Moon Bitcash Novels & Stories

Ciaran stood up causing all eyes to shift to him. His aura was a demanding one. As silence fell amidst the cave and the remaining echoes died out, Ciaran cleared his throat. "Now that I have everyone's attention. My name is Alpha Ciaran of the Blood Moon pack, to those who do not know me. The one who is responsible for finding your all and orchestrating your rescue is lovely Mrs. Jones. Hey children were amongst you. The two young twins who happen to also be, what's known as Blue Moon shifters. Before we continue into what that means, we need to get a few things clear here and now. One, we will rest for the night here. Two, in the morning we will all go into the small town for breakfast to l

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.

they responded in chorus and disappear. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" Lynx said as if the words are some of magical clues that can give him all the answers. "Our first clue is the first moon, we waited for the new moon but nothing happened and tonight will be the first full moon after that incident" Nathaniel said

I asked Erick, who was waiting outside the room. "Yes. I happen to know one," he said as he swiped on his phone screen. "Here. Kaleb Finley. I met him at an Herbalism Expo. This is his number and address." "You said that Moonlit Silverweed is expensive. So, how much does it cost?" I asked curiously. "Well, they don't accept money. Mostly, they only exchange it with Moonstones." He looked at me and then continued, "The standard exchange rate is 1 Moonstone to 1 gram of Moonlit Silverweed."

Blackmoon once shrouded in the shadows of manipulation, now stood as a beacon of celestial purity. As the pink sun dipped below the horizon, casting a cascade of pastel hues across the Blackmoon landscape, Luna's celestial aura seemed to blend seamlessly with the cosmic tapestry of Blackmoon. The source of manipulation had been dismissed, and the Blackmoon enclave revelled in the newfound clarity that adorned its Blackmoon streets.

“We’ll find everything on the list, but we’ll start with Moon Moss since it’s most likely to sell out quickly.” Sophie then surprises me by turning to the homely woman in the stall and saying, “Could I get a sixteen-ounce jar of Moon Moss?” “What is Moon Moss?” I ask. I hadn’t seen anything in the book called Moon Moss, but I also hadn’t read the entire book. I could’ve easily missed it. “It’s a plant that grows under the moonlight in the West Sea. It’s good for vitality and health,” Sophie answers. However, it doesn’t squash my curiosity, especially when the woman in the stall grins.

Every person stared at the screen, their faces draining of color. The Blackstone Pack. Our pack’s most important business partner. The multi-million-dollar real estate project. I watched the terror bleed the color from their faces, and I felt nothing. “It seems,” I said softly, my voice laced with ice, “the Moon Goddess has answered your prayers for ‘tradition’.” “And she’s sent you a bill you can’t afford to pay.”

His voice trembled. “There were seven hundred and thirteen.” Orion suddenly screamed. His silver eyes turned black. “I told you.” The End began speaking through him. “Seven hundred and thirteen endings.” The little girl grabbed Orion’s hand. “Brother…” Orion looked at her. Tears streamed down his face. “They’re all waking up.” Lucian pulled Amara close. “What’s waking up?” Orion slowly looked toward the sky. “The versions of us…” His voice broke. “…that never chose love.” And one by one— seven hundred and thirteen Blood Moons appeared.

I was worried I didn’t know what to expect. Was I to expect a vision or a voice. The way Morwenna spoke sounded like I was just supposed to peel back the edges of my spirit and just wait for something else to crawl out. Malik stood a few feet away from me, his expression stayed hard and unreadable. The light made the lines of his jaw look even sharper, his eyes reflecting concern then there was Morwenna, barefoot with her dead cloak discarded, her palms stayed pressed to the earth. “Energy listens to balance.” She said her voice echoing through the night. “She’ll be louder and wider tonight as the moon is at its peak. Do not resist, Eve.”

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre