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The Cursed Wolf and the Forest Princess

Chapter 8 THE ASH-MARKED VILLAGE

Word Count: 3540    |    Released on: 30/11/2025

THE ASH-MAR

was harder t

blew sideways like a hand pushing them back. As if the mountain itse

first, spear st

er, breath frost-thic

th blades strappe

ame moved quickl

rear - eyes always

s pa

the valley floor, the wo

il

sh

ath held

out wide - but no

urtains hung unmovin

imneys - but too s

alive bu

a sl

't lik

e didn'

d closed. No children ran between houses. No

lung like

t - a symbol painte

t crowned

gnized it

a wen

whis

of the Sor

e rising in his chest lik

fur, steadying him before ra

arefully,"

not stop what wa

-aged, wrapped in dark wool. Her eyes were dull, unfo

- slow,

ome,

ine f

ot given

declared h

lf to her knees - not i

you wou

gures e

ze

e

me

de

faintly into their skin - not bloody or o

ose together,

watc

wa

lcomes

to Jackline, blades

embled b

hed the broken cir

er-red beneath fur - tor

stepped

ear r

ce tre

t here t

gasp, not fear, but disturbance, like

front lifted he

nd. We do not as

slightly - unnat

you to

unted her since the mirror, the trial, the

ointed slow

you must surre

er hand towa

rone, you must f

like winter

tapho

hecy ha

cision. A

e cut tensio

s manip

sed under

to break h

, frightene

oose one. We

and the world narrowed to

es fli

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e

lv

rd the

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stepped

aw

h

line's palm - no words this t

oose between

e path where

lifted

the silent village l

neither

how

ws tw

- cracks of fear or awakenin

e more step, voi

we break the curse and take

side her - guardian

arked villa

hread ha

pell had

nd fearless - was sometime

t Remem

s did not mo

der. Some faces flickered with something almost like hope. Others t

rst fractur

s bright and unclouded. No ash-mark stained her skin. Sh

" she w

olf f

placed it against his cheek. The villa

eaned into

hild knew his name-not curse-na

ooked up at Jackl

Silver Knight. She said if he ever retu

es gli

uld come with t

rouched to

w we ar

her sleeve slightly-revealin

s serve the k

forward-elderly, shaking

d. Some sti

oke like a t

... forg

rg

urren

sharpened like a

help you

d take root, a horn ec

ark. F

nd flew to

eadied h

ffened, e

voice w

s riders'

ours

nu

mes, others running toward Jackline as if s

bbed their p

aces cracked

dy, calm, even with danger

he village

. "We can't f

manded, "

stepped forward

lagers

her, silver eyes brigh

ilver dagger-second k

built on obedie

ak obedience

eached ever

may hide. Or you ma

le

h

forward-tears sh

ed of bei

mark flickering faint

ves to grow w

, they ste

ba

acks

ith tremb

with sc

sold

op

le are c

ftened-almost a

army, Jackline.

nodded

cour

taff groun

eal itself when this vi

th visible, eyes steady. He press

fe

warn

ian

ed her hand b

this place,

shed innocent b

her voice t

ll you to kneel. They will promise sa

ice wa

wer them with

catching on her hair, her spear, th

quee

beco

her side like a

e, the thunder of

King was reac

e was no lo

as st

as le

as cl

silent as ash-began

gains

h trembl

he bones of every structure in the silent village. Chickens fluttered. Horses snorted

riders

or, silve

ike rave

crescent moons e

at

n t

n m

ightened, bla

her spear into

, but didn't hide -

one at Jackline's side - s

wled, not loud - but deep enou

ra

rn

mping ash into the snow. A tall figu

Silver," he called, "the lost h

line instantly - knowi

ew no

dn't nee

stepped

d not

coiled thunder. His eyes glowed silver des

r tilted

the crown'

carried clear a

right to c

d through th

r - awa

ed slowly to f

el will be spa

burn with the trait

n it ha

rk vivid along his neck - step

my family," he sa

orry, J

un, fury

sed under

oze in d

e didn'

there, he stopped shaking. His face twisted - not wit

sed by

e gloved hand towar

upp

raitor

epped forwa

ease

voice did

ety. Like all

red glinted beside

d the boy, teeth bared, fur

hand clenche

gasped - kn

e didn'

ac

n the boy's neck - not with magic she un

ked across her ha

-mark s

sed - breathin

gain - louder,

ed, eyes burning br

es not own th

ever

half word, rising like a voice bre

re

lo

perf

cl

hed - first cra

ot to strike, but to claim sp

ped behind her - o

arked mov

esitated, but

the riders were ou

ider's voi

nnot wi

er was steady a

ready

he briefest moment, a glint

ke

ned with silver, shaped to match the crescent

thir

ed once, clear

ere the fin

d mean tearing it from the

s r

spear, not to surre

unning," she

her spear int

rew bot

fear and stepped

- but controlled, wa

er voice like lig

ant th

ped into

earn

d for the th

er with

ots crunching frost, cloak swe

e wolf side by side-a vision the k

t no tremor

ainty in

a flanked her l

ep behind, young

withheld breath, torn

ed slowly,

eyes flickered-

te

oth o

r lifted

eel, and you may

lifted

and, and k

g didn't

elief

First

in a single fluid motion. Steel met spear with a ri

ine b

ped

nte

nds-not perfect, but instinct grown into skill. She brushed

way, gracefu

next-two bl

her, then kicked her back with force

spear thrust

e-handed-magic cracklin

e didn'

alread

xploded

wi

lo

tro

e wrapped in fur and strength. His teeth snappe

wung low-Ar

lea

en Jackline li

comm

nec

e curse forced him, but

ine e

my f

softly-not ref

, guarding

es narrowed be

e curse better

her spear at him-

rol him. We f

rred-belief shaki

egained

her spear int

ourage to himself

acked again-f

hed. Spark

ked a strike

ed a thrust mea

lade grazing the ride

rom behind, mak

ance instantly-

line was

w the

his right

aned fraction

sked a predi

ine w

tc

the m

stepped inside his guard and

at her be

light

ack-rev

flickering with ill

r a heartbeat,

young a

fear, he hid be

slaved,

ered bac

n't be able

wered her s

to him. You are c

ing through armor deepe

gers

eyes w

grip ti

l softened i

his chest as if figh

me..."

e could act-so

aking bone-thoug

es wen

seized him like

sword again-no

uman

tro

at his belt like a p

he must free h

ifted her

close enough that his

spered, vo

his chains, he

ered, sharp

tate, he wil

were

s voice c

l another ensla

epped

oved wi

ath they chos

sometimes in

was the only thr

S THE HAR

raised, eyes empty, movem

uman

lled by a d

pulse beating with hers. She did not want to kill him. She wanted to f

was bou

lled t

to th

e, teeth bared, breath low and fierce

his shoulder -

eed to r

but warning - then stepped asid

tepped for

- blade coming

idn't

sting her instinct, trusting her training, t

found h

r touched

- not as an attac

s true face surfaced again

gh the spell like ice

lp

ne whi

a

rough the dagger - not

led like m

k on his ne

- like shack

one knee - sword fall

ath

iv

r

lagers

wered he

haled in

th hope so fierce i

fing the air, testing the c

as f

placed a steady h

re no

, eyes clearing lik

me," he whispered, v

ine w

llowed

ela

e rec

orward, voice me

u through fear. But fear

Jacline

me. I owe y

hook her h

yalty.

as if no one had ever

the obsidian pendant - th

-shadow, half-silver - completing th

of two

f moonligh

ash and

e pi

dest

ry could settle,

ting. His eyes flared bright red -

ast the vil

followed

breath

riders w

than

st

sita

their

urned bone, pulled by

, voice barely

not so

a wen

t's

s not waiting in som

comin

choice led to this moment. The trials. The keys. The r

runn

knee

ndi

aller than fear,

he village

es alone - but

- shoulders squared, ey

ed behind her like f

stood on both s

dagger tight - af

shaky - stepped to one knee before Jac

s mine. Lead,

down at the fina

harp. B

ys are align

the crown was no

was

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The Cursed Wolf and the Forest Princess
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.”
1 Chapter 1 THE GIRL IN THE RUINED CASTLE2 Chapter 2 WHEN THE WOLF WOKE3 Chapter 3 THE FIRST FOOTSTEPS4 Chapter 4 LEAVING THE BONES BEHIND5 Chapter 5 THE ROAD OF EXILES6 Chapter 6 THE MOUNTAIN OF OATHS7 Chapter 7 THE CROWN WITH MISSING TEETH8 Chapter 8 THE ASH-MARKED VILLAGE9 Chapter 9 THE KING OF ASH ARRIVES10 Chapter 10 THE GATE OF THE CURSED CROWN11 Chapter 11 THE CROWN THAT CHOSE12 Chapter 12 THE WEIGHT THAT FOLLOWS VICTORY13 Chapter 13 A CROWN WITHOUT CHAINS14 Chapter 14 WHEN THE WIND CARRIES WAR15 Chapter 15 THE DAY OF DECISION16 Chapter 16 TRIAL BY COUNCIL17 Chapter 17 A KINGDOM SPLIT BY CHOICE18 Chapter 18 STORM BEFORE DECISION19 Chapter 19 WHEN SNOW BEGINS TO MELT20 Chapter 20 THE CROWN SPLITS LIKE ICE21 Chapter 21 THE SHIFT OF POWER22 Chapter 22 ROOTS BENEATH THE STONE23 Chapter 23 SHADOWS IN THE COUNCIL24 Chapter 24 THE TOWN THAT CHOSE BEFORE SHE ARRIVED25 Chapter 25 THE SUMMIT OF THREE BANNERS