His Unbroken Luna Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but aunt Tess's words were still swimming in my head. This is a game changer for Seth. I am a Luna. He thought he could break my heart and get away with it but he can't . I won't let him. He will regret the day he had left me. Vengeance crept into my heart. I did not know how I was going to make him pay, but I was going to. " Breakfast is ready," I heard aunt Tess's jovial voice from the dining hall.

If she’s Lucinda’s mother, then that means she’s the Frostbite Pack’s Alpha. “Luna Crystalia,” I bowed my head before, but she lifted my head up and looked at me with a soft smile on her face. Luna Crystalia looked like a kind person with her eyes slanted downwards. “There’s no need to address me as the Luna. You saved my daughter’s life.” Luna Crystalia coughed badly, which showed that she was in poor health. “Luna Crystalia, are you okay?” I asked her worriedly. “I’m just sick,” Luna Crystalia answered. “I want to thank you personally for saving my daughter.”

he says, nodding his head. “Please call me Kate,” I say, taking a sip of the orange juice. He says nothing, just walks away. I look to Troy and Jake as they glance at each other before turning to me. “What?” I ask. "The only person who will call you Kate is Troy. To the rest of the pack, you are Luna. It is seen as disrespectful to call the Luna by her name.” Jake explains. “But I am not a Luna, not yet anyway,” I say. Troy stops messing with the pile of papers and looks at me.

Bianca whispered. Luna turned slowly. Her reflection didn’t. “It showed up after the storm,” she said softly. “I think it’s part of the crown’s magic.” Bianca’s breath caught. “The crown is gone, Luna.” Luna tilted her head, her eyes reflecting faint gold. “Is it?” The reflection smiled not Luna’s smile, but something older, patient, watching. And in that silence, Bianca finally understood: The curse had been broken. But something far more ancient had awakened.

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.

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.

The way I believe in my own hands, which are stronger than they were, which have learned what they can build and what they can hold. Luna is seven months old. She has silver eyes and a loud voice and her father's stubborn jaw and a laugh that Mara says can be heard from across the pack grounds, which Mara says with enormous satisfaction. She has never been afraid of anything that I can tell. She arrived in the world furious and curious and has maintained both qualities consistently. She has two packs who know her name. The forest that borders her home glows silver at night, and the Moon Goddess's light is steady above it.

“Ayla, it’s reacting to you!” “I can control it—just a little more—” But the light exploded outward, hurling them both across the chamber. When the glare faded, the monolith was gone. In its place stood a symbol burning in midair, shaped like a crescent made of flame. And in the reflection of the black water below it—stood the Luna. Her smile was calm, terrible. “The first Seal is broken,” she said softly. “And now the moon will cry twice more.” Before Ayla could move, the reflection reached through the water and gripped her wrist.

I stood in the center of the cottage living room, watching Senior Healer Thomas wipe the clear liquid from his silver testing tray. The negative result felt like a cold blade slipping into our defenses. Silas was at the borders, spending gold like water to buy off council elders before the Blood Moon comes. Luna Cynthia was fading faster each week, becoming more pale than usual. The pack was teetering on the edge of a bloody civil war, and our entire stability rested on a barren Beta surrogate hidden in the woods. The solution was blindingly simple.

​"Listen to me. She is alive and she is pregnant. Not once have I felt her in pain. I don't trust them, but I have to believe we are better off there than here. I need my mate, Isolde. I won't leave you behind, so I need you to run with me. We need to leave, now." ​"Ok." I shook my head fast. "Shoes?" I couldn't run barefoot. ​"In the bag, Luna." My omega pointed to the black book bag in my hands. ​She called me Luna? Did she still see me as her Luna? The last time we spoke, she was degrading me. ​"Thank you. If I survive, I won't forget this kindness you showed me." I grabbed some dark blue sweatpants and a black shirt to quickly throw on.