The Cursed Riding Hood

The Cursed Riding Hood

last updateLast Updated : 2021-09-02
By:  Awais Shah  Ongoing
Language: English
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Gripped in a strange curse that is triggered by the full moon, Blanchet’s lover Neyru has started acting strange. When he disappears without a trail, Blanchet pursues him, finding a link between his disappearance and the wolves attacking her village. In the quest to save him from a dark madness, she is met by another boy, whose charm and quick wits beguile her. She realizes a truth greater than her, the village and everything that she has known so far. Meanwhile, this new boy holds a mystery that she has to solve, one that is necessary to save her lover! And when he shows interest in her, things start to become very difficult for her… Choices are presented, and she has to choose…either abandon her lover, give into the charms of this new knight in shining armor, or save her village and abandon both… what will she choose?

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Chapter One

The valley was gripped in the fierce claws of frost for the past six months. The chills were enough to bite and even take off an arm provided they got inside the body first. She looked around for a while, her heart-shaped face turning and watching the snow-covered village, its wooden huts deeply buried. Had it not been for the red flags, marking the way, the village was a lost sight the moment one left its premises. Trying to breathe deeply, she let the deep chill settle in her lungs, coughing the next moment. Forcing herself to relax, she glanced at the line of straight white birches, forming the boundary of the woods she was about to enter. Her obsidian eyes were fixated on that deer’s corpse, the pale red settling into the white resembling the same shade as her cloak. A wolf had come this way…ventured too near the village it seemed. They had been quite bold for the past couple of days…especially since the last full moon…could the legends be true? No! She wouldn’t let omin

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The book is amazing I was hooked from the very first chapter
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Chapter One

The valley was gripped in the fierce claws of frost for the past six months. The chills were enough to bite and even take off an arm provided they got inside the body first. She looked around for a while, her heart-shaped face turning and watching the snow-covered village, its wooden huts deeply buried. Had it not been for the red flags, marking the way, the village was a lost sight the moment one left its premises. Trying to breathe deeply, she let the deep chill settle in her lungs, coughing the next moment. Forcing herself to relax, she glanced at the line of straight white birches, forming the boundary of the woods she was about to enter. Her obsidian eyes were fixated on that deer’s corpse, the pale red settling into the white resembling the same shade as her cloak. A wolf had come this way…ventured too near the village it seemed. They had been quite bold for the past couple of days…especially since the last full moon…could the legends be true? No! She wouldn’t let omin
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Chapter Two

“Blanchett!” The sound was music to her ears. It rejuvenated her lost strength and put energy back into her weakened legs. The heart beat faster and calmer than sinking into a deepening grief. Her head turned and there, across the small bed right beside where the furs of foxes hung, she saw her…the trail of blood now tracing back to her, on her fur robes and to her face that smirked, the eyes flashing with achievement. The sleeveless left arm ended with the metallic shine of the axe that had been used this noon to chop something other than the wood. “Grandma?! What happened?” her palms pushed the floor she had knelt on, getting up swiftly and meeting her granny in a fierce hug. She didn’t mind the stench or the blood… “A black wolf my darling” her voice melted into her ears as she tightened the hug. The situation she had thought of… “Sit by the fire. You look like you have seen a ghost!” her grandma walked, her voice as calm as the fire that burned th
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Chapter Three

She casted a stern glance at him, getting absorbed into his pose. He looked so stoic, so serious…and so loveable! When half the village girls were after him, it was her who had somehow won his heart, and it was her whom he always paid attention to. Even now, when he was focused on bringing a shape out of that wooden branch in his hands, she could notice the muscles, the clenched jaw and the eyes with a concern she was unaware of. No wonder the village girls were mad for him. With every strike of the knife, he whipped that wooden branch into shape, and she could notice his bare arms, muscled to a maiden’s fantasy.“Hi sweetheart!” he spoke, his polite tone dying out in the sounds of laughter in the background. Letting his eyes meet hers, he slowly lifted the head, putting the knife away. There was someone else now, someone…who he could engage his mind to.“Hello, my love!” she let the elder sister behind hear her. And especial
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Chapter Four

Her father uttered a few words, which she didn’t deign to hear, marching back to the dance and drums. Rhythms had stopped, and a stillness pervaded the environment. Most of the villagers had stopped dancing, a few still rolling in circles, high on weed that the merchants brought from the other lands. She remembered to steer clear of those. They always looked like trouble.  There, at the corner around the fire, she could vividly see the face of Old Glinda, the only old woman who could still talk crazy and not reap the harms of it. If there was one thing that Old Glinda was good at, it was storytelling. The old woman would spin such webs of fascinating tales and people would avidly listen to her.  The old lady was wrapped in her shawl, drying her hands at the big fire. Everyone was settled around that woman, whose face held stern expressions. She looked at the night sky, her eyes glimmering with the stars there. Blanchett found it best to settle down too. She
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