My Broken 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.

​"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.

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.

He wasn't going to give up just like that. On the other side, Luna got up from the ground. I think she was done playing with this girl. She didn't even know what the challenge was about, but if she wanted a fight, she would get one. When Skippy kicked her leg out, Luna grabbed it, pulling it so she had done a split. She screamed out as her legs split apart. She stomped on her legs, breaking her kneecaps. She screamed out so loud that Bandit turned, looking over at his sister, his eyes wide as he saw her do a split, then Luna stomping on her legs, breaking them. He screamed out to her to keep strong, but she couldn't hear him; she was in shock with both of her legs being broken. When she came

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."

“But she had gotten over him, or at least she thought she had. What they had had been over for a long time now, and she had wanted it to stay that way. She had worked hard to make it so, made something of herself to ensure it. Because he had hurt her.” Luna knew she wasn’t deceiving anybody, certainly not her mother, with her cover story, but somehow, it just felt easier talking about Justin as if she hadn’t been the one he hurt. “He had broken her heart,” she continued, “shattered her and broken her spirit. The breakup had been the worst thing she had ever gone through in her entire life. And now he’s back.” Luna’s hand fisted in her bowl of dough. “He’s back and just like before, he’s thre

She then pushed Lucas's shoulder to get up from above her, and after that, Luna tried to get out of bed. "Okay, if you're so sure about your feelings, then we should break up before my feelings for you grow deeper. If we break up now, I can easily forget you and try to rebuild my life from scratch." *Ding* For some reason, Luna's words about breaking up sent a jolt of pain through Lucas's chest, making his heart pound loudly. He fell silent as he pondered over all of Luna's words.

My gaze snapped toward her. “No,” I said, “She wasn’t supposed to fight back like that. She wasn’t supposed to defeat me. She was supposed to be the weak, obedient Luna who meekly took everything we dished out for her” But she had changed, and she had destroyed me. I closed my eyes, forcing down the image of Celina standing there. Stronger, steadier, whole in a way that made something inside me twist sharply in response. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to stay broken. Weak. Dependent.

And I—I will rise, again and again, until the name Luna Lucy is no longer spoken in fear, but in fire. Let them all remember what it cost to try and break me. Because I’m not broken. I’m the storm they should have never created.

They were completely devastated and broke down completely when they lowered their heads and saw the latest push notifications. They collapsed on the ground. Their last resort was also blocked. Aureole Media exploded again with breaking news. When Luna participated in Debut 303, she had violated the rules and left the island without authorization, taking a helicopter to attend her biological father's birthday party. Her injury was not from dancing but from falling at the birthday party. There were videos for comparison as well, confirming the injury matches perfectly.