Fated Bonds; Revenge Of The Broken Luna Novels & Stories

“Be strong. There’s a storm coming your way, and there are high powers involved. A lot of people are angry. They’re demanding justice for what happened. Justice for Alaska.” “There has to be something I can do,” I tell her. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. Can’t the bond be…?” Denise shakes her head gravely. I suspected that this would be her answer. “You know that bonds can’t be destroyed. They can be starved, yes, but they will never be broken. It is a lifelong connection. From this moment onward, you’re the Luna of MoonWater.” I feel so dizzy that I have to lay back of the pillows behind me. Luna. I’m a Luna. This can’t be. Surely not me. I’m just a worker. A slave, as Denise mentioned.

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."

“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

Became single unified enhancement instead of multiple potential corruptions. Victory complete. Transformation absolute. Bonds finalized. Everything changed. Everything evolved. Everything became what it was designed to be instead of what tradition assumed. Liam and Luna's bond strengthened under true mate energy made complete. Years of building. Months of testing. Weeks of accepting. Days of proving. All culminating in perfect certainty that they were designed for each other. That goddess had blessed union. That nothing could break what divine will had joined. Luna's wolf instincts resonated with Caleb perfectly. Recognizing Miguel completely. Accepting return absolutely. Understanding that