Jiuxianzhi

Ahcehera is a young woman FIGHTING cancer, finding comfort in the pages of her favorite sci-fi fantasy novel. She’s drawn to the villainess princess, a misunderstood character whose life is sacrificed FOR the hero and heroine’s happy ending. Ahcehera hates the unfairness of it all and wishes the princess could have a chance to live her own LIFE.

Before she can read the final chapter that seals the princess’s tragic fate, Ahcehera passes away. Her last thought is a wish to rewrite the story, never expecting it to come true.

When she wakes up, it’s not in her hospital bed but in the body of the princess herself. Thrown into a world full of political schemes, betrayal, and hidden dangers, Ahcehera is determined to change the princess’s fate. She has the story’s secrets and her own will to survive, but knowing the plot doesn’t mean it’ll be easy to change.

Then, the unexpected happens. She crosses paths with a werewolf prince, younger than her and mysteriously linked to the hero. He’s more than just a twist in the story, he might hold the key to a different ending.

As enemies close in and the lines between friend and foe blur, Ahcehera must decide. Will she stick to the script or fight for a new ending? One where both she and the princess get the happiness they deserve.

Can a story already written truly be rewritten, or is she doomed to live the same tragedy all over again?

Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess

The wind howled across the frozen plains of the Northern Border of Planet Sirius, carrying the weight of a silent war between the past and the present.

Richard stepped past the towering iron gates of the Mors Estate, his boots crunching against the frost-covered ground.

The ancestral home of the Mors bloodline loomed before him, an unyielding fortress carved from obsidian stone, its dark spires piercing the sky like silent sentinels.

He had been away for too long, yet the cold atmosphere remained the same. As he entered, the grand hall was eerily quiet, but Richard knew better. They were waiting for him.

At the far end of the room stood his mother, Lady Lotisia Mors, her silver eyes brimming with an emotion he had long since learned to ignore, pleading.

She rushed forward, her silver-white robes flowing behind her as she grasped his hands with trembling fingers.

Against All Odds