Moonshine Novels & Stories

She gives me a last hug and leaves. "Can I have a drink now?" Jer asked me. "OK. But I want a glass too." I gave him my best puppy eyes. " Oh no no. Your aunt will have my head if she finds out." " Okay fine, but I am having a soda." I said and took him to the bar where he got a beer and handed me my soda. I sipped it hoping it was something a little strong .

She said bowing to me. “You have 24 hours to get a plan together or I will end your existence.” I growled before I left the room. The ritual always leaves me hard as a rock, so I headed to my pleasure room to seek a release. The room is nothing but a bed and hundreds of lush pillows. A few sex slaves writhe on the bed ready for my presence. The potion I gave them kept- them in a constant aroused state making it easy to enter any of them I chose. They all resemble my precious Blue Moon Wolf. Stalking towards them, they begin to call to me, begging for me to pleasure them. I dive into the mass of trembling flesh, allowing them to ravage me.

Footsteps from behind me alert me to a third attacker. “Amberle, Amberle, Amberle. Who said you can leave?” Leo’s voice echoes around the room, his hand playing with my red hair. I can tell something is different with him, the scent of moonshine even stronger. A bottle is placed in front of my face on the dresser before me, Leo leaning over to look at me, his breath reeking of the liquor. Moonshine, a liquor originally made by werewolves, is the only thing that can properly intoxicate us. It also acts as an enhancer like steroids, giving the drinker a boost in strength, leading to the predicament I’m in now.

Jesse hovered above Bonnie’s bare breasts. He dipped his finger in a mason jar full of moonshine. He took his wet finger and rubbed the shine on Bonnie’s pink nipple. He bent his head down and suckled. His nose was still a little sore, but he didn’t have to have the cotton up his nostrils anymore. He was grateful for that because he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the bodacious beauty that had come knocking on his door. There was nothing better than spending a sunny afternoon sucking moonshine off of a nice, big pair of tits. This was the life for Jesse and he hoped his life never changed.

The rains started to beat down on the roof. “Hey, do you want some liquor?” Kitty asked out of the blue. “Sure. What do you have on mind?” Mitch chuckled. He found her a bit wild. He found it strange, she seemed so simple at first glance. But he liked what he was noticing, her wild side that is. Kitty grabbed a large jar of unlabelled alcohol. “Moonshine!” She giggled. “Are you fucking crazy? You know it'll blind you if you drink too much." Mitch said. Which is true. Moonshine is not only dangerous but it's illegal.

"Well, I guess that was kind of my fault too. We went to one of my clubs and I trusted her with one of Zane's mates, who ended up giving her a shit ton of MoonDrops." "What are MoonDrops?" "A drink made from moonlight. It was most commonly used by wolves to make unwilling mates... willing. It's waters that have been bathed in moonlight for centuries upon centuries. It doesn't do anything to humans, except give them diarrhea from drinking dirty cave water. To shifters, however, it makes them completely primal when it comes to sexual desires. Like, more so than you'd think. If you saw it in action, you would understand why it's banned."

He poured it into three small glasses on top of a nearby barrel. I couldn’t help but smirk at the misnomer; Moonshine was a type of liquor in the human world, but Moonshine pack was known for their scotch instead. Still, I had had Moonshine scotch before and it was utterly delicious; their centuries of perfecting the brewing process was clear in the smooth taste, and the spiced flavor—enhanced by their local cinnamon tree farms—was particularly pronounced. Grabbing our glasses, we clinked them together and took a shot. The sweet, spicy liquor warmed my throat and belly as it went down, eliciting a

He would pour himself two fingers of vintage London Dry gin, stare at his reflection in the window, and toast to his own brilliance. I didn't use poison. Poison left a trail. I used Navarino Fire. It was a clear, potent moonshine I had brewed in secret in the back of the pantry, using fermented mountain roots and a pinch of a rare herb that Silas’s personal gardens unknowingly provided. In small doses, it was a stimulant. In large doses, it made the brain disconnect from the mouth. It stripped away a man’s filter and replaced his logic with the suggestibility of a toddler.

I said, smiling. “It might be, but to the owners of Moonlight, it means more,” Althea replied softly. “Try this: imagine yourself in the dark. It’s hard to see right. But when the light of the moon shines down on you, everything becomes clear. It makes you see the path ahead. That’s the goal of Moonlight. It didn’t want anyone drinking them be confused if they are really red wine or wine. Whiskey or not. Isn’t that the reason why you like it? The reason you want to share its taste? Because no matter what you do, Moonlight will always taste like Moonlight.”

Paul asked, trying to catch his breath. She looked at Paul and laughed even harder. She rested her hands on the bar to brace herself as amused tears ran down her face. Between her giggles, she finally answered the Alpha. "They call it The Heads of Moonshine." She said. It was obvious that Paul was feeling the effects of the strong drink almost immediately. He sniffed the glass. "Are you sure this is a human whiskey?" He asked. There was no way that any human could survive this alcohol. Emerald giggled, "I am sure, it is always hilarious to see werewolves try it the first time." She said continuing to giggle.