Moonshine Novels & Stories

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

The same wine Dregs had with Ladim. "It will clear the venom out of your system and bring you clarity," he added in a serious tone. "Alright Ashr, help me forget," I growled bitterly and sat up, bunching the covers over my naked lap. Ashr sat down next to me and poured the luminous alcohol into the glass. It's Sirius or Dog Star wine because it's shimmery like a twinkling star and is very potent.

he adds before swaggering off. Another gasp. Luna. Fuck. Fuck. There it is, the word I didn’t even want to think about. Now Ramsey has gone and given it life. Luna. The moon. I burry my face in my hands wishing I had something strong to drink. All around me the partying goes on. The laughter and music suddenly too loud. I don’t look to see if anyone notices me leaving as I get up and make my way from the gathering. My legs find the barely there path, the same one I watched Zayne slip through months ago.

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she says, putting a hand gently, so gently, on my arm, "I'm sorry too. About your father. I mean Alpha Ludo was obviously not my favourite person, but he was your father. Now with your father and brother gone ..." "My mother and I are finally happy," I say. "Don't be sorry." I tell her about Gray and my mother and she slips her arm through mine and we walk along to the Diner-packhouse talking about when my mom used to slip us moonjuice before the festivals and we would run off to the fields and drink too many at once until we were burping up moon rays and our skins were glowing with the fermented moon fruit.

“If this wine doesn’t work, I’m stabbing you with the bottle.” “I’d expect nothing less.” He followed me inside like he belonged, closing the door softly behind him as if he wasn’t already walking on thin ice. I dropped back onto the sofa with a heavy sigh, legs sprawled, and handed him the glass. He poured, and to my surprise, the wine smelled… strong. Magically fermented. Old. “What is this?” “Wolfroot,” he replied. “A rare blend. Grows in cursed soil. Fermented with moonfire. It’s banned in three kingdoms.”

he reached out and struggled to take the bottle out of my hands. The drink was a highly concentrated liquor produced by the southern packs, made from fermented items and rare mountain items and strictly for medical use. During the war age, it was widely circulated in the camps as a powerful anesthetic to dull pains of warriors who had lost limbs or suffered silver burns in battle. Even for an alpha, my advanced metabolism could be overwhelmed easily.

"Lancelot, you don't have to act like this. Can you recognize this piece of bamboo pipe? This was just found in your room. Yes, there are still some white powder left in it. I have already asked the physician to examine it. The white powder I found on the windowsill of my small courtyard is the same as of this scented incense. How do you explain this?" Lancelot looked up at the small bamboo tube in Carra's hand, and collapsed on the ground with a sad expression, regretting his life in his heart. He knew what he should have done before now. He should have thrown this bamboo tube away. He could only blame myself for being careless. It hadn't been long since he came to the castle, and he really

"You'd be wrong, mag man, because it just so happens there is so a cocktail of that name." He smirked. "Oh, really? What's in it? Hayseed and ninety proof?" "Nope. It's made of vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry juice and orange juice." I smiled triumphantly. "What the hell does any of that have to do with a farm?" I shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe someone made it up on a farm. Or maybe because it has peaches, cranberries and oranges in it." "That doesn't make any sense." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Have you ever even drunk-you know, Sex on the Farm?"

“What is in that smoke? I have potions fairer smelling.” “It is… hmm, hard to explain. A plant native to Estreau. At certain times of the year, it can be harvested for a syrup that it bleeds. The syrup is refined and served in many ways. It is like alcohol in that it makes the mind ease, but it is very addictive. People become ghosts as a result of it. Especially when the manufacturers mix it with other things in order to make less go further and make more money,” Willa explained.