Broken Luna Novels & Stories

But as they moved to leave, one word slipped from my lips, a word I hadn’t meant to say. “Bring my Luna back.” A few of the staff paused, their steps faltering. But none of them said anything, and within moments, they were gone, leaving me alone in Krista’s room. Rage and frustration boiled over, and before I could stop myself, I slammed my fist into the mirror hanging on the wall. The glass shattered beneath the force of the blow, shards raining down onto the floor. My knuckles throbbed, warm blood trickling down my fingers, but I barely noticed. I stared at my reflection in the fractured glass, the fragments showing a broken man where an Alpha should have stood.

She mumbled out her advice and did not even realize when tears escaped from her eyes. Seven years later. A dark smile hovered on her lips as she sat on the Sofa and yelled at the head maid "What's wrong With you fool? Get me a hot bath right this moment. Don't you see that I am With the Alpha's child?" Helena thundered at the head maid. She had gotten what she searched for all this while, being the Luna of the pack. Yes, Gerald finally accepted after much persuasion from the people and the only person that Could steal this position from her was long dead.

"We were lucky tonight. I don't know how much longer luck is going to be enough." Luna sat back against the cold stone, wrapping her arms around her knees, and for the first time since the Claiming Ceremony had shattered her whole life apart, she let herself simply sit with how impossible everything had become. Rejected by her mate. Betrayed by her cousin. Hunted by kingdoms. Woken by a blood moon into a bloodline that ancient, sleeping things in the earth apparently cared about.

I ask, my voice breaking, as I ran a hand over my face. "I need to see him." "You're too late," Luna says, clutching her chest suddenly. "You're always too late." She staggered a bit, her face frowning in pain as she gasped. I reached for her instinctively, catching her as she collapsed against me. "Luna? What's wrong?" I started panicking once more as I realize something is terribly wrong. Her heartbeat is erratic, her breathing labored. "Heart attack," she gasps, her fingers digging into my shirt. "Mate bond...breaking."

It has been a week since Luna break up with Adrian, Kara could see the pain etched across her sister Luna's face, a reflection of the shattered heart within. Luna, usually radiant and confident, had become a mere shadow of herself. Her usually impeccably groomed appearance had grown disheveled, her once vibrant eyes now dull and haunted.

Luna was crying silently . She didn't knew what wrong she did in her past life .She lost her family and lived a hard life as a orphan. Today she is caged and forced to marry a devil. why was her life so hard ? Why can't she live her own life peacefully.

“One silver-born wolf cannot carry that much ancestral inheritance alone. It fractures the vessel.” His jaw tightened. “She was meant to balance it,” I continued. “Wasn’t she?” Thorne exhaled sharply through his nose. “You should leave Moonlace,” he said. “Now.” I laughed softly. “You can’t afford that.” “Get out.” I leaned in just enough for my words to land where they’d hurt. “She’s alive.” Silence... That was enough confirmation for me. Thorne turned away from me, hands clenched, shoulders rigid like a man holding up a collapsing structure by will alone.

Our mate bond was broken. Jacob swarmed off the ground and rushed away before I could even take a glance. Talk about a waste of time! The mate bond was broken and we were officially over. I had no time to mourn our breakup as I crawled from the ground towards the door. Nuella pierced my hands with the heel of her shoe, "Tomorrow, Jacob will be getting engaged to me and soon I'll be Luna." I ignored her crazy delusions as I tried to get up my feet but then she knocked me hard to the floor, "you'll never be good enough. You're weak and pathetic." She spat, "I, on the other hand was born to be Luna."

Luna recounted bitterly, her voice tinged with disbelief and hurt. “Do you have any idea where he went?” she asked me, desperation evident in her tone. I shook my head in response, feeling a surge of frustration at Chase’s mysterious disappearance. “That fucking slut, Sera. She sent me a selfie,” Luna exclaimed, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes once more. Her phone rang again, displaying Chase’s name on the screen. Before I could react, Luna flung her phone to the ground, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the silence of the terrace.

Jennie’s voice is soft, almost pleading with me. “I’m already broken, Jennie.” I whispered, the weight of everything crashing down on me. “I don’t even know who I am anymore. I feel like I’m losing my mind in here. And all I can think about is how much I hate Trix, how much I want to get out of this nightmare.” I finally pour out. “You’re not broken, Luna. You’re hurt, and you’re angry, but you’re not broken. You’re still you. And we’re going to get through this, okay?” she says.