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Luffy Scarf

Scarlet Soul

In the rain-soaked shadows of Nocturne City, where vampires and werewolves wage eternal war under neon lights, Nyx prowls as a lone bounty hunter. An enigma with olive skin, raven-black hair, and silver-grey eyes that pierce the darkness, she hides her ethereal beauty behind a crimson chiffon scarf and hooded leather jacket. Her lithe frame belies a lethal strength, her callused hands wielding a dagger infused with unstable blood magic. Nyx is no ordinary half-vampire—she can daywalk, a rare gift that marks her as something more. Unbeknownst to her, the scarf pulses with her mother’s essence, a supreme vampire-witch from a massacred royal bloodline, while a gold signet ring on a leather cord holds the key to her heritage. Haunted by an unguided power and raised by Selene, a centuries-old witch disguised as a spunky bartender with raven curls and emerald eyes, Nyx survives on wits and bounties. Selene, bound by a debt to Nyx’s family, loves her like a daughter but guards secrets that could unravel everything. Enter Cale, a rogue werewolf alpha built like a brick shithouse with bronze skin, medium-length wavy chestnut hair, and amber eyes that burn like molten bronze. His silver-grey tattoo—a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s claw—and matte tungsten rune ring hint at his ancient dynasty and black-market empire. Uber-wealthy and a notorious player, Cale has never felt the cosmic pull that strikes him upon meeting Nyx. It’s an unbelievable, new sensation—a thrumming energy that stirs arousal and destiny, drawing him inexorably closer. He’s born for her, she for him, fated equals destined to rule Nocturne. When Council enforcers—wraithkin horrors—attack The Moon’s Fang, Nyx and Cale’s paths collide in a storm of magic and claws. As Nyx unleashes her power, defying Cale’s protective instincts, he witnesses her fierce independence. She doesn’t need rescuing; she needs her match. But the pull between them, unacknowledged yet exciting, awakens her full potential, threatening to expose her royal blood and ignite a war. Together, they must navigate betrayal, forbidden alliances, and an ancient prophecy, forging a bond that could shatter the city—or claim it as their own.
kel_3536 · 2.1K Views

The Heavenly Martial Empress Returns: An OP Xianxia Returnee LitRPG

Have you ever wondered what would happen if the pinnacle of a Xianxia Cultivation Story appears in the middle of a post-apocalyptic system and tower climbing setting, without having lost her powers, unrestrained, and invincible? Bing Xue spent eleven thousand years in the world of Murim, ascending to become the pinnacle after countless hardships, blood, and tears, and sacrificing her own humanity in the process. However, she was incapable of ascending into the Immemorial Primordial Void Realm; incapable of escaping the Heavenly Will's influence, she gambled it all on a single decision, escaping into the Outer Cosmos with her last remaining energies. Despite thinking her long journey was coming to an end, a black hole teleports her back to Earth out of nowhere! However, things on her home planet are much different than before. The Tower now exists, connecting Earth with countless other worlds. Monsters come out of Dimensional Gates, threatening humanity, and awakened people named Players climb the Tower in hopes of saving humanity from destruction. After learning that her mother and her sister are still alive, Bing Xue will use the overwhelming and supreme might she has cultivated for eleven thousand years to destroy the tower, slay the gods that govern it, and save Earth from its untimely demise. The System? She will fold it and make a fashionable scarf with it! The Administrators? They might become her new pets. The Monsters? Nothing but ants that die immediately by merely touching her Immortal Aura. The Hunters? If they behave, she might make them her disciples and teach them to cultivate the Heavenly Dao, so they don’t rely too much on the System. The Hostile Players? Just flies she’ll slap to death with a gentle wave of her hands. And the Gods? Merely aperitives for her ever-growing Divinity! During its serialization, this novel will be available for free forever, no premium. However, you can read advanced chapters here: https://www.patreon.com/pancakeswitch Copyright 2023 PancakesWitch. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a review. This novel is also being posted on Scribblehub and Royal Road. If you see it anywhere else, please let me know. Thank you.
PancakesWitch · 1.2M Views

"Ashless: Rise of the Hidden Mage"

The Mage Without Magic In a world where magic is everything... he was born with nothing. In Elarion, magic isn’t just power — it’s breath, identity, and destiny. From glowing cities in the sky to blades forged from starlight, every soul is connected to the Mana Web — except one. Nezutsu. The only child in history to be born Ashless. Powerless. Magicless. Worthless. Mocked. Feared. Forgotten. Even the weakest ant can cast a spell… but Nezutsu? He’s not even considered human. But beneath his cursed fate lies something far more dangerous than magic — A secret sealed by the gods, a power buried so deep that even the heavens tremble at the thought of its return. He doesn’t seek revenge. He doesn’t crave glory. But when the world turns its back on him… he walks straight into the darkness it fears. As ancient legends reawaken, dark empires rise, and forbidden truths begin to crack the foundation of reality itself — the boy without magic may become the one force that decides the fate of all magic. Some powers aren’t meant to be seen. Some destinies aren’t meant to be written. And some mages… shouldn’t exist at all. Why you’ll be obsessed with The Mage Without Magic: A heart-wrenching journey from zero to legendary A slow-burning romance full of longing, sacrifice, and fate A 500-chapter saga with a hidden power that won’t surface until you’ve fallen deep into the story Every chapter ends in a cliffhanger — and you won’t be able to stop Ancient gods, magical rankings, secret bloodlines, and a hero who defies everything Will you walk with the powerless boy? Or will you stand against the storm he’s about to become?
Luffy_8709 · 21.7K Views

One pieces

Chapter 1: The Boy in the Barrel A calm sea. A single barrel floated under the blazing sun. The silence of the sea shattered when a pirate ship cut through the waves, its crew rowdy and wild. Inside the barrel? A boy with a straw hat, sound asleep. Elsewhere on the ship, Alvida, a cruel pirate captain with a giant iron mace, roared orders at her trembling crew. Among them was a small boy named Coby, forced into servitude. He dreamed of joining the Navy but was trapped under Alvida's thumb. Suddenly, the crew found the barrel. Curious, they opened it—and Monkey D. Luffy popped out with a cheerful grin. “I’m hungry!” Chaos followed. Luffy didn’t fear the pirates. In fact, when Alvida confronted him with her mace, he stood firm. “I’m gonna be King of the Pirates!” he shouted. Alvida struck—but her weapon bounced off. Luffy stretched and punched her away, shocking everyone. He had eaten the Gomu Gomu no Mi, a Devil Fruit that made his body rubber. Coby couldn’t believe it. Luffy wasn’t scared of anything—not even Alvida. When Luffy learned Coby wanted to join the Navy, he encouraged him to follow his dream. As the sun set, Luffy set sail with Coby. He looked to the horizon, pointing forward. “I need to find a crew. My journey’s just beginning!” And so, the boy in the barrel sailed toward Sure! Writing each One Piece episode as a chapter is a massive project, as the anime has over 1,000 episodes. To get you started, I can help write the first few chapters, each based on one episode, in a story format. Here’s Chapter 1, based on Episode 1: “I’m Luffy! The Man Who’s Gonna Be King of the Pirates!” Chapter 1: The Boy in the Barrel A calm sea. A single barrel floated under the blazing sun. The silence of the sea shattered when a pirate ship cut through the waves, its crew rowdy and wild. Inside the barrel? A boy with a straw hat, sound asleep. Elsewhere on the ship, Alvida, a cruel pirate captain with a giant iron mace, roared orders at her trembling crew. Among them was a small boy named Coby, forced into servitude. He dreamed of joining the Navy but was trapped under Alvida's thumb. Suddenly, the crew found the barrel. Curious, they opened it—and Monkey D. Luffy popped out with a cheerful grin. “I’m hungry!” Chaos followed. Luffy didn’t fear the pirates. In fact, when Alvida confronted him with her mace, he stood firm. “I’m gonna be King of the Pirates!” he shouted. Alvida struck—but her weapon bounced off. Luffy stretched and punched her away, shocking everyone. He had eaten the Gomu Gomu no Mi, a Devil Fruit that made his body rubber. Coby couldn’t believe it. Luffy wasn’t scared of anything—not even Alvida. When Luffy learned Coby wanted to join the Navy, he encouraged him to follow his dream. As the sun set, Luffy set sail with Coby. He looked to the horizon, pointing forward. “I need to find a crew. My journey’s just beginning!” And so, the boy in the barrel sailed toward destiny. Would you like me to continue with Chapter 2
Charles_Oladosu · 3.2K Views

The Ashen Wrath

"Ashen Wrath: Rise of Raizen" GENRES: Shonen, Seinen, Supernatural, Action, Dark Fantasy, Tragedy --- SETTING: A modern dystopian world, split into nine continents, each ruled by a Wrath God—members of the tyrannical World 9. Their rule is brutal, enforcing control through fear, hatred, and destruction. These “gods” are the strongest Wrath Essence users alive and rule with an iron fist, eradicating any threat to their power. Beneath the surface, whispers echo of a prophesied being who will one day rise with enough Wrath Essence to bring ruin to the World 9—the Ashen Wrath. --- PROTAGONIST: Raizen Age: 24 Appearance: Feminine and androgynous femboy with long silver hair, glowing wrath tattoos, and a monk’s tattered robes. Personality: Formerly calm, patient, and loving; now tormented, cold, and focused, yet still hides flickers of the father he once was. Backstory: A once-loving adoptive father and monk betrayed by Kyros, his childhood friend and the leader of the World 9. Branded as the prophesied Ashen Wrath, his family was slaughtered for harboring him. Left to die, Raizen awakened his Wrath Essence, a raw power born of betrayal, love, and loss. Goal: To burn down the World 9, become the Ashen Wrath, and exact judgment on the gods who ruined the world. Abilities: Ashen Howl: Emits a devastating roar fueled by pure Wrath Essence. Infernal Lotus: A high-speed, brutal martial art powered by wrath and chakra-like focus. Memory Split: A meditative combat style that lets him momentarily foresee an enemy’s movements. Wrath Incarnate: Berserk form that risks erasing his remaining humanity. --- DEUTERAGONIST: Sora Personality: Flirtatious, calm, hilarious, and goofy, but a deadly fighter when needed. Fighting Style: Pure leg-based martial arts imbued with Hate Essence; his kicks bend air pressure and space. Abilities: Hollow Spiral Kick: Creates a black vortex that erases matter. Zero Field Flip: Mid-air teleportation using rage-powered leg force. Role: Raizen’s opposite and best friend—he reminds Raizen of humanity, laughter, and love. --- MASTER: Kuro Aizashi Role: The mentor of the team, exiled after trying to rebel against the World 9. Power: Essence Cancellation—can nullify any transformation, technique, or essence-based move by looking directly at the target. Weapon: A multi-seal scarf laced with wrath-nullifying ink. Personality: Dry, observant, but deeply protective. --- VILLAIN: Lord Kyros Role: Leader of the World 9, Raizen’s former best friend. Appearance: Elegant, armored, with a single cracked mask over his left eye. Personality: Manipulative, philosophical, and cruelly elegant. Believes the world needs to be ruled through absolute hatred to survive. Power: Godflame Wrath: A black fire technique that devours even other wrath essences. Mirror Dominion: Can rewrite memories and twist reality within a set radius. Eye of Genesis: Can predict fate and “burn” the future he doesn't like. --- LOVE INTERESTS: Seraphina Role: Raizen’s love interest, stoic warrior and last surviving Valkyrie. Abilities: Uses divine blades forged from hatred and protection. Personality: Cold, intelligent, with moments of fierce tenderness. Secretly loves Raizen back. Raizen’s Feelings: Deep love hidden behind indifference. Dr. Reina Role: Sora’s love interest and the team’s doctor. Abilities: Can weaponize hate as blood manipulation. Uses chakra threads and pressure bursts. Personality: Blunt, sharp-tongued, and has a soft spot for Sora’s ridiculous flirting. --- ALLY: Silverdeath Role: Evolved Deathbringer demon who joins the party for a constant supply of chocolate. Personality: Sadistic, funny, refined, and unpredictable. powers: Oblivion Grin: Turns anything he smiles at into ash. Masochistic Surge: Grows stronger the more pain he feels. Motivation: Claims he’s just "bored," but hints he knows the truth of the prophecy
Kitso_Jonas_1st · 11.4K Views

The Tower of Destiny

The Legend of the Seven Fates… There once was an ancient library filled with all the knowledge in the world. The keepers of that library were the fates.       The fates were named Regalia, Clara, Melodie, Amara, Mia, Desirae, and Gailia. The fates were tasked with knitting scarves for the destiny of all mortals with plain material like wool, cotton, and yarn. One day the fates get an anonymous gift and the youngest fate, Gailia opens it.       Since Gailia is a fabled fate, fearless and immortal, she pulls on the string of the glowing box without caring to read the letter that was sent along with it. Gailia sees a glittering purple silk laying in the box and quickly stops knitting her boring destinies to make her new masterpiece.       As Gailia knits her new scarf Desirae, the sixth fate, takes note and decides she wants a masterpiece too. So Desirae stops knitting her plain cotton destiny and chooses a sparkling sapphire silk instead.      Mia, the fifth fate, walks by while knitting her almost finished yarn scarf and is drawn to a fiery looking carnelian. Mia sits down next to her two sisters and starts to finish this nearly finished scarf with the new and energetic carnelian.      But the fourth fate, Amara, is tired of not getting enough attention as the middle most fate. So Amara plans to knit her next mortal destiny as well as she can manage with a strong deep black diamond silk.       Melodie, the third fate, gasps at her sister’s neglect in knitting mortal destinies and grabs a deep emerald silk to show her older sisters. But the power in the silk overwhelms her and she instead collapses on the ground. Not knowing what else to do she skillfully knits a complex and delicate pattern into her newly acquired powerful jade silk.      Clara, the sixth fate, walks by and notices her sisters knitting something beautiful with a strange new material. Clara knows she’s never seen anything like these materials so she shouts for her eldest sister. Regalia, the oldest, knows what has happened and instantly goes over towards her younger siblings.       Regalia hopes that she can make it in time to stop Clara from falling into this trap as well. But as Regalia bursts into the library her skin turns pale. All of her younger siblings are knitting part of their lives into mortal destinies.  Even Clara is standing a few feet in front of Regalia knitting a destiny out of shining gold and silver. Regalia nods because her sisters have already chosen their paths.      Regalia wakes her sisters and picks up a dull and colorless grey silk that pulses with raw potential. The sisters know their mistake and follow Regalia as they knit a prophecy over top of the silks.       The seven fates knit a faith-filled prophecy out of the stable earthly silk and connect this to a place they call The Tower of Destiny. They write down that one day the chosen will unseal the library of knowledge at the top of The Tower.      They can only hope that whoever does this will be kind enough to revive them so that they can continue knitting mortals in order to save the world. Though as the sisters take their last breath before slumber that can’t help but have faith.
The_Ninth_Fate · 16.2K Views

Beneath a painted sky

A small coastal town in Oregon, known for its breathtaking sunsets and charming, tight-knit community. The wind carried the scent of salt and memory as Clara Hart drove into the small coastal town of Haven Bay. The ocean stretched endlessly to her left, crashing against the rocky cliffs like it was trying to speak. In her rearview mirror, the towering skyline of New York City was already a distant ghost, swallowed by the miles of winding roads and fading autumn leaves. She hadn’t been back in ten years. The town hadn’t changed much. Same crooked street signs. Same weatherworn buildings, their facades softened by sea air and time. The same old bakery with the sun-bleached awning. Her heart twisted at the sight of it all—familiar, yet foreign. Clara slowed her car as she reached the heart of town. She passed the art supply shop Mrs. Dorsey had owned since Clara was a kid. A hand-painted sign hung in the window: Welcome Home, Clara. Her chest tightened. Somehow, news traveled faster here than anywhere else. She turned onto Windmere Lane, the road lined with cedar trees that led up to her grandmother’s house. Or rather, what had been her grandmother’s house. The two-story cottage sat quietly beneath the sky, wrapped in ivy, its shutters flaking white paint. It looked just as it had in her dreams. Clara pulled into the gravel driveway and cut the engine. For a long moment, she sat still, hands on the steering wheel, unwilling to open the door. The house was a time capsule. A sanctuary. A tomb. She stepped out, gravel crunching beneath her boots, and approached the front porch. Her fingers brushed the wood railing—faded, but solid. She remembered sitting here as a little girl, painting sunsets while her grandmother read poetry aloud. The key was still under the third flowerpot, just like always. Inside, the air smelled faintly of lavender and dust. The living room was filled with sunlight, casting warm pools on the hardwood floor. Her grandmother’s rocking chair sat in the corner, unmoved. Clara dropped her bag by the door and walked slowly through the space, her fingers trailing along the furniture, the books, the picture frames that hadn’t been touched in months. When she reached the kitchen, a note pinned to the fridge caught her eye. "Clara – Welcome home. If you need anything, you know where to find me. – Eli" Clara stared at the note. Eli Morgan. The name rippled through her like a forgotten melody. He had been her childhood friend—the boy next door with kind eyes and a crooked smile. They’d spent summers chasing fireflies and winters building snow forts. Then high school happened, and life happened, and she had left without saying goodbye. She hadn’t heard his name in years. Clara set the note down and walked to the window above the sink. From there, she could just make out the old Morgan house across the field—tucked behind a row of pine trees, its roof sagging a little more than she remembered. Smoke curled gently from the chimney. A decade had passed, but some things, it seemed, refused to change. She unpacked slowly that afternoon, one room at a time. Each item she uncovered—an old painting, a worn book, a chipped mug—was a relic of a life she’d once known. She placed everything with care, as though reassembling pieces of her grandmother’s memory would somehow make the loss hurt less. By late afternoon, the sun had dipped low in the sky, casting golden light over the porch. Clara stood with a mug of tea in her hands, wrapped in a thick cardigan, watching as the wind rippled through the grass. A small voice drifted through the air, faint at first, then clearer. A little girl was laughing. Clara peered around the porch post. A child—maybe six or seven—darted through the field with a stick in one hand and a red scarf trailing behind her like a comet. Behind her, a tall figure followed at a slower pace. Eli. Clara’s breath caught. He was broader than she remembered, his frame solid with years of labor. His hair was a little d
Ikisa_Glory · 6.5K Views
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