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IN A FORGOTTEN CASTLE IN WYLDERLAND…
Alone with Grendel, the man she had been tempted to love, the prince she loathed, Vynasha didn’t want to wake up. Let her sleep for a thousand years like the cursed princess, Morana. Let these walls crumble, the rose garden spread throughout the keep with thorns and vines to keep the world out forever.
“I know you are awake, Ashes.”
Vynasha opened her eyes. The prince stood before the hearth, his back to her. He hadn’t changed clothes since she had last seen him. Yet his faintly luminous skin had dimmed from bronze to the dull gray she remembered. “What happened?” she asked.
“A fever in your sleep. Odym says it was the runes.” Grendel’s shoulders hunched as he hung his head. “I should not have come, I know this. But I…” he twisted to face her. “Forgive me, Vynasha, but I cannot stay away from you any longer. I could feel your pain through the bond, yet there was nothing I could do to stop her,” he growled. “Do not ask me to leave you again, I beg of you.”
Vynasha should have been disgusted, but she was coming to accept the fact that Odym had been right. No matter how she truly felt, they needed each other. And she could not deny the way his words danced about her mind and breathed life back into her limbs.
“I wish I could tell you I was different,” he continued, “before my mother cursed me. But the truth is, I was always a monster.” Grendel drew his shoulders back and lifted his chin, pushing away from the fireplace mantel. He shook his head and held his hands before him, palms upturned. “I never wanted to be my father. I shall not make his mistakes, and so I will be honest with you, Ash. No more secrets.”
She shuddered and desperately wished she could bathe, could banish dreams of Nymwe and be rid of the prince. The dread she felt before only grew as Grendel paused, clenching his fists as though steeling himself for words he could not take back.
“I owe you everything, so much more than you know. When you willingly accepted the curse, you took some of the monster into you. I have not been forced to change into a beast ever since. It has given me time to remember myself in your absence, who I was and who I hope to be.”
Vynasha ground her sharp teeth. So they not only shared a bond with his spirit, but she had taken part of his beast? That they were forced to share something she had learned to take pride in made her ill.
Whatever he saw in her face must have pained him, enough for him to turn away. “Forgive me. I shall go. I should have never hoped…” He shook his head, dispelling whatever he might have said as he took two more steps to the door.
She traced the tip of her tongue on her lip, tasting the blood she spilled to forget. His hand was on the doorknob when she said, “Wait.” The strength behind her command surprised her and caused the prince to freeze in place.
Vynasha lifted her hand with surprising ease. “Stay?”
We need each other.
His graying skin flickered to golden life as he turned with hope burning in his violet eyes. “Always.”
At his word, his promise, Vynasha released the breath she didn’t know she had been holding. Even then, a small corner of her mind railed against her actions, at the feelings she couldn’t seem to control. It must Grendel’s influence, his feelings trickling through their bond.
This is wrong.
Still, she couldn’t deny how the persistent itch beneath her skin abated with him beside her, holding her hand. It shouldn’t have mattered. Truly, she hated how easily she gave in to these feelings. She could never tell him. Grendel had bound her life to his. Even if she were to leave, to beg the wylderfolk to take her back into their home, she would never be rid of him. And the longer she remained in the prince’s castle, the less she wanted to be free.
Bound Beauty by Jennifer Silverwood
The Cursed House in the Woods Guest Blog by Jennifer Silverwood
I live in a cabin in the woods. The farmhouse sits deep in the woods on land that's been in my family for more than four generations. Like any old home, this place is riddled with stories and ghosts. At the far end of our property is a Native American burial ground. The Old San Antonio Road runs right behind our house, where hundreds of pioneers and legends like Davy Crockett and Sam Houston used to enter Texas before it was a country or state.
We haven't always lived on the old family land. For years after Nanny passed, a family allowed to rent another house on the property abused and tore up the old farmhouse. They threw my grandmother’s clothes into the woods, and used floorboards for kindling. Before my father and brother finally kicked them off the property (rifles in hand) this family carved curses on the walls and threatened to return one day. But they never did…
My childhood was spent with my family rebuilding the cursed farmhouse. In the early years, conditions were so bad we basically camped inside the torn-up farmhouse. We kept a massive burn pile near the abandoned house the bad family had rented. When night came, we would sit around the fire, beneath a sea of stars and tell stories about the old folks and the lives they lived.
One night, most everyone had gone to bed, save for myself, my brother, and a family friend. The conversation fell to the crackling of the fire when from the abandoned rent house we heard a slow knock, knock, knock. The few of us sitting outside froze and looked at each other. We sort of laughed it off. Until the sound came again, from a different part of the house: knock, knock, knock.
My brother and his friend rose to investigate with a flashlight and a rifle. I lingered behind while they entered the abandoned house. And the moment they crossed the threshold, the sound came again, much louder: knock, knock, knock.
I waited, watched, and listened beside the fire, frozen in fear. Was the person making the sound inside the house with them? Were they outside, in the woods, watching me? Had the renters finally come back years later?
My brother stuck his head through the hole leading into the attic and shined his flashlight… and found nothing. No animals, no drifter wandering in for shelter from the woods, and no renters. Nothing.
Time and the forest have slowly swallowed up the abandoned rent house since that night. My father has pulled boards from it to mend the once cursed farmhouse. And in a windowless room at the back of the home is a chalk painting of a unicorn slowly fading on the mildewed wall. Sometimes I wonder if the renters did return… in a different way.
To this day, every time I walk near to the house, I feel something watching me through the windows. There are places in this world that have long memories, that raise the hair at the back of your neck and send chills down your spine, places where bad people did bad things once, places best left alone.
Wylder Tales
Book Three
Jennifer Silverwood
Genre: Dark Fantasy / Fairy Tales
Publisher: SilverWoodSketches
Date of Publication: July 14, 2026
ISBN: 979-8186406099
ASIN: B0GY9XF3LC
Number of pages: 390
Word Count: 96,456
Cover Artist: Qamber Designs and Media
Tagline: Forgotten gods haunt her steps, and the cursed prince she left behind isn't done fighting for her soul.
Book Description:
Vynasha is bound to the prince of Bitterhelm. Even if she were to die, her spirit will remain trapped with him in the castle forever. But she won't give in to Grendel without a fight. With the aid of an oracle, a witchling, and the wolf that claims her heart, Vynasha plans to claim her power as the curse breaker.
Ceddrych guards their nephew secretly while fighting to keep the feral beasts roaming their borders at bay. But the monsters are closing in, and the madness he has struggled with drives him to one desperate, unforgivable act.
A war is about to begin between the forgotten people of Wylderland and the cruel might of Bitterhelm. Beings of prophecy and legend unite in the epic third chapter of the Wylder Tales Series, a romantic gothic re-telling of Beauty and the Beast.
Jennifer Silverwood lives in the middle of an enchanted forest surrounded by cursed books, nosy spirits, and mischievous goblins she calls her children. After beginning several nonsensical degrees, she found her calling helping other authors bring their books to life. Jennifer is the author of two fairy tale fantasy series: the Borderlands Saga and Wylder Tales. Because she wasn't satisfied writing in one genre, she also invites you to explore uncharted space with the Heaven’s Edge Novellas—and dare to fall in love again with the standalone romance titles Stay and She Walks in Moonlight.
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