Shards of the Moon In a world where magic is bound to blood, memory, and the moon, destiny does not forget its chosen. Kaela has always felt like a stranger in her skin-haunted by fragmented dreams, drawn to shadows no one else can see. Raised in the quiet Wind Kingdom, she hides a strange birthmark, a forbidden power, and a past she cannot name. When a moment of mercy exposes her healing gift, she becomes the most hunted soul in the empire. Five kingdoms are on the brink of war, and the Fire Kingdom's cold-hearted prince, Rael, believes her to be the lost "Moon Shard"-the spirit princess whose disappearance shattered the balance of power... and who may have caused his mother's death. But Rael is not the only one watching her. A silent guardian from another life, a ruthless high priestess weaving a deadly plan, and the unraveling truth of Kaela's past begin to awaken a dangerous legacy. As memories return, so does love-and betrayal. What happens when the fate of an empire rests on a girl who's lived a hundred lives and remembers none? A tale of love reborn, power reclaimed, and a destiny no one can outrun.
Kaela's POV
The dream came again.
Same crimson moon. Same cold hands dragging me under.
The first morning air caused my immediate gasp as beads of sweat soaked my body. The early day temperature remained cold even as I rose from the bed. Air of the Wind Kingdom's highlands. The grip of my hands tried to squeeze my throat while they remembered swimming movements. My chest feels the residual effect of swallowing water inside my dream. Lungs. A mere vision was all it turned out to be as I refused to believe it happened. For the thousandth time. Just a dream-but dreams don't leave bruises. Not ones like the silverly mark beneath my collarbone that pulsed when I was afraid.
The mark I never told anyone about.
I rose from the straw mattress to clean the dust from my basic cotton clothing. Light passed through the wooden window shutters to create golden patches in the small room where Mother Elya and I lived together in the village. The pulse of my heart continued while the aromas of crushed medicine leaves and warm baking mix helped me regain my composure. This was my life. Simple. Safe. Quit.
At least, it had been-until the dreams started two moons ago.
"Kaela!" Mother Elya's voice filtered through the doorway. "I need your hands on the salves. The merchant's boy took a spill."
"Coming!" I called back, smoothing my hair and wrapping my shawl tighter around me. I tried to ignore the itch of the mark on my skin, the way it thrummed every time I was near someone injured. Like a pulse that didn't belong to me.
By mid-morning, I was bent over the boy's ankle, gently applying a balm of mountain root and sage. He winced but didn't cry. I whispered calming words like Elya taught me, but something inside me stirred.
I could heal him. I didn't need the balm.
The thought hit me like a whisper from somewhere else-deep, ancient, wrong. Dangerous.
I swallowed hard and kept working with the herbs instead. I wasn't like the Spirit-bearers of old. Those people were myths, stories whispered to children on long winter nights. People who glowed with power were born under the Moon's blessing. The Spirit Princess-the Moon Shard-they said she vanished twenty years ago.
I was just Kaela. Nobody. Found half-dead in the forest at age five. Raised by a healer. No past, no future.
Except... something changed that day.
That evening, a stranger staggered into the village. Bloodied. Barely conscious. His cloak was scorched; one arm twisted at a sickening angle. The villagers gathered, fearful, whispering that a battle had broken out in the north.
"He needs a real healer," Elya muttered, her hands trembling. "This is beyond my skill."
Before I knew it, I stepped forward, heart pounding, palms tingling with a strange light. I pressed my hands against his chest. I didn't even know why-I just knew I had to.
The light poured from me like water breaking a dam.
The wound closed.
Gasps. Whispers. Someone cried "Spirit magic!" and the world tilted beneath me.
I collapsed.
When I woke up, the stranger was gone, Elya looked afraid of me, and I knew nothing would ever be the same again.
Somewhere far away, a prince with fire in his blood would soon see a vision of my face glowing with power.
And he would come for me.
Chapter 1 Whispers Under the Blood Moon
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Chapter 2 The Flame Remembers
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Chapter 3 Ashes and Shadows
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Chapter 4 Ashes and Secrets
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Chapter 5 A Kingdom of Lies
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Chapter 6 Bloodlines and Broken Promises
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Chapter 7 Ashes and Promises
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Chapter 8 Dreams Beneath the Ruins
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Chapter 9 The Fire Between Us
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Chapter 10 Blood of the Forgotten
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Chapter 11 The Throne of Thorns
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Chapter 12 Shards of Us
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Chapter 13 The Blood Moon Rises
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Chapter 14 Shards Reforged
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Chapter 15 Where the Fire Rests
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Chapter 16 The Moon's Final Vow
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Chapter 17 One Year of Moonlight
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Chapter 18 Whispers Beneath the Ashes
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Chapter 19 Silver Roots
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Chapter 20 Whispers in the Grove
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Chapter 21 The Sleeping Root
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Chapter 22 Echoes Beneath the Grove
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Chapter 23 Awakening of the Hollow
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Chapter 24 The Hollow Speaks
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Chapter 25 Seeds of Rebellion
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Chapter 26 The Hollow Awakens
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Chapter 27 Shards of Her Shadow
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Chapter 28 Moonlight Requiem
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Chapter 29 The Price of Peace
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Chapter 30 Roots of the Future
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Chapter 31 The Chains of Light
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Chapter 32 The Whispering Veil
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Chapter 33 The Hollow Crown
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Chapter 34 The Dreamer's Cage
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Chapter 35 Flames in the Snow
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Chapter 36 The Night Before Dawn
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Chapter 37 The Siege of Ashen Gate
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Chapter 38 Fire Beneath the Snow
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Chapter 39 The Hollow Crown
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Chapter 40 The Roots Below
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