Broken Luna Novels & Stories

She then pushed Lucas's shoulder to get up from above her, and after that, Luna tried to get out of bed. "Okay, if you're so sure about your feelings, then we should break up before my feelings for you grow deeper. If we break up now, I can easily forget you and try to rebuild my life from scratch." *Ding* For some reason, Luna's words about breaking up sent a jolt of pain through Lucas's chest, making his heart pound loudly. He fell silent as he pondered over all of Luna's words.

But no, he’s still with Jessica and it doesn’t even feel like he’s going to leave her anytime soon. A lot of the grown ups here started ridiculing his actions, especially since the only way a pack can be strong, is if both the Luna and Alpha are compatible by fate. Only the Moon Goddess can thread our destiny, if we try to resist it, who knows what disaster will struck us. I’m even beginning to think the disaster had already struck us.

If she was, her eyes that were red, indicating she had cried enough wouldn't have been so. "I am fine too Laura" Brenda replied and smile with a moist eyes. They both were lying to each other. Brenda's eyes were almost selling her out. She felt pity for herself. A Luna in the dungeon, separated by burglarproof and stretching her out to touch the princess. How pathetic. " You are not fine mum, stop lying to me" Laura couldn't hide how she felt, she started sobbing. Her mother was trying to appear strong before her, but she is definitely not fine.

She was crying, apologizing frantically while Luna Constance stood over her, face twisted with rage. "Clumsy fool!" Luna Constance was saying. "Do you have any idea how much that vase costs? That was an imported crystal, you stupid girl!" The omega was maybe sixteen, and tears were streaming down her face as she tried to gather the broken pieces with shaking hands. "I am sorry, Luna. I am so sorry. It was an accident, I swear." "An accident?" Luna Constance's hand shot out and grabbed the girl's hair, yanking her head back. "You are always having accidents. Always breaking things. Maybe I should teach you to be more careful."

My gaze snapped toward her. “No,” I said, “She wasn’t supposed to fight back like that. She wasn’t supposed to defeat me. She was supposed to be the weak, obedient Luna who meekly took everything we dished out for her” But she had changed, and she had destroyed me. I closed my eyes, forcing down the image of Celina standing there. Stronger, steadier, whole in a way that made something inside me twist sharply in response. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to stay broken. Weak. Dependent.

"Fragments of the broken oath, scattered across the realms when the original promise shattered. They grant power to those who can claim them, but at a terrible cost. Lunas are drawn to the shards, can wield them in ways that Alphas cannot. And when the shards begin to awaken, when they call to those with the blood to answer, the game begins anew. The game of power and prophecy, of broken promises and ancient betrayals. The game that has claimed so many of our family across the generations." She turned to look at Aria directly, her expression grave. "Kieran Blackclaw seeks the shards, as all Alphas of ambition eventually do. He has marked you as his Luna because he believes you can help him c

“There was a Luna standing in a field of ash. Her eyes were blind. Her hands were red. She said one thing before she disappeared” She swallowed hard. “‘Don’t wear what you haven’t earned.’” The room fell silent. Altheya’s voice was gentle. “That Luna… was likely Lunessa the Broken. The last queen who took the crown in fear, not faith. She ruled for twenty-one days. On the twenty-second, her heart stopped beating. And no one could explain why.” Aria looked to her daughter. “This is the moment, Liora. You either claim it and let it shape you, Or it will wait until the shape it takes… is no longer yours.”

She recognized who it might be; she was almost certain it was Hanna. So anxious and desperate, Luna tried to reverse with her chair without looking at the path, trying to call for help. But her voice wouldn’t come out. In her distraction, she veered off the driveway, falling into the garden area. She hit her head hard, losing consciousness. Her arm barely managed to support her own body, weakened by the illness that drained her more and more each day.

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.

Maelor swallowed. “It severs a Luna from the Moon.” Silence. Utter. Crushing. Silence. Kael’s hand tightened around hers. “That’s impossible,” he said. Maelor shook his head. “It was created for Selene. We never used it. Killing her was easier.” Lunaria’s wolf recoiled inside her. Severed from the Moon… I would be nothing. Maelor nodded slowly. “You would live. But the bond, the power, the unity you bring—it would vanish. Wolves would forget what you awakened in them.”