drowned woods

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)

A horror fantasy story that follows the journey of a young woman named Elena, who ventures into a dark and foreboding forest to seek out the infamous Baba Yaga, a witch of great power and terror. Elena is desperate to find a cure for her ailing sister, and believes that only the Baba Yaga can provide the magic needed to heal her. As Elena makes her way through the twisted and tangled woods, she encounters a variety of supernatural creatures and obstacles that test her courage and determination. She is aided by a mysterious guide, who seems to know more about the Baba Yaga than he is willing to reveal. When Elena finally arrives at the Baba Yaga's chicken-legged hut, she finds herself face-to-face with the witch herself, who demands a high price for her services. Elena must navigate a dangerous game of wits and bargaining in order to secure the help she needs, but the Baba Yaga's motives and intentions remain shrouded in mystery. As Elena delves deeper into the world of magic and the supernatural, she realizes that the Baba Yaga is not the only threat lurking in the woods. Dark forces are gathering, and Elena must use all her cunning and bravery to survive the challenges ahead. In the end, Elena must make a choice that will determine the fate of herself and her sister, as well as the very fabric of the world itself. Will she be able to outwit the Baba Yaga and emerge victorious, or will she fall prey to the dark powers that seek to consume her?

"Darling." He smirked and eyed my lips. "Promises can be broken." "I don't break promises," I aimed to assure. "I know because I know you." He stretched his palm to caress my chin and this time, I didn't flinch. "How?" I croaked. "Because I've watched you." His hand moved to brush my hair away from my face. "I know about your schedule, when you sleep, how you like your tea, how you interact with strangers, even down to the kind of shampoo you use." He is a stalker, get away from him! My subconscious screamed at me Instead of me to do that, I did the opposite by asking. "Why, do you know all these?" He simply chuckled and inched his face closer, we stared into each other's eyes for what felt like a decade before he shifted to my ear and whispered. "Because you are my mate." ^^^^^^^^^^^^ Tanya Marie Andre. A female writer who has read many werewolf books but never believed them to be real. Diego Dante Domino. An Alpha who has searched for his mate for centuries. Dive in to see how everything turns out. Warning: Mature scenes

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “By the gods, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs, and I realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form, but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past is a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

In the world of Lumen, a land of diverse luminants and warring factions beset by monstrous threats, a daring trio sets out to uncover its secrets. Kounéli Atsáli, Velvet Isabella, and Leonardo Zeshi are explorers driven by curiosity and a shared desire to unite the fragmented world. As they journey through perilous territories and confront ancient evils, their bond is tested, revealing hidden truths about themselves and the light and darkness that shape Lumen's fate.

Gods are awakening. Rising from the deep are creatures of destruction and creation Three teens embark on a journey. Marisol, Jaime ,and Jimena take on trials to achieve priesthood in the new era of gods.

The Four Gods, with their vast territory, are the most powerful country on the continent. However, to the north is Pisan, the second most powerful country after it. There are too many borders and hostile relations between them, which completely restrict the development of the Four Gods; To its west, across the bottomless canyon of the abyss, lies Venier, a country on another continent known for its academic and peaceful nature, which does not stockpile troops, does not resist, and has lived in peace under the mutual restraint of the other three countries; To the east of the Four Gods, across the shallow strait, is Berudendi, known as the land of Magic, with towering mountains to the north, endless marshes to the east, and the sea to the west, though much weaker than the Four Gods, it only needs to defend the west coast facing the Four Gods, though it has no power to contend. But it is no longer an easy piece of meat to chew

The water rose. So did the stakes. For forty-three days Anja’s life was a litany—measure the tide, count the rations, flash a mirror into the grey hoping someone answers. When a sealed blue barrel appears, it brings medicine and a map to the Lifeline Cooperative. It also unwraps a truth far worse than hunger: the red tide is not a sickness of the ocean but an instrument—deployed with intent from a rusted refinery. Now Anja is pulled from survival’s quiet grind into a high-risk, two-front operation. Sabotage could destroy the refinery’s food and save thousands—but the cost might be the seed bank that secures a future. The Cooperative’s leaders debate whether to strike or to flee with the intel; meanwhile, raiders circle, a traitor walks among them, and the lifelines that once meant salvation become tinder for war. This is a novel of quick, dangerous choices: a daring raid through metal catacombs, a moral calculus that asks what you sacrifice to keep people alive, and the fierce, small acts of humanity that refuse to drown even when the horizon has gone.

When a failed archivist inherits a reality-editing ledger from a dead “saint,” he’s drafted into a secret European inquisition where every ritual oath grants power—and carves a little more of his soul for the gods wearing human myths like masks.

Everyone knows fairy tales, they are read to us as children. Every fairy tale has a happy ending, or at least our versions do. This isn't an ordinary fairy tale, there is no 'happy ending', only lies and stories that make us believe there is. Follow the story of four teens that were about to start a war.