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

They rolled me out of bed too early. Zero Dark Thirty wasn't the same when there was no clock, but I was pretty sure that I had just fallen asleep when the first maid entered my room.

I didn't know why. The banquet wasn't until evening. That meant there was no real reason for the maids to be knocking on my door while the moon still lingered in the sky, whispering about morning preparations like I was about to be sacrificed instead of attending a banquet for the Emperor to show off.

Qian'er, the steward that I had chosen, hovered by the edge of my mattress, her hair neatly braided and her eyes sparkling with far too much enthusiasm for someone her age… or this time of day.

"It's still dark," I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. Hell, if they had come with an energy drink or coffee, I might have at least tried to be pleasant, but there wasn't even a single cup of tea in their hands.

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