The Broken Luna Novels & Stories

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.

“There was a Luna standing in a field of ash. Her eyes were blind. Her hands were red. She said one thing before she disappeared” She swallowed hard. “‘Don’t wear what you haven’t earned.’” The room fell silent. Altheya’s voice was gentle. “That Luna… was likely Lunessa the Broken. The last queen who took the crown in fear, not faith. She ruled for twenty-one days. On the twenty-second, her heart stopped beating. And no one could explain why.” Aria looked to her daughter. “This is the moment, Liora. You either claim it and let it shape you, Or it will wait until the shape it takes… is no longer yours.”

Together, they would face the storms, the enemies, the past, and emerge unshaken. The night stretched on, glittering, chaotic, unforgiving, but Luna Reyes had already survived it, owned it, and rewritten it in her own image. For the first time in years, the word “broken” didn’t sting. It didn’t define her. It was a challenge, a warning to those who underestimated her. She wasn’t broken. She was stronger. She was a songbird, finally free to sing again.

I was ready to end it, but I could not let another innocent person die for me. "We surrender. Do not touch them!" My voice was strong even though my body looked hurt. "You surrender?" A man walked up, his black boots stopping right in front of my knees. "You surrender after killing my men like this?" The back of his hand hit me hard across the face, and blood spilled into my mouth. A small cry escaped despite my will to stay strong. "I am a Luna of the South. Take me as a prisoner and leave them alone. Your Alpha will want me alive." I did not know which pack these men belonged to, but I knew that whether they were North or South, they wanted me.

That's when I realized going through the alpha wouldn't help… To attack a system, you go through the motherboard…the Luna. Without the Luna, let's face it. This pack would be doomed. I mustered courage and pasted a massive smile on my face and strutted with so much confidence. I smirked as I closed the distance between us, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. There she was. Raven. The pack’s precious, broken Luna. The woman everyone still whispered about like she was some tragic saint, even after everything. Even after Marcus had made it clear she was no longer wanted.

She was still heavily hunched over, and her head was covered by a veil that showed only her rheumy eyes, but she moved with confidence and purpose. “Luna,” she said in a raspy voice, bowing her head. “We weren’t expecting you.” “I should have sent word. I’m sorry.” She waved it off. “You’re always welcome here. I’m Petra. I lead The Broken.” “Natalia.” I shook her hand. It was gnarled and twisted, but warm. “This is my son, Max.” “I remember you, Max.” She gestured with one of her crutches. “Please, come in.”

"Our scouts report that the southern wolves are starting to whisper. They are beginning to realize that the 'barren' Luna wasn't the source of their problems—she was the source of their prosperity." Elena stood from the council table, her presence commanding the room with an authority that left no doubt about her status as the High Luna of the Midnight Frost. "We do not need to strike them with steel," Elena declared, her eyes glowing with the now-constant light of her awakened lineage. "We need only to show them the truth. When the people realize their Alpha has been consuming their future to feed his own vanity, the empire he built will collapse under the weight of its own rot."

Three years of trying to be perfect, trying to fit in, trying to be worthy of their respect - and this is how they really saw me? "I have been a good Luna to this pack!" I shouted, my voice carrying over the music and conversations. "I have given everything to serve all of you!" The entire celebration went silent. Hundreds of pairs of eyes turned to stare at us. I could feel my face burning with humiliation, but I was too hurt and angry to stop. Miranda smirked triumphantly. "And now your time is up. The real Luna is here, and we don't need your cheap imitation anymore."

Derick would find a way of bringing her out of the dungeon even if it means breaking through. Laura said ok. She would do as her mother had instructed. She held her mother's hands and told her not to sob or feel worried, everything would be fine and she would be out of that prison. Brenda nodded and told her same, not to sob or feel agrieved at her father's actions. She shouldn't say anything to her father either but be mute and watch how things unfold itself. It would be full moon in couple of days time. She hope everything gets better before then otherwise, her wolf might breakthrough the prison and she would escape.

I’m almost twenty four and right now, I really do need a Luna to assist me in running my pack. When I first met Wilma, I knew she’d be perfect because of her fierce personality, but then Reign happened and Wilma is no longer here with me. Since I have rejected my mate, the Moon Goddess can never give me a replacement so it’s my duty to find a Luna for myself and to do that, I’m going to have to be very careful because and Luna equals an a bad Alpha and a weak Luna equals a weak Alpha and a misery pack. And for Reign, I hope that whenever she is, she never finds peace or solace. I hope she suffers for as long as she lives.