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The Cursed Wolf and the Forest Princess

Chapter 9 THE KING OF ASH ARRIVES

Word Count: 4021    |    Released on: 30/11/2025

THE KING OF

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he carriag

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d like a

Cont

steppe

resence bent the air-cold spreading outward, but not lik

nd Jackline

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aited seventeen years

not warm,

fid

he moon-blo

ithout effort, smoo

you were never

eld her sp

her like carved sto

o stand here,

gaze slid

steady, no longer jus

but silver hel

tone sharpe

hat body, knight? How

ive stance-but Jackline lif

brow shifted-not sur

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an your mo

cut like cold glas

of her moth

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cted the

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t o

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nder her boots

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led through

voice wa

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ped to Jack

to her

newly free but

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lifted

t stand

's eyes

rounded by those w

sed hi

ld shattered

le B

reatures made of ink and cold magic. They lun

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ther down, sw

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of control, but fury

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tay wi

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. His shape flickered-wolf, half-man, wolf again. Straining

s power press

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ren

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oke softly

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e person b

ting magic that sto

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her

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ished

a wit

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ver it

laring in his eyes, humanity p

d like promise to the

e stole

ointed in only

Sorcerer-Ki

OF ASH AN

heavy after

now, the absence of Lyrena pierced just as deeply. People whispered prayers. Others packed to fle

t make her

ice

rom the wraith strike pulsed beneath her skin like leftover frost. She didn't

pproache

ot in submission

mured, voice thick. "A

tightened around

nt to save her

etrieve he

shakily, grou

re, too restless for slee

e stronghold?"

met h

, three days. Less if we

shiv

? That plac

e held

we're walking t

nodded once-an answ

ft befo

village, but m

ing their foreheads in gratitude, others pressing food or

woman st

rembling. "The stronghold has stood for ye

s chest t

from

pur

ourney

aned tall and skeletal overhead, branches like fingers pointing toward the stron

close to Jack

ted the sh

the center-anchor

eside her, sil

ten, his st

om wea

remem

e would pause, breathe, then continue. Jackline never pulled him forward. S

Caelan stopp

amp h

ne a

refusing night. Arion lay beside her, body warm against the evening chill.

, quiet seem

rion s

and stepped in front of Jackline, eyes

ned hi

d s

ken fra

rd

ea

ug

ma

er... you

ine f

tilled like

turned

eyes w

blade stoppe

pered, voice

o you r

hers-steady, ancho

Loved you. Fo

led tre

e trust

-not with weakness, but w

embere

mbered

ly-he was remem

hand on his c

more than

eter now, carr

s a k

a gua

be...

led throu

jaw un

ed, "The curse

on's eyes-not as

n eq

h what she sta

, forehead pressing to

rackled ar

eat, hope wa

as r

a

ath

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stled from

an a

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tst

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stood i

th blades in

ked towar

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n hand, fire behind he

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wrai

lag

ark

hing

d with som

fe

so

with you," t

be left br

stepped

of ours. We t

stared

the

sold

o fight for the freedom t

er, waiting for h

e breat

ed her sp

walk w

e died in a forest and the cursed knight who ref

nghold where th

s vic

revol

Fen W

led throug

hing every step. The path narrowed into marshland-water still a

dow

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soldiers

voices did n

walked in ti

d ahead with

with silent

ed close t

de her like a wal

to black soil that

ine f

gi

l

ng

d that

he King seeded this place with memory-

jaw cl

ened her grip

spered, v

pens if w

mouth h

t like th

ushing her hand. His presence steadied her l

bered how to be teeth. The villagers trembled, but kep

led them

spering

t, it w

t the edge

cle

did you survive

ther's

o

a

un

ne swa

fened-he h

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whisper

for you, jus

's steps

her hip-silver, tryin

rabbed

let i

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very branch, every

d them t

nnot sa

il him as sh

istake saved

jaw-breathing through

her side, a low r

th

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ma

r

.. mi

eyes burning

not from curse-from me

clear, voice heavy with

re...

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her hand-not wolf-com

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en had mo

Not Born

moonlight like silver blood. Frost curled at the e

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illusion. It

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taun

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ck water, and the fen reflec

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like someone caught be

lcony of dark sto

to Jackline's mind-

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taggered,

steadi

did yo

red with steel

He keeps her at

red in relief, hope

ater-head bowed as if

he

s lungs t

t is

ted hi

ith full voice-shaken but

curse

stilled

ped closer, h

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dded

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t that mome

red in his eyes lik

fen brok

not with

mov

ic-bolted back the way they came,

here coura

reacted i

a-sto

en answer

like something b

surged

the man in

the clearing-then sil

vered hi

gers

ne m

ight of it-not guilt

voice was

eats those

osed her ey

lifted

re run

ce didn

her, breathing st

-anger turne

d his head

is shoulders-sm

with silver fire in her bones an

h Shad

the str

stolen and the lif

s sur

a f

arpened in

E FEN R

deepened

ng old names. Branches creaked without wind. No birds sang. Even the moon seemed we

d with a st

o longer guided-besid

owed like

in kept the vi

choice, even when fear

as not finish

t

s a courtyard, surface still and reflective like polished o

ca

raised

esolve. We cross together

ine n

one wal

those words-some for the firs

epped f

n's Fi

-like a heartbeat under liquid skin. Mist coiled upward,

ackline-a whisper wear

save him, i

break a curse w

t pounded, but

ng it with love

th. With cho

on flicker

vani

one wearing his past self, armor si

ed out, voice sm

pain. Forget the wo

trem

rage. Wit

e hu

spe

ber all

beside him-hand

ed to forget

eath s

s head gently

llusion s

some sobbed, some clenched fists, some froze, t

this

they cross

dissolved like

ond the

thinni

e against t

Stro

ed upward like broken t

ung lifeless, un

ale-blue light, like

ine i

nally

she was st

e he cur

where her

she woul

whis

er than I

nswered

is s

three keys-circlet

r, they

f wa

de her, no fear in hi

eyes was fain

urned li

clear, voice

er the th

urned shar

u d

first fully-human inten

re. I broke only

's pulse

. cr

ached for me. I tried to

ened with sorro

me-and I swore I'

ot romantic, but fierce and d

't," she

you lost

d brushing hers-no sham

k into that plac

e nodde

take it t

lagers lifted ma

drew

ripped h

jaw despite

trial forged

battle teste

arpened he

the fin

her spear toward

not fight for su

ower in sound like t

ht for

they stepped o

throne room whe

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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