The Ashlen King

The Ashlen King

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 18, 2026
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Fiction
Fantasy
Magical Kingdoms
Fairy Tales and Mythology
Dark Fantasy
Sylvie has spent her life trying not to be seen. In Woodbury, being unnoticed is survival-especially for a woman who refuses to kneel. But when a mysterious stone comes into her possession, the careful balance of the village begins to rot. Whispers slither from Ashlen Woods. Old protections falter. The forest remembers. Once a god, now a king of the damned, the ruler of Ashlen was cursed to govern a realm meant to imprison monsters and forgotten beings. When his most powerful relic is stolen from him, he breaks the gods' laws without hesitation-stepping into the mortal world to reclaim what is his. Sylvie was raised on stories meant to keep her afraid of the forest. She never imagined the forest would be afraid of her. Nor that she would become the most coveted prey of a god who does not hunt without intent.
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"NO!" I pull at his hand, trying to restrain it from hitting the glass. He can't break it! "Please, don't!" I cry out, only to be thrown across the room, my body colliding with the wall. My only way home, my only chance to see the world I love and know. And just like that, his fist collides with the mirror, the glass shattering to the ground as I scream. Tears begin to fall as I scream at him, watching as he approaches me like a predator, his hands bloody, his eyes turning black. I'm trapped here, forever. And he couldn't be more happy.

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