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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 night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and whispering leaves, but Emress felt none of its usual comfort. The name—her name—still pulsed through her like an echo from a world just beyond her reach. She clenched her fists, trying to ground herself, but the memory of the fire beneath her skin refused to fade.

Callan stood before her, his silver eyes unreadable, but she could feel the tension in the way he held himself—rigid, guarded. He knew something.

"Callan," she finally spoke, voice softer than she intended. "What aren't you telling me?"

His jaw flexed. For the first time, he seemed uncertain, a flicker of conflict flashing through his gaze. Then, exhaling sharply, he stepped forward.

"The name you spoke," he said, voice barely above a whisper, "Emress… It is not just a name. It is a legacy, one that should have been forgotten."

"Forgotten?" she echoed. "By who?"

He hesitated, then lifted a hand, hesitantly brushing a strand of raven-black hair from her face. His touch was fleeting, but the weight behind it lingered.

The wind howled through the trees, carrying a chill that settled deep in her bones. Emress took a step back, shaking her head.

"No," she murmured. "That's not possible. I—I would remember something like that."

But deep down, in the quiet spaces between her thoughts, a voice whispered: You do remember. You always have.

Callan studied her, his eyes darkened by something unreadable.

"You were never meant to return here," he admitted. "And yet… here you stand."

Her pulse pounded. "Then tell me why. Tell me what I am."

For a long moment, he said nothing.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reached for something beneath his cloak. A small, gleaming object caught the moonlight as he withdrew it—a pendant, shaped like an intricate crescent moon, its center pulsing with a dim, silvery glow.

Not in dreams. Not in fleeting memories.

The moment her fingers brushed the cold metal, something inside her shattered. A rush of images—faces she did not recognize but felt in her soul, whispers of power, a castle cloaked in shadows, and a silver-eyed king who watched her with something more than longing.

The world tilted. The air throbbed.

Chapter 17:The Veil of Shadows