Moonshine Novels & Stories

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here with that sleazebag? All ten shots were hard liquor, do you know that? What’s worse is that they were laced with Moonshine. There was no fruit juice like I heard him claim. That fucker wanted to make you drunk and obviously take advantage of you. What the hell were you thinking?” I knew there was something off about Jason and yet, the news comes off as a shock. How could somebody, an emissary of a fellow pack at that, try to harm people just for the sake of it? Moreover, Moonshine was basically like a drug for the supernatural and held the power to get both werewolves and Lycans dr

He turns back to her but she’s walking down the bar to a cupboard under the back bar and starts going through some bottles kept down there. She pulls out an old dusty bottle, takes it to the sink and rinses off the layer of dust before returning to them with the bottle and two glasses. She pours them two generous glasses and gestures at them as Molly walks away down to the other end of the bar. Kai takes a sip of the liquor, a spiced alcoholic beverage made by infusing a mixture of rum, red wine, and honey with tree bark and herbs. Ash follows suit and groans as he swallows, it’s even better than the stuff they import.

The bottle seems to be an ordinary one, but the liquid inside is beautiful. "It's called Moonshade," Clyde says proudly. "It's a very unique wine. There are only three wineries in the world which produce them. It's more expensive than the most aged wine." I give him a doubtful look, "Are you sure it's okay to be drinking this?" He chuckles, "Oh, yeah. Come on. Bottoms up." He's already poured us both a glass, and I take a sip. The taste has me closing my eyes briefly. It's both sweet and tender on my tongue, and I savor it.

"It forces people to obey." Marcus frowned. "How?" Jamie lowered his voice. "Lord supreme has used it many times. Whenever he sends men into Moonshine Pack to cause chaos, this potion helps remove their hesitation. Once they drink it, they become far more violent and willing to follow orders without questioning anything." Marcus continued looking at the bottle. "So that is one of his secrets." Jamie nodded proudly. "It has never failed him." He laughed before lightly nudging Marcus's arm. "I think it is brilliant."

“You’ve grown broader since you survived the Whitmore slaughter, Chika.” “Thank you, Maestro,” I say, bowing my head in respect. Vance walks over to an iron workbench and pours three glasses of dark, distilled wolf-whiskey. He pushes two glasses toward us. “Drink. It cuts through the chill of the war-zone.” I take a glass and swallow the burning liquid in one gulp, the alcohol firing through my throat while Peyton sips his cautiously, sniffing the rim first. Vance chuckles at Peyton’s paranoia. “Jamaican Blue Mountain moonshine, aged in charred silver barrels. The water temperature during distillation was kept at absolute zero to extract the raw magic.”

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.

"James." I slurred my word a little. "Lorraine, have you been drinking?" He came inside and cupped my face. "Yes, just a couple glass of reds. I'm self-medicating. I've told you about this already, I'm good. I'm wearing my flats, I can walk straight. The alcohol will burn out by the time we arrive at the restaurant, where ever it is we're going to. So, you better make it a bit further." I was grinning wide at him.

They were excited for it already. When they got back to Tony's place, he told Dillon about some shot he found on YouTube that was supposed to taste like Cinnamon Toast Crunch-milk. It was two ounces Fireball, two ounces Rumchata, and two ounces cream soda. He split the mix in two and topped each with whipped cream and ground cinnamon. It was already ten minutes past midnight when they got in, but they didn't care that they missed the New Year or the Ball Drop. No, they had their own New Year. That New Year's was also the one where he had one of the best shots he'd ever had and that tasted like cereal milk. He'd had lots of different shots at his Uncle Tom's on Christmas. It was fun to get bu

I hate this guy, he is only a messenger in this pack but he thinks that he is better than me and always calls me a slave. I give him a polite smile though and nod. I don’t want to embarrass my alpha or the repeat of the Golden Moon will happen. Well, a few months back we went to Golden Moon pack, the alpha there was hosting a birthday for his daughter and invited Austin and other unmated alpha’s. The alpha’s daughter called me a slave and I told her that was not my name and that my name was Shannon. I wouldn't have answered her but it was that time of the month and I was moody with my hormones all over the place.

Emma wanted to greet a warrior friend, so Ada made her way to the bar. Once a new flute of champagne was in her hands, a voice, a husky familiar voice whispered in her ear, “You know, all alcohol is from Blue Moon clan, right?” She had ignored the emails about this event so that fact had escaped her. Blue Moon clan was known for their restaurants and alcohol production. They had always known how to produce same spirits with triple alcohol percentage compared to regular human drinks. Their brochures even spoke of a legend of Moon Goddess herself teaching the secrets to one of their ancestors. An image of the beautiful goddess stomping a bucket of grapes with her bare feet was on all of their