Romans & histoires Fated Bonds; Revenge Of The Broken Luna

I loved him very much, and there was no room for anyone but him. “But it doesn’t matter anymore. I think Goddess understands what happened between us, so she already gave me a second chance. I found a new mate to replace you, to be my luna.” “No!” I couldn’t help but scream at him. That couldn’t happen, as I still felt a mate bond between us. I still smelled him like before, and the sparks were the same. That meant we were still mated to each other, right? “Please, El, believe me. I swear to the Moon Goddess that I’ve never cheated on you, and this baby is yours.”

She brushed passed and placed her hand on my shoulder. "There is nothing you can do against fate. You can try to fight it, but it has a way of clicking everything together. I knew she was referring to how she was mated to Alpha Killian. Someone used dark magic on her to trick her into believing she was his fated mate when Damon was her real mate. Here she is now, Damon's Luna. Fate made them find their way together. Fate was fucked up, and I hated fate. I nodded, and she walked inside.

And his eyes, when they found hers across dream-space, held recognition that made her soul shudder with primal fear. You feel it, do you not? His voice resonated directly in her mind, bypassing all normal sensory channels. The pull of destiny, the weight of inherited obligation. You carry her essence within you… The first Luna, my beloved enemy, the one who broke me and was broken in turn. Through you, old debts might finally be settled. Through you, the Oath might be reforged or destroyed completely. Which will you choose, little Luna? Redemption or damnation? Healing or ending?

I showed them a trick—folding a leaf before fighting it. They laughed. I wanted to freeze that scene—magnify it. Because war was coming. The Bond Rekindled That evening, Reya found me in the forging tent—flames twisting inside and casting shadows. I watched her watch me—watch us forging blades etched with Lunaris runes. When she stepped near, side by side, I felt it again—the new bond. It wasn’t mate, not the cursed bond we once carried. It was choice. Love reborn.

I flinched at the sight of two other werewolves who walked out of the audience and stretched forth their hands. “After you—Luna” Thomas voiced, soothingly as I walked slowly and laid down on the rock. My eyes striking the designs of the ceiling and the chandelier which was hung up above. My heart raced as I saw Thom and Marcus bring out the hay and burnt them. All these happened while Jasper continue with his incantation. The smoke from the hay they burnt would go directly to the ceiling in a straight line and the spirit of the Luna would appear, but if it scatters along the line, and nothing appears or maybe an unknown face shows up from the smoke, then I’ll be screwed.

He knew this was coming. "The bond," Lira breathed. "You want me to forget Ronan." "And he will forget you. It is the price. The light alone is not enough — many Hidden Lunas have carried the light. But the bond you share with him is rare. It is a love forged in fire and grief and two centuries of waiting. It is the strongest thread in the tapestry of your life. If you sever it, the wound will have its equivalent sacrifice. Selene's trust was broken. Clara's life was given. Your love for Ronan — freely sacrificed — will be the third great offering. And the wound will close."

His voice was hoarse as he commanded his subordinates. "Find out who did this!" he growled. "I will hunt down whoever set the fire. I will make them pay!" - Meanwhile, Lydia received the news of Sylvan and my deaths with a wicked grin. "Even the Moon Goddess is on my side now," she chuckled. "Those two mother and pup are finally out of the way! "From now on, Kaelen will only be mine. I'll be the Luna of Grayswood Pack forever." But her victory didn't last long.

“Luna, this isn’t just about rushing after him. Whatever force has claimed him is older than us, older than any magic we’ve encountered. If you run into this blindly, you might not make it back either.” “I don’t care!” I snapped. “I’ll burn the entire realm to the ground if that’s what it takes to get him back!” “Then you’ll be playing right into their hands,” Fanning said gravely. “Whoever—whatever—has him wants you to act recklessly. You’re connected to him. If you fall into their trap, they’ll have both of you. The bond makes you vulnerable, Luna Valkyrie.” I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as tears of frustration burned my eyes.

“Through the bond.” Cairo frowned. “What bond?” Her gaze drifted upward, to the moon visible through the fortress skylight. “The Moonrider bond. When I became their Luna, I tied my soul to theirs. Their wounds are mine. Their sickness too.” Cairo swore softly. “Then we need to break that link…” She shook her head weakly. “If I break it, then I'm basically telling them I'm not their Luna anymore.” That night, Raven barely slept as her dreams were filled with whispers, overlapping voices, the sound of dripping water, and faint heartbeats echoing in the dark.

“Shut up, I am not finished yet. Then when the Bitch showed up I only needed to plant doubt in your mind and you willingly wore my talisman. The watch, if you were wondering. It caused your feelings to be amplified. I just had to make you doubt her and feel angry with betrayal. It was so easy. Then it went even better than the plan you mated, marked and made me your Luna in front of her. The brokenness I felt radiating her was almost enough to quench my thirst for revenge. Almost but you let the bitch go and I couldn’t act until you passed out. Then as Luna I could invite my people over and we could take over and take over is what we did.” A growl emerges through the shock and I stand rushi