Moonlight Sculptor Recipes Novels & Stories

The teacups were unlike any I had seen before, ornate silver cup holders about three inches high with clear glass cylinders rising out of them. "Tasha, your teacups are beautiful." She smiled with quiet pleasure, "Thank you. They are podstakannik, from my homeland. I used to have silver ones, but as you surely know silver and wolves don't mix so well together. My Vigo had these made for me of stainless steel so we could still enjoy a little bit of Mother Russia."

She held my hand tight, ensuring I didn’t break away. I could feel it—something unusual and powerful was happening. I couldn't scream or shout, but I believed that whatever it was would bring me the peace of mind I truly deserved. The incantations lasted for an hour. My mother’s face was covered in sweat, as was mine. Blood dripped from her forehead down to her nose, but she didn't care. Finally, she opened her eyes, and they were a vivid green. Mine were green as well. “Today, Yvonne, I hand over the powers of the moon to you. As long as you wish, the moon will remain hidden. The day you bring forth your child into this world, only then will the moon surface again,” she said with determinat

A pang of pain and jealousy stabbed through my heart, but I pushed it down as per usual. After our plates were cleared, another course was brought in and it smelled and tasted just as delicious as the first. This course was trays of oysters, lobster and small pieces of fish. The seafood spread was incredible. The conversation throughout dinner flowed nicely and we all got to know each other a lot more. Astéri and her daughters were very interested in learning more about Luna Eclipse. Unsurprisingly. An all-female pack would get any she-wolfs interest turning. Although Elaine told them enough to sate their curiosity, it didn’t escape my notice that she withheld a lot of information.

“monkey, I promise I love you. But I can’t bring you the moon.” “You can’t?” I hiccupped. “No, sweetheart.” His voice was soft. “But I can get you marshmallows. Would that help?” I sniffed. “…Will you put them in a circle and make it look like the moon?” Adrian actually looked like he was considering it. “…Yes. I can do that.” A dramatic pause. Then I beamed. “Okay! That works!” Lucian snorted. “I can’t believe you’re actually doing this.”

His eyes sparkled with a hint of pride as he watched her marvel at his creations. "These are amazing," Lily whispered, her voice filled with awe. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the masterpiece before her. Damon's smile widened, a touch of bashfulness in his expression. "Thank you," he replied, his voice laced with humility. "I actually made most of them myself."

Right there. That was where the bond had formed. For one blinding moment, when Olivia's wolf had awakened and the Moon Goddess had tied our souls together, I had felt it. A pull so strong it had nearly brought me to my knees. A connection that went deeper than blood, deeper than duty, deeper than anything I had ever known. And then I had severed it. I had looked into her eyes and said the words that would destroy her. "The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake." I squeezed my eyes shut.

In the kitchen of the Rurik mansion, the scent of fresh coffee, sweet bread baking, and hot spices filled the air. Marina, the chef, ran from one side to the other, huffing loudly while murmuring: “Now we have to use moon flour, butter churned to the sound of harps, and strawberries picked with prayers. The lady of the house is no longer just human… She is divine! Divine!” She made the sign of the cross and then an ancient gesture of lunar blessing. “And she is pregnant with the new eclipse of the world!”

"You did it on purpose. You must have done it on purpose." Evil Moon was half-cooked. When the lid of the tripod was opened, it screamed and wanted to jump out, but a majestic force pulled it back, and there was a faint meat fragrance in the air. Bright Moon Immortal said lightly, "Still alive? Looks like I'll have to add more fuel to it." She raised her hand, and the flames under the tripod sprang up again. The water in the tripod began to boil, and the air was filled with the smell of medicine.

“I know she was more powerful at night, but she was no weakling during the day either.” I took turns listening to each of my mates, learning the constraints of their powers. Moonlight was similar to any other light and could be manipulated at will. I practiced with Draco, calling the shadows and bending them, twisting them into hiding us from view. I wielded light with Azrael, blending us into our surroundings for seconds at a time. Even Lina had stopped her complaining to watch and throw out tips. I tried crafting things with the light and dark just as Lunette had. That mirror I’d stared into, seeing Lina’s birthday party in it’s reflection, had been created by Lunette.

Places I could hide. The paste was the only thing standing between me and death. It was made from moonshade herb. Rare in most places, but not here. Not in Blackwood. The forests around this cursed fortress were full of it. That was the reason I had stayed here so long. Despite the beatings. Despite the fear. Despite everything. Moonshade only grew in darkness. In rotten places where good things went to die. Perfect for Blackwood. My grandmother taught me the recipe when I was five. Moonshade leaves, crushed to powder. Ash from burned oak. Three drops of my own blood. Mixed under moonlight. Left to sit for three days.