Broken Luna Novels & Stories

He acknowledged him as a true brother of his and told him that he was proud of him. “The accomplice and the puppeteer,” Luna muttered mockingly under her breath. With a deliberate slowness, Luna’s thumb reached for the delete button. Her heart resisted, clinging to the pain and proof of Luke’s betrayal. But she knew she had to let go. In a second, the video disappeared and it was replaced by her phone’s home screen. Luna’s eyes remained on the blank screen, her fingers tightening around it as she took in ragged breaths. How could he? The memories of them together haunted her, a harsh reminder of her gullibility.

More importantly, it was far from this city; I didn’t want to be entangled with Zachary or either of our families anymore. The day I was set to fly out, I suddenly got a video message from Zachary’s assistant. I tapped it open. On screen, Luna was on her knees, begging, "Zachary, please help me. I can’t take it anymore. The netizens… they’re destroying me." Zachary stared down at her coldly, then kicked her aside. "You made me lose Autumn and our baby. And now you want my help?"

I dial the local Spanish emergency number and wait for someone to pick up. * * * Luna is in a coma for five days. The first two are from the knock she took to the head, the last three are medically induced, to give her swollen brain time to recover. This morning the doctor took her off the meds that were meant to keep her under. She's now on some serious painkillers for the cracked ribs, broken arm and twisted ankle.

I'll never forget his words that almost brought me to tears. "My Alpha, we do not mean to disobey. But our Luna has been taken from us. Now that you have found your mate, our pack is incomplete until she has been returned to the safety of our walls. You cannot expect us to stay here and wait for you to return. Our Luna needs us. We may not be as strong as some of your warriors anymore, but we are capable and willing to fight. Please do not make us stay behind when our Luna needs us. The dishonour of not being able to do our part for our pack would put us in an early grave."

"But you let me replace her. People called me Luna. The whole pack saw it. The worst thing you did wasn't the paper. It was knowing it would hurt her and doing it anyway." He went pale. "Get out." "You think she'll come back because you finally feel guilty? Women like Evelyn don't come back once they're done." "Get out before I have my warriors remove you." She held his gaze, then pulled the moonstone necklace from her throat, set it on the console table, and walked out. After that, Adrian called me like a man who had finally realized he had been left behind. [Evelyn. Answer once.] [I can explain everything.]

That is how they talked me into sending Brielle away five years ago. "With all due respect, I really don't think that I can trust your judgement when it comes to picking out a Luna for me. The last time you picked out a Luna for me, she turned out to be a shameless slut who doesn't even care who she's sleeping with as long as she can sleep with someone. I don't even mind the fact that she was cheating, but she said that she was going to carry on with it even after she became the Luna. How can I trust you people to pick a Luna for me when you told me that someone like Lora is good?" I asked them.

“I think she didn’t die, she is back. I said and he took a swift turn to look at me before signalling with his hand asking who was back. “The rightful Luna of the Pack and betrothed to the Alpha Karl is back but the only thing is she has lost her memory and can’t remember anything, I even heard Alpha Karl call her Avery I guess it’s a name he gave to her to have an identity,” I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her.

​ I remembered those frantic, desperate acts from my past, and my toes curled in embarrassment. "Sorry. It won't happen again."​ The reason my memories were erased was that I'd bombarded Victor with a forced mind-link while he was healing his precious Clara.​ My frantic screaming and accusations shattered his concentration. He fumbled the healing ritual, and Clara's condition worsened drastically.​ Victor's voice, when he took over the link, was chillingly calm. "I'm coming back now."​ I had cut the link, smugly believing I'd defended my position as Luna.​

said the weather forecaster in the morning. So everyone should be ready in front of the fireplace or heating in their respective homes. But, not with Luna Lee. The girl with flowing brown hair was standing on the edge of the street crying. The snow was already falling when Luna Lee rubbed her nose which was starting to turn red from the cold and her crying still didn't stop. Her heart was breaking because half an hour ago, Lucas Lewis had said the thing that Luna least wanted to hear. "Luna," Lucas Lewis said over the phone, "we broke up. Sorry."

The audio hit the internet before dawn. A grainy, muffled clip, the kind that sounded stolen, not shared. At first, it was just noise: heavy breathing, the distant hum of studio monitors, and a voice breaking under the weight of exhaustion. Then came Luna’s words, desperate and cracked. “I can’t do this anymore… I’m drowning in my own name…” By the time Adrian woke, the clip had already gone viral. Headlines screamed across every platform: Luna Breakdown?