Moonshine Novels & Stories

Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed. Nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, Silver Cove was a quaint town where time seemed to stand still. The town was surrounded by lush greenery, with rolling hills and babbling brooks that meandered through the countryside. The main street was lined with charming storefronts, their facades adorned with colorful flower baskets that overflowed with blooms in the springtime.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

As we made our way to leave the hall, Leon’s drunk-filled voice echoed behind us. “Aldrich, you really got married to my ex, don’t you?” he sneered. “You’re so obsessed with me, aren’t you?” We turned back to see him staggering forward with a bottle of Moonwine in his hand—a drink fermented under a full moon using moon-touched herbs and berries, potent enough to get even the strongest Alpha drunk. He muttered curses as he shoved the performers out of his path as he approached.

I let go of her arm quickly and looked away. “I have to go,” I mumbled, and grabbed my phone. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn’t quite catch my breath. I ran back to the Jeep and gripped the steering wheel tightly. It took me two tries to start the Jeep, and I drove away feeling like I’d lost something. “Stop it!” I yelled out loud, as I drove past my house toward the Alehouse. I parked in front of the bar and ordered two Scotches neat. I emptied the glasses, and Ralph placed a beer down in front of me. I had three more beers, in quick succession, and I took it slower with the fourth one.

Martha said warmly, handing out the silverware. The meal was loud and lively. The tension of the city felt a world away as they laughed and shared stories. Midway through the meal, Silas stood up with a grin and pulled a dusty glass jar from a shelf. It was filled with a dark, murky liquid and various roots. “Home-brewed herbal moonshine!” he announced proudly, pouring three small glasses. “You city boys have probably never had the real stuff. Try it. It’s good for what ails you. Especially you, Aaron—it’ll get the blood moving and help that arm heal faster.”

“What is it?” “Diluted moon water, mixed with my own magic. If you are ever in true mortal danger, drink half of this. It wont break the spell, but it will give your wolf enough strength to resurface temporarily. Just enough to protect you. It will work once, maybe twice. After that the magic is spent. Make sure to use it only as a last resort.” She pressed everything into my hands. “Why are you helping me?” I whispered. “You won’t tell me the truth but you’re giving me tools to survive. Why?”

I said "yeah yeah wassup wassup now where the smores" Te said while rubbing her hands together, making everybody laugh at her bipolar ass I lowkey wanted to go in the water I didnt want to get in with Chynna n the twins so I just took a seat and the chair across the fire from Von who was sitting beside Cam. "oh shit" Te yelled I looked beside me and saw that her whole marshmellow was on flames, she started freaking out and through it in the fire.

It was evident that the feast would continue well into the night, a testament to the abundance and generosity of the occasion. The unveiling of Wise's meticulously crafted, month-old batch of unreleased alcohol was a moment of anticipation and delight. This unique concoction, a novelty from the Ice Demon city, was a product born from sugarcane cultivated within the depths of the dungeon. These exceptional sugarcane plants, distinct from the ordinary, boasted rich nutrients and, notably, a potent infusion of mana. As the soldiers beheld this extraordinary creation, their expressions transformed into wide smiles, captivated by the promise of this exclusive and enchanting elixir.

Once I touch the glass, I laugh in triumph. "Ha-ha!" I hold up the bottle and spin around to perform a little victory dance in front of Amelia, swinging my arms like a granny. She stares at me as if not quite believing what she is seeing. "It's still here!" "That doesn't look like vodka to me..." Amelia is squinting her eyes, probably trying to see if there is a label, which there is not. "Eh, vodka... Moonshine. Meh, Potato tomato, what is the difference?"

She served their meal, placing his before him. “I hope you don’t mind having pancakes for breakfast… I had no idea what you'd like and I couldn’t find out, since you were still asleep, so I decided to make banana pancakes and bacon… They’re my dad’s favorite.” she quietly explained, saying the last part in a whisper. Kimberly had no idea why she shared that piece of information, but she couldn’t take it back now even if she wanted to. Besides, she doesn’t think he was even paying attention to what she was saying.