Jiuxianzhi

You can NEVER run from destiny.
This world needs a SACRIFICE to live. 
Will you still save YOURSELF?

Meet Seraphyne Lycanwood, a master chef who unexpectedly finds herself transmigrated into the mesmerizingly futuristic world of Sinalta. But this isn't your typical fairy tale. She steps into the role of a stepmother and weds the enigmatic Alpha, igniting a whirlwind of secrets and intrigue that even her culinary expertise couldn't prepare her for.

Just when things couldn't get any more complicated, Seraphyne is unceremoniously thrust back to Earth. The carefully planned marriage proposal for her crumbles into nothingness, leaving her broken. Seeking comfort in her grandmother's home, she crosses paths with a gallant military captain and his son, who strangely addresses her as "Mommy." Little does she know that this chance meeting will alter her fate forever as she becomes entangled in the captain's hidden world.

As these two parallel realms collide and the ominous specter of the Apocalypse looms ever closer, their destinies become intertwined in ways they could have never imagined. Will Seraphyne and her newfound allies have the power to avert the forthcoming catastrophe, or will they succumb to the inescapable forces that threaten to consume both worlds?

Woke Up as a Stepmother in a Werewolf Fairytale

The village was quiet. Too quiet. The endless shifting between dimensions had finally settled, but a sense of foreboding still hung in the air like a thick, suffocating fog. Seraphyne stood at the center of the village square, her gaze scanning the horizon.

Every part of her being was on high alert. The fragments of herself they had encountered in the alternate realities were a stark reminder of the stakes at play. They had to fix the broken village, or all realities would collapse in on themselves.

But now, there was something more—a sense that something was watching them from the shadows, pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Keizu stood by her side, arms crossed, his usual smirk absent from his face. His eyes narrowed as he watched the village's edges, sensing the same unease. Xavierre, always calm in the face of danger, was unusually tense, his brow furrowed as he glanced at the swirling, distorted sky.

The Unseen Enemy