The Broken Luna Novels & Stories

“I’m here, Luna, I’m here—” Lillieth made a broken, tiny noise at that word. Luna. Her Luna. To Jane Lillieth was her Luna. Lillieth’s face crumpled. Not from pain. From something else. Too big. Too much. Her eyes turned back to Draven, slow like moving through water. And for the first time since the bond snapped into place and ruined both of them, she looked at him awake and vulnerable and saw him break. Not his jaw clenched.

"They're planning one final assault. Everything they have left, all focused on one target." "Crescent Moon." "You specifically. They've concluded that without you holding the reformed alliance together, the movement collapses. Without Luna's mother defending her, capturing or killing Luna becomes possible." Judge Cross's expression was grim. "They're coming here with everything they have. Five hundred fighters, enhanced weapons, and something they're calling 'the Dawn Breaker.'" "The Dawn Breaker?" "We don't know exactly what it is. Intercepted communications suggest it's a weapon designed specifically to counter Luna's abilities. Some kind of magical nullifier that targets Daughter powers."

He had not raised his voice. Had not stayed long. But his presence lingered. Luna stared at the doorway. Her hands were still clenched. She slowly released them. Her skin showed faint red lines where her nails had pressed. She looked down at them. Then back at the doorway. The words repeated in her mind. She broke once. She will break again. Something inside her shifted. Not pain. Not anger in the way she used to feel it. Something quieter. Colder. More certain. Before, she would have swallowed it.

I dial the local Spanish emergency number and wait for someone to pick up. * * * Luna is in a coma for five days. The first two are from the knock she took to the head, the last three are medically induced, to give her swollen brain time to recover. This morning the doctor took her off the meds that were meant to keep her under. She's now on some serious painkillers for the cracked ribs, broken arm and twisted ankle.

Luna continues her rant as she turns away from me and leans on the balcony with her free hand to steady herself. "You break us…tell us we're nothing, worthless, and undeserving of love…then after all the mental abuse and damage you try to scar our bodies because scaring our hearts and minds wasn't enough and you want everyone to see how damaged and unlovable you've made me. And then if we ever get away you haunt us every night in our dreams…pulling me back into the same hell I fought so hard to escape." Luna replies in a hoarse voice. I hear Luna sigh and then she downs the last of her bottle.

“Was that part of the game?” She shrugs slightly, chewing her lip in thought. “Maybe I’m numb, maybe I’m broken and twisted, but that kind of stuff—the thrill, the fight, knowing others might be watching—it turns me on. But having someone touch me that I don’t know? That’s my line. That’s what breaks me.” I study her face, seeing the sincerity in her eyes. “You’re not broken or twisted, Luna,” I say, my voice firm. She laughs, shaking her head. “I got turned on by you chasing me through the woods, taunting me, threatening me. How is that not broken and twisted?”

“Believe me when I say everyone knows about it. Your strength baffles us and the moment everyone hears that you recovered from a hundred lashes from the thorny whip, it would spike curiosity, especially from the Luna.” “I don't know what you are or where you came from or how you possessed such strength, but the Luna will not rest until she has uncovered your deepest darkest secrets. No matter how crafty you are in hiding them, it will be revealed to her. She won't hesitate to manipulate you, break you, blackmail you, and make your life a living hell. Breaking people is what she is best at.” She paused, swallowing hard before staring at me. I could see pity written all over her face. It was a

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

CRYSTAL POV I was shocked into numb silence, my heart raced and was aching, I could feel the heat rise to my throat, and the burning desire to bury my face in my hands and cry so hard urged me. But I had to put myself together, I wouldn’t let them see me fall apart, not now, not ever. What will become of a Luna with no child… It's been years! Their words kept echoing in my head… rewinding over and over and over again, with their croaky voices, and old grumbles that stabbed through my heart like a silver arrow.

And my Luna is at its heart, a human with the soul of a thousand lifetimes, shaping the broken, the lost, the outcast into something extraordinary. I exhale, a deep, steadying breath. This is what it is meant to be. This is home. And as the sun climbs higher over the Tahoe pines, I know one thing with absolute certainty. No force, no enemy, no darkness can undo what we have built here because it is not just power that binds us. It’s trust, loyalty, and the unwavering guidance of a Luna who is as human as she is remarkable.