Moonshine Novels & Stories

sharper around the edges than normal. June shifts uneasily inside me. Something's wrong. "It's just loud," I mutter internally, though I don't completely believe it. The bar stretches almost the length of one wall, glowing beneath soft white lights. Bottles line mirrored shelves like stained glass while six bartenders move with terrifying efficiency and the kind of charm that probably triples their tips. "Vodka cranberry for her," Tara tells one of them immediately, pointing at me. "Same for Lizzie. Surprise me."

"Between the both of us Rhamione, we both who know who is despicable and asthenic" The Young heavenly male named Rhamione's jaw clenched and his eyes glazed furiously, flinging the poor human to the floor as his maddening scent floated out from him. "You ungrateful human, how dare you to address a god by his name!?" He breathed out fire.

Lala sighed exasperatedly "Then visit her" Lynx answered as green vines around him took some tubes, some are holding books, while the others are mixing different liquids and herbs. Lalaine sitting across him watches and remove a leaf on one of the vines due to boredom "Ouch!" Lynx screamed in irritation "Does that hurt?!" she asked in surprise "No" he laughs "Just wanna shout ouch" as another vine sprout and flicked her forehead "Ouch" Lala screamed "Tsk! No originality" then water poured down on Lynx's head. As childish it might be he poured piles of dried leaves over Lala.

Kaynon went to the dresser and found some of Thomas's clothes, as weird as it sounds, he sniffed the man's clothes trying to pick up any scent at all from him only there was nothing. A slight sickly sweet, rotten meat smell wafted through the room suddenly before it to was gone. Kaynon followed his nose to a wall. Probing every inch of the painted paneling, he managed to find a latch just under a picture of Cilyna holding the twins after they were born. He jimmied the locking mechanism and the large picture popped open to reveal shelves of potions and different amulets with a multitude of labels, and that smell? He certainly found it. All the different ingredients that witches and wizards us

�� 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 , '𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌,

She pulled it out and figured that she would give it a try. Amaris brought it out to the wash stall a ran the water until it came out as hot as she could get it. The water was scalding. She filled a bucket that was in the wash stall a third of the way with the hot water, and then went back to where the soldiers waited. she poured some of the tea mixture in and crossed her fingers. When it had steeped enough, she poured the water and tea mixture through some cheese cloth that she had gotten from the kitchen and into the bottle. She screwed the cap on and took a deep breath. She reached out for the handle of the stall door, and began to pull. The soldier closest to her grabbed her arm.

I was reluctant to try it but Imogen skipped over carrying a liter bottle of the stuff mixed with something red. “Amara, time to loosen up a bit girl. Here I brought you my special mix. Some Sanderson moonshine with fruit punch flavoring mixed in. We will have you feeling right in no time.” Imogen giggled as she thrust the bottle at me enthusiastically. I could see Cole, sitting on the dock, shirtless and delicious, watching us. Emma saunters over to him and plops down next to him. Damn that girl is relentless. I grabbed the bottled and took a long swig. “Whoa girl! That is meant to sipped, not chugged.” Imogen laughs at me, eyes wide.

'The sun had gone down,' he thought. *************************** INDEX: Passum- a sweet wine made from partially dried grapes, which concentrated their sugars, resulting in a very sweet and often syrupy wine

Just exist without the weight of everything else pressing down? The waiter returned with our drinks. The bourbon smash was served in cut crystal glasses with a cinnamon stick garnish and a thin apple slice. I took a sip and flavor bloomed across my tongue — sweet apple and smooth bourbon with just enough lemon to cut the richness, and an undertone of maple that made it taste like autumn itself. "Oh my god," I said. "This is dangerous. I could drink like six of these." Miles laughed, trying his own. "Right? Though I don't recommend six. I made that mistake at my cousin's wedding and it did not end well."

she said, returning to the shelf behind the bar, which was full of bottles of dark, thick-looking fluids. The blood wine already had a reputation for being strong enough to peel paint, so when she put a tall, clear glass in front of me with a swirly blue and red drink inside, I more than a little hesitated at what a stronger drink might be. "What is this?" I asked, trying not to sound as nervous as I did. “It’s a concoction all my own,” she boasted. “Trademark secret. I name it ‘Blood Train.’”