Moon Bitcash Novels & Stories

"They mentioned something about hunters in Hecate?" "Ah… with the Festival coming up, that makes sense. I have the Black Moon campus being swept, but Hecate is a little trickier to sweep as they have a lot of magical technology." "I hope everything will be alright… though David seemed like they had it all under control." "They most likely do," I said. "Blood Moon… has a distinct advantage over Black Moon, and by extension Blue Moon." "Like what?" "Money? Power? Connections?" I smiled, swirling my wine. "Black Moon comes in second place in terms of development."

Moonshade. “Mr. Moonshade, I’m willing to go out to sea with you, but I need two million in cash,” Leon told Andrius his request. “2 million...” Noir’s expression darkened as he scoffed. “Your debt is only a million, but you’re asking for an additional million? You’re really-” “Noir!” Andrius did not let him continue and agreed easily. “Fine, I’ll give you two million.” “Good.” Leon said worriedly, “Let’s go rescue my sister first.”

Mia says as she leaves. I close the door to the stall and sink down on the seat. I can still feel the remnants of energy in my body . The high is new to me yet i feel some kind of bond with it . A bond that can not be broken . I take a handful of breaths before exiting the washroom. I look at myself in the mirror and say to myself, " You can do it .Just fake it till you make it , just until it's true. It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be alright."

Xavier clasped his arms behind him waiting for an answer. "Hmmm" Stone mumbled as he gently massaged his jaw. "I see what you have there, but there's a problem" Xavier arched his brow at Stone trying to figure out what the problem might be. "Moon works with no one. He is a one-man squad. I will notify him of the situation, but you can continue with your search party while he's on his." He gestured to the girls to continue their massage and immediately Xavier let out a slight bow and took his leave.

By the time Adrian arrived at the Moon Goddess Altar, it was nearly noon. The altar sat nestled in the mountains. From a distance, silver banners bearing the Moon Goddess' crest fluttered in the wind. Towering wolf statues carved from white moonstone stood on either side of the entrance. At the entrance, a massive moonstone monument displayed the marking ceremony's official crest. A white wolf and a black wolf leaned against each other. Below them were the familiar initials. [SC × BW]

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

"Data doesn't pay bills, Leonard. How do you move it?" "Logic, Rossi. Pure logic," he tapped his temple with a shaky finger. "The servers collect the micro-trash from the shells all day. Then, at 3:15 AM—the dead zone—the protocol initiates a handshake with the offshore ledgers. Ten seconds. That’s the window. The money isn't here, and it isn't there. It’s just… floating." "And if it fails?"

Places wolves had gone missing. Places my brother might have been. Might have died. Or My chest tightened. The door opened quietly behind me. I didn’t turn around. I knew it was Rafe. I could feel him before he spoke. “We pulled data from Tomas’ burner phone,” he said. His voice was steady again. Too steady. I wrapped my arms around myself. “And?” A pause. Too long. My stomach dropped before he even answered. “There’s a network,” he said carefully. “Encrypted channels. Meetings scheduled. Supply runs.”

"Maybe if you could accept being the one you are, then it might come back." Luna nodded, and her grip tightened on the staff. "I accept that I am Altamunar, the daughter of the moon goddess." As the words left her lips, her silver eyes brightened, and a blue light formed around her and Ashford. The staff lit up and began glowing. Phoebe moved aside and watched them; Bartram stood to his feet. He knew that now was the time; his daughter was going to be in between living and dying, and he did not like any minute of it.