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Yuri On Ice Pen

Tread Lightly on Thawing Ice

Title:섭우춘빙 (Seop Woo Chun Bing) Author: 밤꾀꼬리 Description: *Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.
happyyyyal · 95K Views

Married To Miss Ice Queen

Mimi's just a regular high school girl... kind of. Cute, sweet, and always glowing in her soft Douyin makeup, she's the type who smiles at strangers and leaves little heart stickers on everything she owns. With golden blonde streaks in her black hair and a closet full of pastel skirts, she's basically a walking filter. But her world flips upside down when her parents suddenly drop a bomb: she's getting married. To a Russian CEO. Who's ten years older. And doesn't even like her. Kijo Volkov is cold, ruthless, and way too busy running her billion-dollar company to care about romance - especially not with some high school girl who thinks love is pink and sparkly. She didn't even show up to their wedding night. Just signed the papers, handed over the penthouse keys, and went back to work like nothing happened. Now Mimi's living in her apartment, completely alone. Every morning she wakes up early to cook breakfast for a wife who never shows up. She goes to school, comes home, makes lunch, and waits. Kijo never texts. Never calls. Barely speaks. But Mimi doesn't give up easily. Even if her wife is cold, Mimi's heart is warm. Even if they barely speak... they still live under one roof. And this marriage? It's legally binding. She didn't ask for this. Neither did Kijo. But fate doesn't care what they want. And hearts don't stay frozen forever. This is a slow-burn, age-gap, enemies-to-lovers sapphic romance filled with tension, emotional walls, late-night gazes... and yes, NSFW scenes throughout. GL (Girl x Girl) Mature / 18+ content Slow burn romance with spice Cold CEO x Soft Schoolgirl vibes
J1ji_j1 · 17.6K Views

WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
vickysfantasy · 8.4K Views

THE SECLUSION OF PENS

Title: The Seclusion of Pens For six long years, Pens had lived in isolation, hidden away in a secluded mountain retreat where time seemed to stretch endlessly. The walls of her small cabin were lined with books, maps, and remnants of a life she barely remembered. The only sounds were the rustling trees and the occasional howl of the wind through the narrow valley. She had once been someone—someone important, perhaps even powerful—but now, she was just a ghost, forced to pretend she was dead to the world. She had never been given the full truth, only fragments of explanations whispered to her before she was taken away. "For your safety," they had said. "For the greater good," they had insisted. But what was this greater good that required her to vanish from existence? Why did she have to live like a shadow, watching the world from the edge of oblivion? Pens had spent years trying to piece together the mystery of her exile. Was she a fugitive? A missing heiress? A pawn in some unseen war? Every possibility seemed more absurd than the last. She had trained in secret, sharpening her mind, her body, and her instincts, preparing for the day she could break free. But the world had not forgotten her entirely—there was still the promise. Every six months, a messenger arrived at dusk, cloaked in secrecy, delivering a single cryptic letter. Sometimes, it contained nothing more than a warning. Other times, it offered hints of the life she had left behind. But always, without fail, it ended with the same words: "You may go out once. Just once." It was a cruel allowance—one fleeting night of freedom before returning to her prison. Each time, she ventured beyond the mountains, blending into crowds, searching for answers. Each time, she returned with more questions than before. As the sun set on another six-month mark, Pens stood at the threshold of her hidden world, gripping the newest letter in her hands. This time, it was different. The words on the page were urgent, almost desperate: "You must leave. Do not return. The promise is broken." Her heart pounded. For the first time in six years, she wasn’t just being given a night of freedom. She was being told to run.
Beelliant · 5.3K Views

Sleeping-Death Pen: Medieval Mental Warfare

"The man whose name is written by this pen shall die. But if the condition provided beside the name cometh to pass, the man shall rise again and come back to life." Those were the rules... "Armed with it, I can create a world where what happened to my parents will never occur again." In a brutal medieval kingdom where people don't believe in magic anymore and justice is fleeting, a genius teenager, named Emery Caffy, discovers a mysterious pen amidst the ruins of his parents' murder. They were slain by a man who had already served his sentence—released, reformed on paper, but not in truth. A repeat offender who took everything from the young man... Now, with the pen in hand, Emery enacts his own form of justice: each newly freed criminal is killed, their names etched in ink beside a single, carefully chosen, condition. His crusade begins to unsettle the kingdom’s delicate order, drawing fear, anger, and eventually, action. To stop him, the crown unleashes its most feared weapon: the kingdom’s deadliest and most decorated witch hunter, a highly intelligent and ruthless man with no mercy and a record of bringing rogue witchers and witches to their knees. Now, with the hunter closing in and the kingdom branding him a threat to order, the young man engages in a deadly game of wits—one where a single mistake could mean execution. The Deadliest Witch Hunter VS A homeless teenager bent on revenge In a thrillingly epic battle of wits that will determine the fate of the kingdom!
seiyu24 · 10.9K Views
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