Lahat ng Kabanata ng CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter 2 – Ashes and Oaths I ran until my legs nearly gave out beneath me. Branches tore at my skin. Stones bruised my feet. But I didn't stop, not until I reached the edge of the river that marked the boundary between Kyratth and Blackridge, a small kingdom untouched by the madness of King Zareth's rule. The water was cold and fast, churning like it sensed my desperation. I didn't hesitate. I dove in. I was a strong swimmer, thank the stars but the current tugged at my limbs, and every stroke sent fire shooting through my arms. Still, I kept going. I had to. The river wasn't wide, but it felt endless with the weight of my soaked clothes, the sting of vervain still in my blood, and the ghost of Laura's scream echoing in my ears. When I finally reached the far bank, I collapsed onto the muddy shore, gasping, trembling, soaked to the bone. My chest heaved, and my arms ached from the strain, but I was alive. I had made it. I had crossed the border. Blackridge lay ahead. A

Chapter 4: The Beast WithinIt was a bright morning.I woke up to the harsh rays of the sun piercing through the window. I squinted, rubbed my eyes, still half-asleep.I looked around, confused for a second this wasn’t my home.Then it hit me.I didn’t have a home anymore.I didn’t have a family.They were all gone.The events of last night played through my mind like a broken reel. Everything I loved had vanished in just one night.As I sat there, lost in thought, I heard a soft knock on the door.“Good morning, dear. Hope you slept well? Mind if I come in?”“Of course, you can,” I replied quickly, sitting upright and straightening my bed in a hurry.She opened the door, and the first thing that hit me was the delicious aroma of rice porridge.Oh, this woman really knew how to get me with food.“Morning, dear. I brought you some rice porridge. I hope you slept well,” she said with that same warm smile, carefully balancing the tray in her hands.“Oh, ma’am, I’m really grateful for all

Chapter 6: Flames in the dark Back at Kyratth...King Zarreth and his family were seated in the grand dining hall for dinner.Alicia, the king's second wife, sat beside him. Darain, his second son from Alicia, and Lyra, his only daughter also from Alicia, were present.Zarreth had Lucian, his firstborn son, from his late first wife, who had passed away many years ago.“Dad, I’d like to say something,” Darain said, setting his cutlery down.Everyone turned to him.“What is it?” Zarreth asked, his voice calm but commanding.“Father, as you know, I have the Sight… I can see things from far away. Last night, as I was heading to bed, I saw a vision.”His voice trembled slightly. “A man… running like he was being chased. I couldn’t see his face—it was blurry. But he had iron chains all over him. And then, under the full moon… I saw him transform. Into a wolf.”Silence.All eyes were locked on Darain, especially Lucian’s.Sweat gathered on Lucian’s brow. His hands trembled under the table.

Chapter 8: The First SparksI stayed awake till dawn. Sleep wasn’t an option, not after everything that happened.I went to Serah’s room and stood in front of the mirror.I placed my hands on my face, just like she had instructed. Slowly, my reflection shifted. My old features melted away, replaced by a brighter, sharper face. I traced my new cheekbones, my fuller lips, and wondered if I could ever get my old face back.After a while, I grabbed my luggage and took one last look at the house. The place I had found refuge. The place I almost called home.Then I stepped outside and headed for Kyratth.At the border, I boarded a boat. An hour later, I set foot on Kyratth’s soil and the memories came flooding back. I shook my head and kept walking.The town was as loud and filthy as ever. Vendors yanked at sleeves, shoving goods in faces. Beggars, old and young—lined the streets.I was back in this hellhole.“Ugh, watch your way, you dumbshit!” A man shoved me aside.I gave him a look that

Chapter 10: Claws and Crowns As I was about to leave the hall, the doors swung open and the guards marched in, escorting someone. It was the king. “All hail King Zarreth, first of his name,” one of the guards announced. I quickly slipped into the shadows of a corner. He walked with the arrogance of someone who believed the world belonged to him, shoulders high, chin lifted. How could he sleep peacefully after slaughtering innocent people like animals? My gaze burned with disgust. He made his way to where Lucian stood. Before anyone could notice me, I slipped out of the hall and headed straight for the kitchen. I picked up where I’d left off, scrubbing dishes, when one of the mean girls sauntered over. “Hey, you! I bet you’re happy your little plan is working, huh?” she sneered. I ignored her, which only made her irritation flare. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a hiss. “I know you’re trying to seduce Prince Lucian. But let me warn you—you’d better back off, got