Bound by Shadow and Moonlight

Bound by Shadow and Moonlight

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Introduction

Bound by Shadow and Moonlight is a dark romantic fantasy about exile, forbidden magic, and a love born from survival.
When Princess Elara Thorneleaf touches the forbidden Nightroot Tree, she is cursed and stripped of her elven powers, transformed into a feared “Shadow Elf.” Branded an abomination by her own people, Elara is cast out and hunted as the shadow inside her slowly consumes her body and identity.

Her escape leads her beyond the borders of her homeland, where she encounters Cael Raithe, a renegade wizard exiled by the Wizard Guild for practicing forbidden shadow magic. Cael discovers that his unstable spells can temporarily suppress Elara’s curse, while her ancient elven blood stabilizes his volatile power. Bound by necessity, they form a dangerous pact and set out to find the legendary Moonlight Crystal—the only relic said to lift her curse.

Their journey takes them through treacherous swamps, ruined temples, and frozen mountain passes, pursued by elven hunters, Guild inquisitors, and dark wizards who covet Elara’s cursed power. As danger closes in, their fragile alliance deepens into forbidden love, forcing them to confront the truth behind her curse and choose between the worlds that rejected them—or a future forged together in shadow and moonlight.

Chapter 1

Elara POV:

The forest doesn’t feel like mine anymore.

It still smells like wet bark and frost-laced fern, still hums with sap and buried water the way it always did when I was a child slipping past my tutors and into the green. But the song is wrong now—thin where it should be lush, strained where it should be effortless, as if the trees are holding their breath at my approach.

Or perhaps I am the one holding mine.

I can’t remember when I started shaking. I only know I can’t stop.

My cloak—once stitched with living ivy that would bloom on command—hangs in dead strips around my shoulders. The thread is ordinary now. The enchantment is gone. Everything I was is draining out of me in slow, humiliating rivulets, leaving behind something cold and unfamiliar.

A shadow peels beneath my skin as I stumble between trunks. Not the simple shadow of moonlight and branches, but something that moves when it shouldn’t, something that presses against my ribs from the inside as though it’s trying to learn the shape of my body.

Mine, it seems to whisper.

I press a fist to my sternum and keep walking.

I should be dead already.

That thought is not dramatic; it is arithmetic. The Nightroot Tree cursed me three nights ago—the forbidden ancient heartwood our elders named with reverence and fear. I touched it because I wanted answers, because I was tired of being a princess in a cage of ceremony. Because I believed, like a fool, that sacred things did not punish honest curiosity.

The moment my fingers met its bark, the world went silent.

Then the silence crawled into me.

I remember the Council ringed in pale robes, their faces tight with horror as my nature-light guttered out like a candle drowned in pitch. I remember my mother’s hand flinching away from mine as if my skin had turned to ash. I remember the word they used—half-spoken prayer, half-spat accusation.

Shadow Elf.

They said it as if it was not a person, not their princess, not the girl who had braided wildflowers into their ceremonial banners.

They cast me out before dawn.

And now, beyond the borderlands, I am nothing but a failing body with a curse gnawing at its own leash.

My knees buckle on a ridge of frozen roots. I catch myself against a pine trunk, bark scraping my palm. The pain barely registers. That frightens me more than the blood.

The forest edge is near. I can taste it—air thinning, magic fading into the blunter atmosphere of human lands. My people always spoke of the border like it was a wound in the world.

I used to believe them.

I drag myself forward anyway, leaving a smear of red on the bark. The shadow inside me flexes, pleased. It likes the blood. It likes the weakness. It likes how each step costs more than the last.

Stop, I try to tell it. Or myself. I’m not sure which.

A wave of cold passes through my skull. The world tilts. The trees blur into a single dark wall and the ground rises too quickly to meet me.

When I fall, I don’t even have enough strength to be angry about it.

I land on my side, the breath knocked out of me in a hard, humiliating sound. Snow kisses my cheek. For a moment, I simply lie there, listening to the distant creak of branches and the quieter, nearer sound of my own heart struggling.

It is then I realize the shadow is not only inside me.

It leaks.

A thin black seam spills from beneath my collarbone, crawling across my throat like ink seeking water. It doesn’t hurt. That is the worst part. It feels—right, as if my body has been waiting for this surrender.

“No,” I rasp, though my voice cracks. “Not yet.”

As if the curse cares about my timing.

The air grows heavier. In the corner of my vision, darkness gathers in the snow beside my hand. It thickens into a shape—not fully formed, but suggestive: a hand made of dusk, reaching for my fingers with patient intent.

My stomach turns. I try to scramble backward, but my muscles refuse. The shadow-hand touches my knuckles.

Warmth blooms.

Not warmth like fire, but warmth like skin against skin, intimate and shocking. I gasp, and the shadow inside me responds like a beast scenting meat. For a heartbeat, the two shadows—internal and external—seem to recognize each other.

Then footsteps crunch in the snow.

I freeze.

My people’s hunters move like ghosts, silent and sure. If they’ve found me, it means Soryn has done what he promised: retrieve the abomination before it infects the world. They will drag me back in chains, or they will kill me out here and call it mercy.

I try to summon the old light—my nature-weave, the gentle green that used to rise at my command.

Nothing answers.

The footsteps stop.

A man’s voice, low and cautious, cuts through the trees. “I know you’re there.”

Not elven. Not the clipped musical cadence of my tribe, but something rougher—human, or border-born at least.

I can’t lift my head. My lashes are heavy as wet feathers.

A shadow crosses the snow. Boots. Dark leather. The hem of a cloak dusted with frost. I force my gaze upward.

He is tall, broad-shouldered, with hair the color of midnight pulled loose around his face. His eyes catch the moonlight—grey, stormy, unreadable. A scar bisects one eyebrow, as if the world once tried to mark him and failed.

There is something about him that sets my cursed instincts on edge.

Magic.

Not the bright, sanctioned kind I was raised to honor, but the deep kind—old as dirt and just as unrepentant. It clings to him like smoke.

A wizard, then.

My throat tightens. The Wizard Guild and the Elf Tribe have never been allies; we tolerated each other like neighboring predators sharing a river.

He crouches a few paces away, not close enough to be foolish. His gaze flicks to the black seam on my throat, then to the darkness pooled beside my hand.

His jaw tenses.

“You’re bleeding,” he says.

That is not what anyone has said to me since the Council condemned me. No one asked if I hurt. No one cared about blood. Only purity.

I try to speak, but the words come out brittle. “Don’t… come closer.”

A faint, humorless curve tugs at his mouth. “I wasn’t planning to.”

His attention moves over me—not leering, not clinical, but assessing. As if he is cataloguing threats and possibilities, deciding whether I am prey or problem.

Then his eyes lift to the trees behind me, scanning the darkness.

“You’re being followed,” he says.

Panic flares, sharp enough to cut through the fog. I try to push myself upright, but my arms shake violently. The shadow inside me stirs, eager.

His gaze returns to my face. “How long do you have?”

The question is so precise, so unromantic, that it steals my breath. “What?”

“Before that”—he nods once toward the black seam at my throat—“finishes what it’s doing.”

I swallow, tasting metal. Pride urges me to lie. Survival urges me to tell the truth.

“Hours,” I whisper. “Maybe less.”

He exhales through his nose, as if cursing silently. For a moment, he looks like a man trying to decide whether to damn himself.

Then he reaches into his coat and pulls out a small vial—glass, dark liquid inside that seems to swallow moonlight. He doesn’t offer it yet. He holds it in front of him like a warning.

“I can slow it,” he says. “Not cure it. Slow it.”

I stare at the vial. Dark magic. Forbidden craft. Everything my teachers warned me against.

Everything I might need.

“What do you want?” I ask, because nothing is free, and I’ve learned that lesson too late.

His eyes lock on mine, and the air between us tightens—not with threat alone, but with something else. Recognition without familiarity. A pull I don’t understand.

“Nothing,” he says, and the lie is so clean it’s almost convincing. “Except that you live long enough to get out of my forest.”

“My forest?” The words come out sharper than intended. I used to be someone whose claim mattered.

He gives me a slow, deliberate look. “This side of the border, it’s mine. And if your hunters catch you here, they’ll start a war I don’t intend to fight.”

My hunters. My people.

A bitter laugh catches in my throat and turns into a cough. Pain blooms in my chest. The shadow seam spreads a fraction farther across my throat as if amused.

The man’s expression hardens. “Decide. Now.”

I should refuse. I should die with dignity rather than accept darkness.

But dignity will not stop the shadow from taking me.

I look at the vial again, then at him—at the taut control in his posture, the way he keeps distance like it’s a rule carved into his bones, the way his magic hums under his skin like a restrained storm.

“I’m Elara,” I say, because if I’m going to damn myself, I will at least do it as a person, not a curse.

Something flickers in his eyes at the name. Surprise, maybe. Or wariness.

He doesn’t bow. Doesn’t offer titles. Only says, “Cael.”

Just Cael. No honorific. No allegiance.

And then, careful as if approaching a wounded animal, he shifts closer—one measured step, then another—until he is near enough that I can feel the heat of him against the cold air.

His gloved fingers brush my jaw, tilting my chin gently to the side. The touch is controlled, but it lands like a strike anyway—because it is the first gentle thing I’ve felt since my exile.

“Try not to fight it,” he murmurs, his voice dropping. “If you panic, it will feed.”

I hate that he sounds like he knows.

He uncorks the vial. The scent that rises is strange—iron and night-blooming flowers, a sweetness threaded with danger.

I should recoil.

Instead, my body leans toward it.

My lips part. Cael’s gaze drops to my mouth for the briefest moment, and the air between us turns tight as drawn wire. His thumb shifts on my jaw, not possessive, not yet, but steady—anchoring.

“Drink,” he says.

I do.

The liquid burns like winter swallowed whole. Cold rushes down my throat, and for an instant I think it will kill me faster.

Then the shadow seam halts.

Not retreats—nothing that merciful—but it stops advancing, as if a hand has closed around its throat.

I gasp, choking on relief. My vision sharpens. The world returns in harsh edges: snow crystals, pine needles, the taut line of Cael’s mouth as he watches me with a focus that feels uncomfortably intimate.

“Better?” he asks.

I nod once, too stunned to speak.

His hand remains on my jaw. His thumb makes a small, unconscious stroke along my skin, and my traitorous body reacts—not with fear, but with something warmer, something aching.

It disgusts me.

It also keeps me alive.

A distant horn call cuts through the forest—high, elven, unmistakable.

Cael’s eyes snap toward the sound. His hand drops from my face, and the loss of that contact is abrupt enough to leave me cold all over again.

“They’re close,” he says.

I push myself up on trembling arms. “You can’t—” My voice breaks. “You can’t let them take me.”

Cael watches me for a long beat. Then his gaze shifts to the shadow pooled beside my hand, still faintly shaped like a reaching palm.

Something in his expression changes—calculation, yes, but also resolve. The kind a man wears when he’s about to make a choice he’ll pay for.

“I won’t,” he says, and it sounds like a vow he did not mean to speak aloud.

He reaches for me—not gently this time. Efficiently. One arm behind my shoulders, the other under my knees, lifting me as if I weigh nothing at all.

My breath catches, my cheek brushing his cloak. I smell smoke, frost, and something darker beneath—ink and cedar and the faint metallic bite of spellwork.

His body is solid heat against the cold, and the shadow inside me purrs like it approves.

I hate that too.

Cael turns, carrying me deeper into the border woods, away from the horn calls and the laws of my people.

“Hold on,” he says.

“To you?” I whisper, more honest than I should be.

His jaw tightens. “To yourself.”

But as he runs, his grip does not loosen. And in the pounding rhythm of his heartbeat against my ribs, I feel something terrifyingly simple begin to form beneath the fear.

Not hope.

Need.

And the dark, dangerous possibility that the only person who can keep me alive might also be the one who will ruin me.

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