Belle_Emress

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 golden flames crackled around Belinda's fingertips, casting flickering light across the darkened forest. The beast before her, once snarling, once threatening, had stilled. Its ember eyes reflected the glow of her power, recognition shimmering in their depths.

Callan stood frozen, his silver sword still raised, his expression torn between awe and something else, something raw.

"Belinda… what are you doing?" His voice was careful, measured.

The fire in her hands was not burning her. It did not sear her skin or consume her, it lived within her, curling like a serpent waiting to strike.

Memories unfurled in her mind, each one rushing in like a tidal wave.

A great hall of stone, bathed in golden light. A throne carved from obsidian. The scent of burning incense, the whisper of silken robes.

A name that was not hers, and yet, had always been hers.

The word escaped her lips in a breathless whisper.

The beast before her let out a low rumble, not a growl, but something almost like a bow.

A woman stood before her, draped in midnight robes, her face obscured by a hood. The air shimmered around her, as if reality itself bent to her presence.

"You must not forget," the woman said. Her voice was distant, yet familiar, like a melody Belinda had once known by heart. "The flames are waking. The past is calling. You cannot run from it."

Belinda tried to step forward, but her feet wouldn't move.

A gust of wind howled through the vision, carrying whispers that wrapped around her like unseen hands. The world blurred.

She gasped, her body jolting as she was yanked back into the present. Callan's strong hands gripped her shoulders, his touch grounding her, his silver eyes filled with something dangerously close to fear.

Her knees buckled, and he caught her before she could collapse.

"What just happened?" he demanded, his voice taut with concern.

Belinda swallowed, her throat dry. She looked at her hands, the fire was gone, but she could still feel it, thrumming beneath her skin.

"I… I remembered something," she whispered.

Callan's jaw tightened. "What did you remember?"

She lifted her gaze to his, the weight of a thousand untold stories pressing against her chest.

"My name," she said softly. "Before all of this… before Veywyn, before this life." She hesitated, then let the name slip between her lips like an invocation.

And as the wind stirred around them, carrying the scent of rain and fire, Belinda knew, whatever she had unlocked within herself, whatever truth lay buried in the ashes of her past, was only the beginning.

Chapter 14: The Past That Burns