Rune Factory A Harvest Moon Novels & Stories

"The High Council didn't build the Loom out of thin air. They built it out of the First Luna’s Living Marrow. They didn't worship the goddess; they Mined her. This isn't a grave; it’s a Processing Plant" The Eleven Sovereigns and the First Mate formed a tight, protective circle around us, their emerald-crimson eyes wide with a primal recognition. They were the Daughters of the Harvest, and their very existence was a reflection of the goddess who lay bound in the center of the room.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

They just made sure there were witnesses when they hurt you. I pressed my fingers against the tender spot as I hauled another crate of dried meat from the storage shed to the preparation hall. The Harvest Moon ceremony was tomorrow night, and everyone with tainted blood had been conscripted for setup duty. Because heaven forbid the precious high-bloods strain themselves arranging flowers and hanging lanterns for their own celebration. "Need help with that?" I didn't have to turn around to recognize Theo's voice, warm as summer rain and twice as persistent. "I've got it."

"My pup... You picked the worst time to come. Your father is busy running back to his true Luna, and now, without the protection of the mate bond, I'm not sure if you can survive..." I forced myself to drive to the Soul-Forge—the jewelry shop I ran with my old friend Kaleb. On the surface, it was just a boutique. In reality, I infused gemstones with healing energy to stabilize werewolves suffering from "blood-fury" after shifting or mental trauma after battle. During full moons, I would carve ancient runes into the stones, guided by a strange, instinctive power. I didn't know where the knowledge came from; the symbols just appeared in my mind when I needed them. There was more hidden in my m

Hayden My hands were folded across my chest as I looked at Garcia for an answer “Then what am I supposed to do despite knowing that my sister is trapped there?” She placed her hands on either side of the map and added thoughtfully, “It is blue moon today…the runes should be replenished today so the rogue would come out of his hiding. They have a ritual there that lasts for hours until the blue moon fades. As it appears in decades, the blue moon stays up for almost the entire night and in some denser areas of the forest, you can see it until the break of dawn as well. We can go…”

I asked Tim, and he sighed. "They took over our farmlands and forced the Moon farmers to farm close to the border. The witch wars have prevented our farms from thriving. Most people farm in the gardens of their homes and sell whatever they produce. The moons can only eat what is available." he explained, and my heart broke. "You should thank your stars, Desiree. You have the best job a Moon could ever dream of. And you seem to have moved up the ranks on your first day. The moon goddess must favour you," Tim said, almost sounding jealous but in a friendly way.

The air is crisp and sharp, autumn is finally on its way, which means that any day now, the babies will be making their entrance into the world. The full moon is tomorrow. It should be orange and lustrous, a blessing for the crops. A harvest moon. But there are few pilgrims. The plague has reduced everyone’s means. Perhaps for too long, the Fortress has been associated with compulsory offerings of gold instead of just healing. The food is plainer, the safes remain fairly bare. The next Freeze will offer few luxuries. The grey, wrinkled Lauren has prepared some kind of insane battle room stacked full of towels, medications, pillows, and herbs, apparently. She has planned for my father, Cyrus,

Both bow their heads. "Good to hear the goddess must want to get your pack back on track quickly. The other packs from the New Moon Alliance are still struggling to get back on their feet." Just hearing New Moon Alliance makes my stomach turn. "To help rebuild your pack's reputation, it's been decided by the Council that you will host the Amaris pack for the Harvest Moon Festival in October. Alpha Conor can check on your progress, and since your packs are now connected, it would be a good opportunity to cement alliances."

He looked at the words carved into the roof of the pergola in rune language, "Moon Pavillion." Verra had created this place and thousands of others like it on the grounds of every mansion and in all the magic towers to purify the mana within the city. She and her team were in the middle of creating a Moon Forrest with millions of these plants filled with purification magic. This forest will act as the lungs of the Stardust City, cleansing all the mana inside the city.

Reads Simon. "Please tell me that there is an antidote and that we don't need a witch." I pray, folding my hands. He tilts his head. "The Moon Goddess is with us. We need ingredients that we can find in a kitchen. We'll be back!" They both run to the first floor and return with arms full of ingredients. Together, we follow the directions carefully, which, thanks Goddess, are very clear. Elliot's parents and the doctors come running into the room, asking what's going on.