Moon Bitcash Novels & Stories

No more shifting the blame onto the currents of the Mooncrest Coast winds. I drop onto my sofa and drag my laptop toward me, my fingers moving with a desperate, frantic precision. I bypass the public interface and hack into the Okoye Moon Dominion’s internal network. It’s a labyrinthine beast, but the architecture is arrogant—too sure of its own strength. I trace the encrypted files until I find Ifu’s private registry. His emergency contact is listed under a coordinates-based entry for a residence in Silvermoon Heights. A penthouse. Private lift access, warded with high-tier lunar energy suppression. Of course.

A collective, quiet gasp rippled through the older Lunas sitting behind me. Resting on a white satin pillow was the Moonlit Comb. It was a stunning, ancient piece of silver, carved expertly to display the eight phases of the moon. Embedded in the center of the silver arches were three large, flawless blue diamonds that caught the bright spotlight and scattered tiny blue prisms across the stage. My breath caught in my throat.

I look at my dad out the window as the man climbs in the driver's seat and starts the car up. I wave at him as we drive away, hoping to the gods this was the right decision. Two years ago my mother was diagnosed with a disease known as Moon Sickness. It’s very rare and we know little about it, as there are only around a hundred reported cases. We have no idea how you get it, what causes it, how to cure it. It strips you of your wolf and leaves the shell behind empty and useless, barely even alive. Doctors have been stumped for months, only just keeping her alive. Last month, a woman approached me while I was working at my part time job.

The moon hung low in the sky, a pale witness to the unraveling of what had once seemed like a quiet, peaceful world. The dust of the shattered Heart still hung in the air, a reminder of the chaos that had swept through the temple. Aria stood in the aftermath, feeling the tremors of the universe ripple around her, a subtle shift in the very fabric of reality that left her uncertain.

*Yes. That was it, just ‘yes’. I don't know if the simple answer should please me or concern me. Lupus’s wideset grey wolf walked over to us, growled and shook his head, and then awkwardly trotted off towards the farmhouse, with the remaining Tri-Moon warriors following. Tri-Moon have been hit hard. They have already lost many fighters, and we haven’t even breached the house yet. Lupus himself is covered in blood and slashes. Luna Eclipse have only lost two. But those two will hit them hard. We came to the edge of the tree line, before the area opens up into the large clearing that is the front of the property. The Tri-Moon and Luna Eclipse warriors spread out through the trees. Off to the l

"The Moon and Shadow set. I thought it was just a legend." I lifted the bracelet, feeling its weight—heavier than its counterpart despite their identical appearance. "What are they?" "Ancient magic," Uncle Mateo explained. "Moon Wolves created them centuries ago—one for drawing power from light, one for harnessing shadow. Together, they amplify a Moon Wolf's natural abilities beyond what either could do alone."

As the last of them skittered away, Damien turned his predatory gaze back on Kiera, baring his fangs hungrily. "The Blood Moon has graced me with a rare beauty to bear my heirs," he leered, beginning to disrobe. "How privilege it will be to make you mine in every way, little Luna." Kiera's heart pounded as she shrank back against the ornate wooden frame of the nuptial mattress. This domineering brute was truly the stuff of nightmares. Before she could formulate a plea or retort, Damien pounced - his sheer body weight pinning her effortlessly as he wasted no time claiming her.

ATLAS Enzo continues, "The Coven of Crescent Moon is a highly secretive and powerful group of witches. They are known for their exceptional abilities in elemental magic and divination. They keep a low profile and rarely interact with other supernatural beings." My brows furrow in confusion. "Why would he be associated with Amelia?" I question, trying to connect the dots. The Midnight Crescent pack hates witches, Amelia will not have been opportune to mingle with one. I look at the picture of the man on the phone, I don't recognize him.

"Nope! Not going to accept it." "Boss, Holden Group has offered a lot of money for the project!" Aaron used his fingers to show the numbers 'one' and 'five'. 'A hundred and fifty million dollars?!' Corinne nearly choked on her coffee. 'Mister is a big spender!' Newmoon Group was established just recently about three years ago and was in the expanding phase. Although their market value kept on increasing, their cash flow was limited. 'A hundred and fifty million...' It was a figure Corinne had a hard time rejecting.

Yet he had been there for Cole when his parents died of the wolf mutations. I step into the center of the chamber. Mortius does not blink. “Place your hand on the Moonstone.” A slab of pale rock sits before the dais, carved with the crescent mark of the Moon. Ancient. Cold. Unforgiving. I press my palm against it. The chill bites into my skin. It is freezing. It burns. “Swear by the Moon that every word you speak shall be truth.” The Moon oath. You can refuse to speak.