Broken Luna Novels & Stories

- I broke up with him a few days ago. - Why? Did he treat you badly? - It's not that, it's just, he was very immature. Actually, it's not that it bothered me, but he was immature in the sense that he kept making jealous scenes, or asking me for things that maybe I couldn't give him. - What do you mean? - I don't know, I guess I wasn't his type. - Good. - He said and looked at her for a few seconds. Luna's face had gone pale - Is something wrong?

“You passed out for hours. The bond is too strong—it’s growing faster than it should. Your body’s rejecting the separation.” “So now I can’t even be in a different room from you without dropping unconscious?” Selene laughed bitterly. “Fantastic.” “I didn’t know it would be like this.” Luna’s voice was tight with restraint. “I never asked for it either.” Selene stared at her. “Then break it.” Luna didn’t answer. “I said break it!” Selene shouted, voice hoarse. Luna flinched slightly more from the sound than the words. She looked away. “If I could break it without killing you, I would have already.”

That area of his was broken! This witch had broken it! Luna got to her feet and laughed heartily. “Scoundrel, how dare you to have lewd thoughts about me. Now, you’re satisfied! It’s broken, right? I’ll turn you into the last eunuch of this century. How about it? Are you satisfied? You should thank me for giving you free surgery!”

Zelena. When I didn’t answer, Lunaya went on. “I lost my Mate too, remember. He may not have been my True Mate, but he was everything to me. When he died, my life collapsed”. “GUNNER IS NOT DEAD!” I screamed. Another contraction hit, this one worse than the others. With the surprise of the contraction and my sudden burst of anger, I lost my hold and a surge of energy exploded out of me. It shook and rattled the instruments and forced Lunaya to her knees. I could feel my wall breaking. The barricade that I had put in place to keep out all of the feelings, all the emotions, all the bad stuff, was starting to crumble. Lunaya struggled back to her feet and gripped the bed railing for support.

"I know that already and I'm asking you to say whatever it is now. No words are so big that one uses a knife to split them. You use your mouth to speak so might as well say it." The doctor cleared her throat before she started. "It seemed the blow that was delivered to the luna's stomach caused some fatal consequences." "What you're trying to say is?" Izan raised an eyebrow in fading patience and the doctor sighed heavily before she spoke. "She lost the baby."

I went back to his bathroom, breaking his window in a way that seemed like someone passed through it. I didn't change, I held the clothes in my hands and went back into the bedroom. By the time I got there he had fallen unconscious. I checked his breath, he's still breathing. How I wish he could die by my hands. But I can't kill. If at all I want to kill someone, then it will be my family, for kicking me out and making my life miserable. I never asked them to give birth to me. I'm Luna. And now, I'm going to my park to make them pay and of course, claim my mate. I won't run anymore; I've done enough of that.

I asked , furious. “The Luna survived the night but remains critically weak, the Alpha hasn't left her side for thirty-six hours. You should know, if anything happens to the luna the blame will be on you. Blood River dont spare easily. So you better watch your back and follow orders” He said pointing at the direction back to my quarters. What was i expecting when i agreed to become a prisoner by choice? If Luna dies I'm the scapegoat. She lives i have to let her husband take my body again.

And the bond—the real one, the true connection between Kael and me—was weakening. Fraying. Because I was already slipping. The rebel Luna stood a few paces away, bleeding from her shoulder, her eyes grim. “If you break it, you’ll feel it,” she said. “Both of you will.” “I know,” I said. Lucan stepped back, his jaw tight. “Kael—” “I know what she has to do,” Kael rasped. “Doesn’t mean I’m ready.” I looked at him—really looked—and memorized the gold in his eyes, the scar at his temple, the way he always stood like he was ready to protect me from the world.

Luna led the way by striding forward. She wore a cold and distant expression when she aggressively removed a bracelet from her wrist. Then, she threw it viciously at Justin's face. She did not care where she was or the people present when she hissed, "Justin Clark, I, Luna Clemon, officially announce that I am ending my five month relationship with you. From now on, you shall continue to rely on others to climb the social ladder, whereas I will assume my role as a commoner. I am returning you the keepsake that you've given me!"

“How did you find the strength to move on after rejecting your first true mate?” I could see she was surprised by my inquiry, noticing how her hands faltered. I went on, trying to reassure her, “I don’t mean anything bad by asking, but I’ve always heard breaking a bond forged by Luna either led to death or insanity. You’re obviously neither, but you are special, nonetheless.”