Ariel's Quiet Light

The Cursed Wolf and the Forest Princess

The forest has always been Jackline's only home. She doesn't remember the palace she was born to, the parents who once held her, or the kingdom that cried for a stolen princess. All she knows are the crumbling stones of an abandoned castle hidden deep in the woods, the whisper of leaves, the growl of distant beasts, and the cold reality of surviving alone. By day, Jackline hunts, forages, and explores the shattered halls of the castle swallowed by ivy and moss. By night, she curls up under broken rafters and stares at the moon, wondering if anyone, anywhere, is looking for her... even though she's certain the answer is no. The world beyond the forest might as well be a myth. No one has ever come for her. No one has ever stayed. Until the wolf. One fateful day, while tracking signs of wounded prey, Jackline doesn't find a deer or a boar, but a massive black wolf sprawled in the roots of an ancient tree. Its fur is stained with blood, its breathing shallow, its silver-gray eyes blazing with pain and something disturbingly close to human awareness. Every instinct tells her to run. A cornered predator is dangerous. A wolf this big is deadly. But Jackline recognizes the loneliness in its eyes. The fear of being left to die. It mirrors the ache buried deep inside her own chest. Ignoring her fear, she uses everything the forest has taught her-herbs, makeshift bandages, secret paths-to drag the heavy creature back to her ruined castle. There, in a forgotten servant's corridor, she creates a shelter. Day after day, she cleans its wounds, grinds healing plants, and whispers calm words to a creature that could end her life in a heartbeat. The wolf snaps and growls, but it never truly harms her. Slowly, it begins to trust her. When the wolf finally stands again, strong and steady, Jackline expects it to vanish into the trees without a backward glance. Instead, it follows her. Silent as a shadow, the wolf becomes her constant companion. It pads at her side when she searches for berries, keeps watch when she sleeps, and nudges her hand when her thoughts become too dark. Jackline learns to speak her thoughts out loud-to the forest, to the castle, and to the wolf with the haunted eyes. She tells it her fears, her questions, and the strange emptiness she feels when she thinks about her past. The wolf never answers, but somehow, it feels like it understands. For the first time in her life, jackline isn't truly alone. But the forest keeps its secrets tightly wound, and this wolf is one of them. Everything changes under the full red moon. Jackline has seen full moons before: pale and silver, gentle and distant. But this one climbs into the sky like a burning ember, staining the forest in crimson light. The air grows tense and electric; the castle feels suddenly awake, like it's holding its breath. That night, the wolf could rest. It paces, muscles tight, eyes brighter than she's ever seen them. There's something wild and barely contained inside him, something both terrifying and beautiful. When jackline reaches out to soothe him, he pulls away with a look that almost breaks her-one filled with sorrow and dread, as if he has been waiting for this moment and wishing it would never come. Under the blood-red moon, the wolf begins to change. jackline can only watch as bone and muscle twist, fur ripples and sinks beneath skin, and the creature she nursed back to life reshapes into something new. Something impossible. When the transformation ends, the wolf is gone. In his place lies a young man with dark hair, pale skin marked by faint scars, and the same silver-gray eyes that once watched her from a wolf's face. He is human. And he's not. He looks at her like he's been waiting his whole life to be seen. He knows her name. From that moment, Jacline's world fractures. The young man-her wolf-reveals a truth she never imagined. He is cursed, bound to the red moon, doomed to live as a wolf most of the time and return to human form only when blood stains the sky. Hunted by men, feared by sorcerers, and rejected by both humans and beasts, he is trapped between two worlds, never fully belonging to either. But he is not the only one living in a story shaped by magic and betrayal. The wolf's curse, he explains, is tied to old magic that once protected a powerful royal bloodline. A bloodline that ruled the kingdom beyond the forest. A bloodline that vanished the day a newborn princess was stolen from her cradle and never found. The day Jackline disappeared. Piece by piece, the life she thought she knew crumbles. The ruined castle she calls home is more than a random shelter-it once housed the loyal guardians of the royal family. The forest is not just a wild, dangerous place-it's a barrier of living magic, hiding her from those who would use or destroy her. Jackline is not simply a forgotten girl who happened to survive.

Moon bound Hearts: The Wolf and the Crown Prince

In the mystical kingdom of Neverland, where ancient prophecies shape the fate of wolves and humans alike, seventeen-year-old Lyria has spent her life hiding the silver flame burning beneath her skin. Feared by her own kind and hunted by those who seek her power, she wants only one thing-freedom. But when she crosses paths with Aiden Everhart, the Crown Prince bound to a future he never chose, everything changes. A forbidden prophecy awakens, linking their destinies in ways neither understands. As danger closes in-from corrupted sorcery, twisted creatures, and the ruthless ambitions of Lady Seraphina-Lyria discovers she is more than a girl running from her past. She is the Silver Wolf. A guardian. A force that can save the realm... or destroy it. With the kingdom turning against them and the prophecy unraveling, Lyria and Aiden must face impossible trials, confront their deepest fears, and choose what kind of future they want to fight for-together. But power always comes with a cost, and the final choice may reshape Neverland forever. A tale of courage, destiny, and the bond that defies fate- perfect for fans of magical quests, royal intrigue, and epic fantasy worlds.

Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

I Paid the Alpha King for One Night

For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife. My husband, Jaden, called the songs I poured my soul into "trash," then secretly fed them to his pop-star mistress to make her famous. Then one night, after being drugged at a gala, I woke up in a stranger's bed. It wasn't just the betrayal that shattered me; it was the soul-deep certainty that this powerful, dangerous man was my true fated mate. I fled home in a panic, only to find a message on Jaden's phone confirming my worst fears. His mistress, the woman singing my songs on the radio, was pregnant with the baby he'd always told me I was too weak to carry. The nightmare deepened when I learned the identity of the man from the hotel. He was Carter Mcclain, the ruthless Alpha King-and my husband's older brother. He looked at me with eyes that knew my secret, his cruel smirk promising that my life was now a game for his amusement. Jaden had stolen my music, my dream of a family, and my future, leaving me trapped between his betrayal and his terrifying brother. He thought he had broken me, leaving me with nothing. He forgot he left me with the rage that wrote the songs. And I was about to write their final, brutal verse.

The Curvy Ex-Wife's Revenge: The Divorce He Gave, The Regret He Earned

Nicole had entered marriage with Walter, a man who never returned her feelings, bound to him through an arrangement made by their families rather than by choice. Even so, she had held onto the quiet belief that time might soften his heart and that one day he would learn to love her. However, that day never came. Instead, he treated her with constant contempt, tearing her down with cruel words and dismissing her as fat and manipulative whenever it suited him. After two years of a cold and distant marriage, Walter demanded a divorce, delivering his decision in the most degrading manner he could manage. Stripped of her dignity and exhausted by the humiliation, Nicole agreed to her friend Brenda's plan to make him see what he had lost. The idea was simple but daring. She would use another man to prove that the woman Walter had mocked and insulted could still be desired by someone else. All they had to do was hire a gigolo. Patrick had endured one romantic disappointment after another. Every woman he had been involved with had been drawn not to him, but to his wealth. As one of the heirs to a powerful and influential family, he had long accepted that this pattern was almost unavoidable. What Patrick wanted was far more difficult to find. He longed to fall in love with a woman who cared for him as a person, not for the name he carried or the fortune attached to it. One night, while he was at a bar, an attractive stranger approached him. Because of his appearance and composed demeanor, she mistook him for a gigolo. She made an unconventional proposal, one that immediately caught his interest and proved impossible for him to refuse.

Free At Last, Untouchable Now

For three years, Natalie gave everything to be the perfect wife and mother, believing her love and effort could finally earn her a place in their hearts. Yet her sacrifices were met with betrayal from her husband and cold rejection from her son. In their eyes, she was nothing but a manipulator, using vulnerability to get her way. Her husband turned his back, her son misunderstood her, and she never truly belonged. Heartbroken yet determined, Natalie left her old life behind. When her family finally begged for a second chance, she looked at them and said, "It's too late."

My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife

"Anya, a 'wolfless' in a world of powerful werewolves, was invisible, drowning her sorrows and desperately lonely. One drunken text, a desperate cry for attention, accidentally reached the Alpha, pulling her into his terrifying orbit. Now, she's trapped, a pawn in his game, forced to warm his bed while he waits for his true mate, her heart breaking with every stolen moment. As a 'wolfless' in the Blackwood Pack, Anya felt like an outsider, always yearning for a connection. One night, in a drunken haze, a misdirected text meant for her best friend landed in Alpha Declan Blackwood's inbox: ""Send me something hot."" Minutes later, the most powerful, terrifying man in the Pack stood at her door, claiming her with a possessive kiss that ignited a dangerous, unwanted fire. The next morning, his cold indifference shattered her world. Publicly humiliated and instantly fired, Anya became a pariah. Her dying mother's urgent need for a million-dollar heart transplant left her with an impossible choice: accept the Alpha's cold, transactional marriage proposal or watch her mother die. She became his ""placeholder"" wife, a contract, not a partner, all while battling a confusing attraction to the man who treated her as property. Why did he demand her, only to remind her constantly of her worthlessness, especially when everyone knew he waited for his true mate? Her world crumbled when she overheard Declan tell his returning ""true mate,"" Kristin Larsen, that Anya was ""just a substitute."" Despite the crushing betrayal and a strange, unyielding pull, Anya, fueled by her mother's desperate need, vowed to survive this gilded cage and reclaim her life before she lost herself completely."

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."