. "And so will Luna."

It was morbid but a harmless thought never hurt anyone. “I’ll pass but thanks.” Melissa winced when the words peeled from her in nervous laughter. They walked around the tables of knitted mittens and scarfs, one table was filled with pumpkin-spiced honey and many more were being set up. Lola remembered the first time she’d tried the honey when Melissa mixed it in a cup of tea with some chestnut biscuits on the side. Many of the families had been setting up tables for the Harvest Moon festival for generations and everyone knew exactly what to expect.

was all she could reply before making her way into the kitchen where bags were being emptied onto the counter tops. She grabbed her biggest pot, seeing to on the stove she turned on the burner and plopped the hamburger meat into the bottom with a tad bit of water and covered it with a lid to brown. She had Kimberly dicing up some onions, another girl named Kate was dicing bell peppers. The three females danced around each other as they put various vegetables in pots on the stove to saute before Cilyna drained the grease off the meat and threw in all the veggies that had simmered down into it's own sauce and adding four more jars of spaghetti sauce.

"Father is so good to Auntie Isabella, much better than to you—" The oven timer dinged softly, cutting off her endless complaints. A rich, sweet scent of honey and oats instantly filled the kitchen. Both cubs' eyes lit up immediately. They sniffed eagerly and crowded around. "It's honey oat cakes!" Mason stood on his tiptoes, trying to see what was on the baking sheet. "It's the traditional offering for the Full Moon Festival! I want some!" I took out the baking sheet. On it were several golden-brown honey oat cakes, but one of them was slightly burnt on the edge and not perfectly shaped.

They just made sure there were witnesses when they hurt you. I pressed my fingers against the tender spot as I hauled another crate of dried meat from the storage shed to the preparation hall. The Harvest Moon ceremony was tomorrow night, and everyone with tainted blood had been conscripted for setup duty. Because heaven forbid the precious high-bloods strain themselves arranging flowers and hanging lanterns for their own celebration. "Need help with that?" I didn't have to turn around to recognize Theo's voice, warm as summer rain and twice as persistent. "I've got it."

“My back aches by evening and I need naps I never used to. The baby hasn’t kicked hard yet, just soft flutters. But moments like this make it easier. What are you weaving these days, Lila?” “Baby blankets! A group of us girls is making them with little wolf paw patterns. I could do yours with silver thread to match the pack crest if you like.” “I would love that.” As I continued, more people stopped me. The baker stepped out with a warm loaf. “Luna Mabella! This is fresh oat and honey bread—gentle on the stomach. My wife made it with extra honey after she heard you craving it last week.” “You remembered that?” I asked, surprised.

The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. Slowly the night creped in covering the surroundings of Queen Anne Hill. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. She grabbed her torn clothes tightly around her body and made a run to save her life and dignity.

Meanwhile, the High Sector Chief runs down the mountain path to visit the rock bee-keepers, collecting boxes of thick, fresh yellow hive-wax for our afternoon workshop. Once the sun hits the middle of the sky, my paws start the public lesson right in front of the giant camera drones. I teach Jacob’s family, along with ten other skilled village omegas and the thousands of viewers watching the MoonNet Circle, the exact way to melt the hive-wax, blend the wild moon-oil, and create perfect, shiny salves for hair and skin care.

"Ronan! Target the center boulder on the upper shelf! Spears on my mark!" "Brace!" Ronan yelled, six of his strongest Moonridge warriors stepping forward, their heavy, silver-tipped spears balanced over their shoulders. "Launch!" The weapons flew through the howling wind, striking the frost-cracked stone with a deafening crack. The ancient boulder splintered, the structural integrity of the upper ledge vanishing in a single heartbeat. A massive wave of snow, ice, and heavy stone came cascading down, burying the first line of Blood Moon archers before they could release their strings.