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The Moonlit Curse – Synopsis

In the mystical kingdom of Elarion, where magic lingers in the air and the moon governs fate, a young healer named Belinda carries a secret she does not yet understand. Every full moon, an unseen force tugs at her soul, luring her to the river’s edge, where, for fleeting moments, she sees a man in the water’s reflection. A man who does not stand beside her. A man who speaks her name with an aching familiarity.

That man is Callan, the lost prince of the Moon Realm, trapped between worlds by an ancient curse. Long ago, in a forgotten era, he made a vow of love to a mortal woman, defying the celestial laws that bound him to the heavens. But fate was cruel, and his love was stolen away by time itself. Every generation, he searches for her reincarnation, hoping that one day she will remember, and set him free.

When Belinda unknowingly stumbles upon the truth, her quiet life in the village of Veywyn shatters. Shadows begin to stir, for the Shadow Queen, a sorceress who covets the power of the moon, has been waiting for this moment. She knows that if Belinda unlocks her past, she will also awaken the Celestial Bond, a magic powerful enough to break curses, but also strong enough to shatter worlds.

As war brews between the forces of light and darkness, Belinda must make an impossible choice: to break the curse and free Callan, even if it means losing him forever, or to defy destiny and forge a new path, one where love does not come at the cost of fate.

But the moon is a jealous witness, and the past does not let go so easily.

Bound by an oath they cannot remember and a love that refuses to die, Belinda and Callan must navigate the treacherous path of forgotten memories, celestial secrets, and the whispers of a love story that has been rewritten across lifetimes.

Will they finally break the curse? Or are they doomed to be star-crossed souls, forever reaching across time?

THE MOONLIT CURSE

The wind howled through the ruined courtyard, carrying the scent of rain and ancient stone. The moment Belinda stepped forward, the ground beneath her feet pulsed, as if the land itself recognized her presence. She shivered, her pulse hammering in her ears.

Callan's silver eyes never left her, watching, waiting. But for what?

Belinda swallowed hard, turning to the massive stone gate before her. The twin crescent moons carved into its surface gleamed faintly in the moonlight, the sigil striking something deep within her chest—a buried memory she couldn't quite grasp.

She reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed the stone.

The moment she made contact, the world shifted.

A rush of voices. Laughter, shouts of joy, and the distant echoes of a song she had never heard but somehow knew. A great hall lit by chandeliers of silver flame. A throne of carved onyx, draped in silk and shadow. And then

Belinda gasped as the vision shattered, her knees buckling. Callan was there in an instant, catching her before she collapsed.

"Breathe," he murmured against her hair, his grip firm, grounding. "What did you see?"

Her lips parted, but the words refused to form.

Instead, she shook her head. "Not here." Her voice was hoarse, uncertain. "We need to move."

Callan studied her for a long moment before nodding. "Then let's go."

But as they turned to leave, the ground trembled.

A deep, resonant sound echoed through the ruins, like the toll of a bell from a forgotten era. The gate behind them pulsed with light, and the vines that had covered its surface withered away, revealing more of the ancient runes beneath.

From the shadows beyond the gate, something stirred. Massive, hulking, with eyes that glowed like burning embers. A creature stepped forward, its form obscured by the mist, but its presence was unmistakable, ancient, powerful, and filled with an unrelenting hunger.

Callan moved swiftly, placing himself between Belinda and the beast. His posture was rigid, one hand gripping the hilt of his blade.

"Don't move," he whispered. "It's watching us."

Belinda's fingers curled into fists.

From the depths of her mind, the whispers returned. Words not of fear, but of command. Power stirred within her veins, foreign yet familiar.

And for the first time, she didn't want to run.

Chapter 12: The Lost Heir