Moon Bitcash の小説・ストーリー

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

It was mine. Tonight, nothing felt predictable. The moon had risen huge and white, not soft but stark—like a coin hammered flat and nailed to the sky. Its light made edges cruelly clear. The moss didn’t blur into shadow; it glittered with frost. My breath came out in ghosts. The air was so sharp with pine and damp soil that I tasted it, resin and metal at the back of my tongue. Somewhere far away, water moved. Somewhere closer, something else did.

Following the discussion, Alphas from several packs agreed to establish a special supply route connecting agricultural areas and alchemist laboratories, while also opening up the potential for cross-regional material exchange. Noticing a pause in the discussion, I raised my hand and stood up. “I would like to propose an initiative from the Silvergrove Pack, Moon Market Project.” A moment of silence followed. All eyes turned to me. “Moon Market is an open-air trading hub that operates only at night, under the full supervision of the Supervisory Council and guards from various divisions. There, we can exchange rare potions, information, agricultural products, or even alliances in the form of p

In the center of the old Thorne-Vance crater, a new structure was being built—one made of bone and silicon. "The Audit is not over, Thorne-Heir," a new, synthetic voice whispered from the pod. "The Leviathan was just the first payment. The Consensus was just the interest. Now... we come for the Principal." On the horizon, the moon began to turn a deep, bruised Purple.

Arms crossed gruffly in front of his chest with a grimacing expression that makes even the mundies around us cower. "Hi, Dad," I say with a practiced smile plastered on my face. His lips slightly curl when I move in for a hug, which is the most excitement he would ever be caught expressing in public. To the world, he is Antonio Luciano: CEO and founder of Moonlight Entertainment. While the average person would assume that to be a movie company, it's rather much more gruesome. Moonlight Entertainment is a string of nightclubs that are used for black market sales for the mafia of NYC.

Though Jack already stated he would pay for our dinner, who knew if he lied? As our pack was in the Moon City, we had double currency. First, the Moon dollar. Second, precious stones (gold and silver). The precious stones were available in coins, plates, and bars. For my salary, I would receive it by the end of the month using Moon dollar currency. It was a thousand Moon dollars. It was the middle of the month, but I only had four hundred left.

The sharp scent of cedar hit me like a wall. "Go on," he said lowly. "Moonlight Corporation holds 51% with tech input, they take 49% with capital," I explained, meeting his gaze head-on. I drew up a clean equity chart on the screen. "This fixes your cash flow issue without giving up control over proprietary technology." He let out a low chuckle. "Naïve. They'll never go for that."

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

At the base of the amphitheater stood the Moon-Stone. Unlike the raw shard in the archives, this was a massive, jagged obelisk of celestial crystal, nearly seven feet tall. It pulsed with a cold, pale light that felt entirely devoid of warmth. It was said the stone could sense the exact purity of Lycan blood; it would sing for royalty, but it would shatter the mind of an imposter by feeding their worst nightmares back into their skull.

Years ago, a seer had told him a Luna would rise from his household—and that prophecy had made his confidence untouchable. The castle’s center suddenly brightened. I looked up just in time to see the full moon reveal itself overhead. I turned away, refusing to hope. I’d never expected to have a mate—if I ever bonded to anyone, I was sure he’d reject me… or hate me until it killed me. Then a wave of joyful gasps swept through the arena. I looked back and saw Alpha Damon standing beneath a beam of moonlight, as if the moon itself had chosen him. And then—light flared around me.