Harvest Moon Baking Company Novels & Stories

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.

Martha gave her a lot of baking tips and she was happy to accept them. She did everything all by herself. The logo, the packaging design and the menu. She named her little baking company the Sweetlace. Noticing that Max will be coming home soon, she started to do a lot of cleaning. This way she wouldn't have to bump into Max at all! Max came home with a sour mood. He hadn't eaten anything since noon, because he was expecting Amber to bring lunch. That damned woman didn't appear at all! To make things worse, he went to the kitchen and found no food at all. Except for a bunch of half-eaten cake pieces. He grabbed a piece and he was impressed of the perfect balance of sweetness. He tried anothe

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.

Together, they would prepare for the Harvest Festival, where the entire realm would come together to give thanks for the bountiful crops and the blessings of the past year. “Let’s make the best pies this year!” Elara exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She and her siblings took pride in helping their grandparents, learning family recipes that had been passed down through generations. Chloe guided them through the process, her laughter mingling with theirs as they rolled out dough and filled it with sweet fruits harvested from their own garden.

Haley Crescent Moon is by far bigger than Red Moon. It even has it’s own little grocery store. The boys are excited as we drive by stores and an arcade. When we pull up to the pack house, my jaw drops. It’s grander than Red Moon’s house. It’s an antebellum style home that is two stories tall, three if you count what looks like a sun room at the very top. It has gorgeous white square shaped columns that wrap around the whole house with a wrap around porch on the first and second floor.

She stopped near a cluster of Blood Moon officers who were being stripped of their crest-bearing armor. "Catalog every confiscated weapon," Diacina instructed the battalion commander, her voice ringing clear over the freezing wind. "The silver-alloy blades go to the Blackthorn armory. The standard-issue steel is to be melted down and repurposed for the southern agricultural expansion. We don't waste resources on scrap." She turned and marched back toward the center of the gorge, where Lucian and I stood surveying the battlefield. Her expression was tight, a mixture of adrenaline and lingering disbelief at how fast the multi-pack coalition had evaporated under our combined assault.