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Dicen que es un monstruo. Un mito. Un demonio envuelto en piel humana. La llaman la Bruja del Bosque. Deberían haberla llamado una advertencia. Hazel-Anne Davis fue criada en El Patio del Diablo para el fin del mundo—parte humana, parte demonio, completa superviviente, y absolutamente harta de todo. Cuando despierta en el cuerpo moribundo de una niña en un mundo extraño, no llora ni entra en pánico. Construye. Mata. Sobrevive. Las montañas se convierten en su hogar, y ella se convierte en la pesadilla susurrada en tabernas ebrias y consejos de guerra atemorizados. Ningún ejército jamás regresa. Ningún intruso vive. Hasta que los conoció a ellos. Arrastrada de su montaña, drogada y atada en un baúl como algún trofeo bárbaro, Hazel-Anne es forzada a entrar en la resplandeciente prisión de la corte real—un lugar donde las dagas se esconden detrás de abanicos, el veneno se vierte en tazas de porcelana, y se espera obediencia de mujeres que deberían conocer su lugar. Hazel no conoce su lugar. Y si lo conoce, se niega a quedarse en él. Cinco hombres poderosos—cada uno peligroso a su manera—están a punto de aprender que la "bruja" que robaron no es ninguna salvaje. Es más inteligente que ellos. Más letal que sus peores enemigos. Y ha terminado de jugar según las reglas de cualquiera. Ahora todos ellos—el príncipe guerrero con cicatrices, el genio Príncipe Heredero, el general de ojos demoníacos, el asesino en las sombras, y el mercader envuelto en seda y mentiras—tendrán que decidir: ¿Intentarán controlarla? ¿O se arrodillarán ante la tormenta que han desatado? De cualquier manera, al final del día, la Bruja tendrá su venganza.

Sie sagen, sie ist ein Monster. Ein Mythos. Ein Dämon in menschlicher Haut. Sie nennen sie die Hexe im Wald. Sie hätten sie eine Warnung nennen sollen. Hazel-Anne Davis wurde im Spielplatz des Teufels für das Ende der Welt aufgezogen—teils Mensch, teils Dämon, vollständige Überlebenskünstlerin und absolut fertig mit allem. Als sie im sterbenden Körper eines Kindes in einer fremden Welt aufwacht, weint oder panikt sie nicht. Sie baut. Sie tötet. Sie überlebt. Die Berge werden ihr Zuhause, und sie wird zum Albtraum, über den in betrunkenen Tavernen und verängstigten Kriegsräten geflüstert wird. Keine Armee kehrt jemals zurück. Kein Eindringling überlebt. Bis sie ihnen begegnete. Von ihrem Berg verschleppt, betäubt und in einem Koffer wie eine barbarische Trophäe gefesselt, wird Hazel-Anne in das glitzernde Gefängnis des königlichen Hofes gezwungen—ein Ort, an dem sich Dolche hinter Fächern verbergen, Gift in Porzellanschalen gegossen wird und von Frauen Gehorsam erwartet wird, die ihren Platz kennen sollten. Hazel kennt ihren Platz nicht. Und wenn doch, weigert sie sich, dort zu bleiben. Fünf mächtige Männer—jeder auf seine Art gefährlich—sind dabei zu lernen, dass die "Hexe", die sie gestohlen haben, keine Wilde ist. Sie ist klüger als sie. Tödlicher als ihre schlimmsten Feinde. Und sie hat keine Lust mehr, nach den Regeln anderer zu spielen. Jetzt müssen sie alle—der vernarbte Kriegerprinz, der geniale Kronprinz, der dämonenäugige General, der Assassine im Schatten und der in Seide und Lügen gehüllte Händler—entscheiden: Werden sie versuchen, sie zu kontrollieren? Oder werden sie vor dem Sturm knien, den sie entfesselt haben? So oder so, am Ende des Tages wird die Hexe ihre Rache bekommen.

Ils disent qu'elle est un monstre. Un mythe. Un démon enveloppé dans une peau humaine. Ils l'appellent la Sorcière des Bois. Ils auraient dû l'appeler un avertissement. Hazel-Anne Davis a été élevée dans le Terrain de Jeu du Diable pour la fin du monde—mi-humaine, mi-démon, survivante accomplie, et absolument lasse de tout. Quand elle se réveille dans le corps mourant d'un enfant dans un monde étranger, elle ne pleure pas et ne panique pas. Elle construit. Elle tue. Elle survit. Les montagnes deviennent sa maison, et elle devient le cauchemar dont on chuchote dans les tavernes ivres et les conseils de guerre effrayés. Aucune armée ne revient jamais. Aucun intrus ne survit. Jusqu'à ce qu'elle les rencontre. Arrachée de sa montagne, droguée et ligotée dans un coffre comme un trophée barbare, Hazel-Anne est forcée d'entrer dans la prison étincelante de la cour royale—un lieu où les poignards se cachent derrière les éventails, où le poison est versé dans des tasses en porcelaine, et où l'obéissance est attendue des femmes qui devraient connaître leur place. Hazel ne connaît pas sa place. Et si elle la connaît, elle refuse d'y rester. Cinq hommes puissants—chacun dangereux à sa manière—sont sur le point d'apprendre que la "sorcière" qu'ils ont volée n'est pas une sauvage. Elle est plus intelligente qu'eux. Plus mortelle que leurs pires ennemis. Et elle en a fini de jouer selon les règles de quiconque. Maintenant, ils devront tous—le prince guerrier balafré, le Prince Héritier génie, le général aux yeux de démon, l'assassin dans l'ombre, et le marchand enveloppé de soie et de mensonges—décider : Vont-ils essayer de la contrôler ? Ou s'agenouilleront-ils devant la tempête qu'ils ont déchaînée ? Quoi qu'il en soit, à la fin de la journée, la Sorcière aura sa vengeance.

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. Other Novels: Rebirth In the Apocalypse: Third Time's A Charm (Completed) Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story (Completed) Star's Ships (Completed) Part Of Your World (Completed) Dancing with Monsters (Completed) As Silent As A Mouse (Completed) Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel (Completed) The Witch In The Woods: The Transmigration of Hazel-Anne Davis (Ongoing) Seraphina's Revenge (Ongoing)

Davis was betrayed by his girlfriend Rita, who left him for the school playboy and the richest guy in Starship University New York City. Davis promised to avenge all the wrongdoings people had done to him, but never in his wildest dream would he have thought that he would be the heir of the Chen family, the biggest and richest family in China and New York City. Being the heir of the Chen family, Davis' life changed for good and he trampled on all his enemies and everyone who mocked and wronged him. The Davis they once knew is no more the Davis they know now!

Lieutenant Jonny, a thirty-two-year-old soldier, wakes from what he believes is a nightmare of his squad being blown apart by a landmine—only to realize the nightmare was his death. He opens his eyes not on a battlefield, but inside a primitive tent, attended by a young servant girl who calls him Young Master. As fragments of reality settle in, Jonny discovers the impossible truth: he has transmigrated into another world. Now inhabiting the frail body of Xclaimer Windstream, the sickly third son of a powerful duke, Jonny finds himself in the world of Panama, within the borders of the Chulu Kingdom. At just eighteen years old, burdened by an incurable blood disease and a constitution barely fit for survival, he has been cast off to rule a desolate frontier fief—Millville—a vast but undeveloped territory evaluated by the system itself as “Pathetic.” Worse still, Millville has no cities, no towns, only a single struggling village, scattered mining settlements, dwindling food supplies, and minimal security. Jonny commands no real army, only a small militia, sick slaves, and an entourage on the brink of collapse. Just surviving the six-day journey to his fief is a challenge. Yet Jonny is not entirely without hope. Along with his transmigration comes a mysterious System, granting him status panels, quests, territory management tools, and a system shop capable of reshaping destiny—if he can earn enough points. With his military experience, modern mindset, and iron will trapped in a weak noble’s body, Jonny must navigate political exile, physical frailty, and a crumbling territory. From a dying noble scion to a potential ruler of a land the size of a nation, Jonny’s struggle begins with a single question: Can a broken body, a ruined fief, and a ruthless system be forged into an empire? This is the story of survival, strategy, and conquest—starting from nothing.

Politik dan keserekahan ... Saat dunia mengalami kedamaian Era kedamaian itu mulai Lenyap oleh mereka yang serakah memainkan nya seperti pion dalam catur . Cerita dimana fantasi dan intrik terjadi memegang tempu anatara kekuasaan

Just a story of Amuris life. How she gain friends, what she did to give her love ones a better place to live, how she like a man so badly, and is she willing to give up the man she loves to be happy with the person Amuris believes will give them lifetime happiness.

The boy knew the cruelty of life, but with the Warlocks he thought that this cruelty was still inferior. Greed, envy, hatred ... everything was worth to obtain KNOWLEDGE AND POWER. ... Noru came back to life in Sach. Now he will make his way in the cruel Witch World. "KNOWLEDGE IS POWER!" ... “Boy, you have willpower. But let me tell you that the way of the Sorcerer is not an easy thing, all the cruelty that you know so far is only part of what you will know when entering our world, do you still want to continue? " "Yes" ===================================== If you have entered and read this far, I thank you very much, and I hope you can support this novel that I have created with dedication. Your author _INTI_ thanks you Note: Regarding the language, I know that this page is basically in English, but this is not a language that I am very fluent in and I do not want to be criticized for bad grammar and that. I read novels here with google translation and although it is not perfect at least I understand. The language in which I write is Latin or Spanish and if you want to read it, just translate it into English. I hope the translation is good and understandable. Thanks. .... Si haz entrado y leído hasta aquí ,te agradezco enormemente , y espero puedas apoyar esta novela que con dedicación he creado. Te lo agradece tu autor _INTI_ Nota: Con respecto al idioma, yo sé que esta página es básicamente en inglés, pero este no es un idioma que domino mucho y no quiero que me critiquen por la mala gramática y ello. Yo leo novelas aquí con traducción de google y aunque no es perfecto al menos entiendo. El idioma en el que escribo es el Latino o Español y si quieren leerlo solo tradúzcanlo al inglés. Espero la traducción sea buena y entendible. Gracias. ================== La imagen no me pertenece, fue una descargada de google y luego modificada. Todos los derechos son del artista Rohan Balkar.

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...