Moon Bitcash Novels & Stories

That was where I stood, the Moon Trial ring. Kael, the rogue leader, stood just outside the circle. He was a big man with scars across his face. “The circle is charged with lunar ash.” he said, his voice echoing. “It will amplify what is in you, if you are what you claim to be, the moon’s power will answer, you will make the ash glow with your own light, you have until the moon reaches the shaft above.” He pointed upward. High in the cavern roof, a narrow shaft was cut, a perfect beam of cold, white moonlight shone straight down, inching slowly across the stone floor toward the edge of my circle. It was a timer.

"Ronan! Target the center boulder on the upper shelf! Spears on my mark!" "Brace!" Ronan yelled, six of his strongest Moonridge warriors stepping forward, their heavy, silver-tipped spears balanced over their shoulders. "Launch!" The weapons flew through the howling wind, striking the frost-cracked stone with a deafening crack. The ancient boulder splintered, the structural integrity of the upper ledge vanishing in a single heartbeat. A massive wave of snow, ice, and heavy stone came cascading down, burying the first line of Blood Moon archers before they could release their strings.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

"Effective immediately, the Silver Moon Sanctuary is terminating all cooperation with the Blue Moon Pack. This blacklist includes, but is not limited to: all core technical support, internal formulas, and the supply of 'Heaven-Heart Grass.' A total blackout on the Darknet is now in effect. Anyone violating this ban will be permanently stripped of their rank within the Sanctuary." The post went live under the "Silver Moon Priestess" handle. Within seconds, the silent network exploded. Silver Moon Sanctuary · Raven: "Confirmed." Silver Moon Sanctuary · Gray: "Blacklist notifications are going out now." The Priestess was usually elegant and reserved. For her to move this aggressively—to trigger

My Beta knocked and entered without waiting. “Word from the Eastern Wolf Pack Summit,” he said. “The Moonlight heir made a presentation yesterday. Drug research for the lunar lung syndrome and it has a ninety one percent cure rate.” He paused. “She is currently on her way to the airport. Full motorcade, Gamma warriors, the whole arrangement.” I sat up. Moonlight. If only I could secure a partnership with Moonlight I would not have to worry about Silver Moon’s cash flow for years. One collaboration agreement with the most powerful pharmaceutical pack in the region and the elders, the council pressure and threats, all of it will become irrelevant overnight.

"In the Howling Moon Pack, a soul urn carved from ordinary moon-wood costs three hundred silver wolf coins." I slowly raised my head, numbly looking at Ryker, whose pupils were constricting wildly in disbelief. I explained, pathetically: "My mother… to make sure I could safely deliver the 'Moon Soul Crystal' to you, she sold off the last few furs our Willow Creek Pack had to survive the winter. She even… even pawned the moon-grass amulet she'd worn her whole life to a passing merchant… She also humbled herself to borrow over three hundred silver wolf coins from other small, outlying pack leaders, just to scrape together enough for the journey to Howling Moon and the… 'tribute' to safely deli

"Please. Just do what she says." Nell looked at her. Then at Caleb, who wouldn't meet her eyes. Then at Finn, who didn't understand. She walked to the altar. Lena raised her arms to the moon. "Tonight, the blood moon rises. Tonight, the bond is sealed. Tonight, the Lunar Omega becomes mine." The wolves circled the clearing. Their eyes glowed gold in the darkness. Lena pulled a silver knife from her belt. "Blood to blood. Heart to heart." She cut her own palm. Dark blood welled up.

A moment of silence stretched between the two women. Lyra looked up at her, her gaze serious. “In Moonshade Valley, moonstone is incredibly precious. And the extract from moonstone ore is one of the key ingredients in the Mooncore Elixir.” To develop this elixir, Lyra had nearly exhausted the pack’s entire moonstone reserves. As a result, they now faced a difficult situation: the formula was ready, but the ingredients were not. “Aunt Meala, the appearance of Blood Moon at this time is a challenge, but also an opportunity for us. If we fail to seize it in time, the day our pack becomes truly powerful will remain far, far away,” Lyra stated, voicing her reasoning.

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.