Fated Bonds; Revenge Of The Broken Luna Mga Nobela at Kwento

He spits out. I grin, “Welcome Nikolai. So I have a simple request and if you fulfill it I may consider letting you go.” He remains silent so I continue, “From what I am aware is that your job as a Reaper is that once people die you break their bonds that were trying them to this world so they can move on to the next.” Nikolai frowns but nods. “Great!” Leaning forward I rub my hands together, “You see I need you to do whatever it is you do and break another kind of bond for me. There is this woman, I am going to make her my Luna but sadly she’s already mated. I need you to break their bond so I can take her for myself.” His face twists in horror. “Bonds are sacred I can’t just go breaking th

I was still the Northern Luna and did not want to do something that could affect my image. But… But when I saw the northern werewolves approaching Elisa and happily talking to her, my heart stung for a moment. It hurt to think that all of them were bonded in one fate. They were all northern werewolves, and Elisa was the fated mate of their alpha. “Madam, do you need to get some rest?” I was pulled out from thinking when I heard Ophelia asking me. I gazed at her and answered, “Yes. I haven’t had any proper sleep these past few days.”

But something was wrong. He didn’t smile. His gaze did not soften when it met mine. It felt distant. “Iris, daughter of Kael,” the elder said, “do you take Alpha Damon as your mate?” “I do.” My voice held. I meant it. The elder turned. “Alpha Damon, do you take Iris as your mate and Luna?” Silence. Too long. The crowd murmured A whisper rose. Damon stepped forward. Then he turned to face them all. “I reject this union,” he said. “The Moon Goddess does not bless a broken Luna.”

Yuna, the woman who had loved him so much, wasn't just sulking. She had really left. And she had even severed their mate bond. "How do I restore the bond?" Damon's voice was terribly hoarse. The healer shivered under his stare, his back cold with fear. "Only if Luna herself agrees. Otherwise, no one can force a bond that's already broken back together." Damon slammed his hand on the table, knocking the medicine bowl off it. It shattered across the floor. His eyes were heavy with too many emotions. There was anger, shock, a violent sense of being betrayed, and a panic he didn't even want to admit.

I don’t love Tristan, in-fact I don’t love anyone because I’m obsessed with the fact that I am finally getting my revenge on Scott. So what i don’t understand is how I can love someone when I find it hard to trust anyone, so that’s why I’ve finally decided that I’m going to take out my revenge on Scott and his pack first before occupying myself with the thoughts of getting married to Tristan and becoming the Luna of his pack. Although I am not yet the Luna of his pack, I’ve been given the due respect a Luna is given and since then, it made me feel welcomed. At times, the guards and maids do call me ‘Luna Aria’ when I haven’t even been made the Luna yet, so that made me get the sense of feeli

Pack members coming up to congratulate me, to pledge their loyalty, to welcome me officially as their Luna. I was exhausted by the end, but happy. Happier than I'd been in a long time. As Lucian and I finally escaped back to our house, I looked back at the celebration still going strong. "I can't believe this is real," I said. "Two months ago, I found my mate in bed with my sister. And now I'm Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, bonded to an Alpha I love more than I thought possible. How did this happen?" "Fate," Lucian said simply. "The Moon Goddess had a plan all along. She broke your false bond so you could find your true mate."

“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.

ㅡ Suddenly I could hear the voice loudly in my consciousness. “Selene Arden… I have heard your wish and I have a proposal for you… 3 months in a new body, you have 3 months to take back your pack and get revenge on those who wronged you. I have heard your plea. Your original body is preserved with the soul of another; you will take her body and fulfill your vengeance plan, but be warned… if you die in her body, you will not be reborn and vice versa. Keep her body safe, and she will keep yours. But don't forget… three months and if you're not done with it, you both die. If she's not done with hers, you both die too. Do you agree?” A sweet melodious voice had said. I hadn't seen who was speaki

"You play god with forces you don't understand." "What happened?" I asked quietly. "Who did you lose?" His jaw clenched. "His mate," a female wolf said softly. Gray streaking her dark hair, kind eyes. "Luna Catherine. Fifteen years ago, a bond-breaker tried to sever their bond. Something went wrong. She died." My stomach dropped. "I'm sorry." "Your apologies mean nothing." Reeves's voice was rough. "She died screaming because some bond-breaker thought they knew better than fate."

“No! Don’t!” But it was too late. His next words shattered everything I held close. “Krista, I release you from this bond that makes you my Luna. I sever the tie that binds us as mates. The Moon Goddess is my witness.” The words slammed into me like a physical blow, a pain unlike anything I’d ever felt ripping through me and cutting deep. It felt as if a hand had reached into my chest and torn something vital from my very core and left a void in its place. I clutched at my chest, gasping for breath, feeling the bond—the sacred bond I’d held dear—crumbling into nothing.