Beware of a Cursed Forest

They say those born on Friday the thirteenth are marked by fate... but for Violet, the true darkness didn't begin until she wore the ring of the dead.

Violet once believed she had outrun the shadows of her past, escaping the whispers of Misty Falls for a new life and a new husband. But the man she married carried a hunger for secrets that should have remained buried. When he and his companions desecrated a thousand-year-old grave, they didn't just bring back gold—they were unearthing a legend soaked in blood. 

The ring was exquisite, cold as a winter's tomb, and possessed of a power that promised to mend Violet's shattered life. But as her husband's trembling confession revealed the truth of its theft, the magic curdled. The artifact began to choose its victims, dealing a lethal, divine justice to those it deemed unworthy. When the ring's malevolent gaze finally turned on Violet, she realized that some "gifts" are merely beautiful snares. 

Fleeing the carnage of her marriage, Violet seeks sanctuary in the one place she swore never to return: the crumbling halls of her grandmother's house, and next home, near the haunted woods of Misty Falls. But the forest remembers her. 

Drawn back into the emerald shadows by a curiosity she cannot quench, Violet stumbles into a web of murder and ancient malice. A killer is stalking the woods, hungry for the "young blood" of a girl marked by a cursed birthright. In a place where every rustling leaf sounds like a dying breath, Violet must break the streak of bad luck that has haunted her since her first cry—or become the latest treasure buried beneath the roots. 

A haunting tale of stolen magic, ancestral curses, and the bitter price of a Friday's child.