Devilbesideyou666

They say she’s a monster. A myth. A demon wrapped in human skin.
They call her the Witch in the Woods.
They should have called her a warning.

Hazel-Anne Davis was raised in the Devil's Playground for the end of the world—part human, part demon, full survivalist, and absolutely done with it all. When she wakes up in the dying body of a child in a foreign world, she doesn’t cry or panic. She builds. She kills. She survives. The mountains become her home, and she becomes the nightmare whispered about in drunken taverns and frightened war councils.

No army ever returns. No trespasser lives.
Until she met them.

Dragged from her mountain, drugged and bound in a trunk like some barbaric trophy, Hazel-Anne is forced into the glittering prison of the royal court—a place where daggers hide behind fans, poison is poured in porcelain cups, and obedience is expected from women who should know their place. Hazel does not know her place. And if she does, she refuses to stay in it.

Five powerful men—each dangerous in their own right—are about to learn that the “witch” they stole is no savage.
She’s smarter than they are. Deadlier than their worst enemies. And she’s done playing by anyone else’s rules.

Now all of them—the scarred warrior prince, the genius Crown Prince, the demon-eyed general, the assassin in the shadows, and the merchant wrapped in silk and lies—will have to decide:

Will they try to control her?
Or will they kneel before the storm they’ve unleashed?

Either way, at the end of the day, the Witch will have her revenge.

The Witch in the Woods: The Transmigration of Hazel-Anne Davis

"You listen to me, Ling'er," Lady Zhao whispered, cupping her daughter's chin with fingers tipped in pearl-pink lacquer. "There is no world in which that cursed girl walks away with your future. Do you understand me? I will not accept it."

Zhao Meiling didn't blink as her mother bore down on her. She didn't nod, she didn't so much as twitch. She simply made sure that her shoulders were back, her posture perfect, and said, "Of course. I've always known the title was mine."

Lady Zhao smiled, something maternal and monstrous blooming behind her eyes. "Good girl. That's the way that you make your mother proud."

Mother Knows Best