Broken Luna Novels & Stories

Outside, thunder rolled over the ruins soft, distant, like the echo of applause for a fallen queen. Matteo knelt beside her, the fire painting his face in gold and red, as if the world itself mourned her passing. And from the smoke, a voice whispered through the comm static female, trembling: “Sir… the vault’s been breached.” Matteo’s eyes snapped open. “Luna?” he rasped. No answer. The comm hissed once more, then went dead. The screen beside Bianca’s body flickered then showed a single image: Luna. Standing before the shattered vault door. Someone behind her. And as Matteo rose slowly, blood dripping from his hands, the war began again.

Seeing Tina like this broke Brenna’s heart, and the banished Luna felt unspokenly utmost helpless feeling ever. The banished Luna pulled her daughter in for a hug. She felt the urge to cry, but no tears were coming down. Brenna swore she could hear her heart being broken into pieces by such a hurtful stage that her daughter was in. Brenna was hurt, too. She had pictured that Tina would be like this once the girl’s wolf dead. But to face it in reality, it was such a horrendous scene.

It was Luna. Luna had lost every shred of her former elegance. She wore a tattered hoodie that smelled of rain and stale smoke, her eyes shot through with blood, devoid of any sanity. With Lucas’s downfall, all the debts had shifted onto her as the "co-beneficiary," crushing her under a weight she was never designed to bear.

Russell brought Luna back to the laboratory and, after restoring the data, discovered that when Chelsea left, the instruction given to it was to clean the room. Turns out, there was a pipe maintenance nearby, and the water supply was cut off. Luna couldn't find any water, so she ran to the yard and fetched water from the swimming pool. She couldn't distinguish the danger of water to her, and her entire body went into the water, and then she got waterlogged and broke down. Due to this bug, Luna was sent back to the factory for reconstruction and was not released to the public. So when Chelsea heard that it was Luna, her interest diminished by half. "It wouldn't be calling for me to save it fr

She opens her mouth to say something, but Selene rushes up the stairs, giving her no chance. Clarisse follows, and just before Selene can close the door, she slips inside. "I don’t have the time or patience for this, Clarisse. Just leave." "No. I’m not going anywhere until you hear what I have to say. My brother is suffering—he needs you." "If he needed me, he wouldn’t have buried himself between Inés’s legs. He betrayed me." Selene steps into the bathroom. Clarisse follows. "He had no choice, Selene. Please, listen to him. If you reject him, our pack will fall apart. He won’t be able to recover—I know him. None of us will. You are our Luna."

"I know what you are to me. And I know you feel it, too." She gasped, her breath hitching as she stared at me. She knew. She could feel the pull just as much as I could. "But I am a Lycan Prince," I continued, my voice cold and heartless. "My pack needs a Luna who is strong. They need someone who can lead an army, not someone who can barely stand. You are weak, You are a mistake I cannot afford." I saw the light in her eyes flicker and die. The hope I didn't even know she had vanished, replaced by a deep, hollow grief.

Completely. The broken luna found her mates. Both of them. Finally and fully. Everything else is details. Painful, complicated, dangerous details. But still just details. The core is solid. The family is real. The love is true. That's victory. Even when everything else is falling apart. They'll take it. Cherish it. Build on it. Together. Always together. The coup failed. The bond succeeded. The family survived. One more day. One more battle. One more chance.

“I’m here, Luna, I’m here—” Lillieth made a broken, tiny noise at that word. Luna. Her Luna. To Jane Lillieth was her Luna. Lillieth’s face crumpled. Not from pain. From something else. Too big. Too much. Her eyes turned back to Draven, slow like moving through water. And for the first time since the bond snapped into place and ruined both of them, she looked at him awake and vulnerable and saw him break. Not his jaw clenched.

Closing my eyes, I let my tears roll down my cheek, "Unmark me. And when I come back, mark me again. I'm your Luna, I'm your mate." She said and kissed my tears away, "Let me be stronger for you." Very slowly, I lowered my lip to her mark and softly kissed the skin as I opened my mouth.

The word hit like a slap. Luna's crescent flared. "Watch your tongue," she said coldly. "Or what?" Scar challenged. "You will exile me? Kill me? At least then I would die *mattering.* Instead of being dismissed like a pup who cannot handle the truth." "The truth," Luna said, voice rising, "is that I am *broken.* The Moonstone is killing me. In days, maybe hours, it will explode. And everyone near me will die. That is not strategy. That is *fact.*"