Blood & Fur - Chapter Thirteen: Flowers of Evil

An ultimate warrior, the one and only Alchemy Emperor, Ling Han, died in his quest to achieve godhood. Ten thousands years later, he, with the ‘Invincible Heaven Scroll’, was reborn in the body of a young man with the same name. From then on, winds and clouds moved as he set himself against the uncountable geniuses of this new era. His path of becoming a legend has begun once more. Of all eras underneath the heavens, I am the strongest!

- Description from Novelupdates

A 24-year-old woman traveled to the novel world due to a plane crash. She takes over the body of a cannon fodder who bears the same name as her. She traveled to a time when everything was scarce. The moment she opened her eyes, she was told that in two months, she would marry a lame man.Flustered girl : “Why didn't anyone tell me that my fiancé is so good-looking?”Proud fiancé : “Baby, I'm glad you like my face and body. Shall I warm your bed now?”Confused girl : “Didn't they say you are a cripple? How can you move so vigorously?”Vigorous husband : “Where did you hear such rumors? It seems that I need to prove myself to you.”Shy girl : “So shameless...”

Ji Ling, who was transmigrated into the notorious body, after settling the foreign debts owed by the original owner, was persecuted by peach blossom debts before, and then had a mother who wanted to exchange her for money.

Suddenly, in order to repay her kindness, Ji Ling married her benefactor’s grandson, an elderly young man, in a flash marriage.

In the days after marriage, she summed it up in one sentence: My daily life with the face-blind old rooster.

Gan! !

- Description from novelbuddy

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.