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Yuri On Ice A Night In Barcelona

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

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

Echoes in the Long Night

As the Arctic ice caps crumble under catastrophic global warming, the ancient "Pandora Virus" — buried for millennia — unleashes hell on Earth. Chen Mo, a history student in a drowsy lecture hall, watches civilization collapse into blood-soaked chaos: the infected rise as ravenous horrors, cities become graveyards, and humanity’s darkest instincts erupt in the ruins. Armed with a fire axe, Chen Mo battles through his zombified campus with medical prodigy Lin Wei, campus beauty Su Qing, and other survivors. Betrayal and sacrifice shatter their fragile sanctuary, forcing Chen Mo on a desperate quest to find his family. In a warlord-controlled bunker, he discovers his parents died protecting the weak in a mutant-infested quarantine zone. Inheriting their resolve, Chen Mo transforms from survivor to guardian, forging the bunker into a beacon of hope called "New Haven." But its light attracts the genocidal cult "The Purifiers," igniting holy war. To reach humanity’s last stronghold — the subterranean fortress "Kunlun Base" — Chen Mo leads an elite squad across the wasteland. Through sand-choked ruins, slaver pits, and the Purifiers’ mobile fortresses, they recruit allies: a survivalist hunter, a mechanic duo, and "Shadow," a wanderer marked by secrets. Each victory comes at a cost. Within Kunlun’s ordered utopia, Chen Mo uncovers deadlier threats: factional power struggles, unethical virus-weapon experiments, and the cult’s "Prophet" who commands the infected. When intel reveals Pandora’s origin lies in an Arctic ice vault, Chen Mo launches a suicidal expedition. In the frozen lab ruins, he confronts the Prophet — a virus-human hybrid — and sacrifices comrades to destroy the hive. The "Primordial Strain" he retrieves could be humanity’s cure... or ultimate doom. As Kunlun’s leadership fractures and New Haven simmers with discord, a new power emerges from the West: the technocratic dystopia "Eden." The long night endures. Every echo of human survival etches a new epoch in the darkness.
CHIYIU · 4.3K Views

Curing My Comatose Husband On Our Wedding Night

Second Young Master Shen, the richest man in the capital, was a living man in a vegetative state. He had been lying in bed for seven years. Old Master Shen had chanced upon a fortune teller who claimed that the daughter of a widow living in the countryside with the surname Wang could bring Second Young Master Shen good fortune. Maybe he might still have a chance to live. This widow with the surname Wang was Qu Yue's adoptive mother. Her adoptive mother could not bear to part with her precious daughter, so she coerced Qu Yue to marry into the Shen family. "Your younger sister has a good boyfriend and is currently pregnant. If she marries over, the Shen family will not let us off! We've raised you for so many years, and now we're sending you to be the young lady of a wealthy family. What else do you have to be unsatisfied about?" Eventually, Qu Yue became the bride that was supposed to turn the Shen family's misfortune around. She knew that once she was sent to the Shen family, she would become the scapegoat if she could not cure Second Young Master Shen's illness. Everyone was waiting to see this ridiculous superstition fail. Unexpectedly, Second Young Master Shen awakened on the night of their marriage. Even so, there were still people who laughed at how the Second Young Mistress was a country bumpkin. The next day, someone revealed that the Second Young Mistress, Qu Yue, had the face of an angel but the body of a succubus. The public continued to lash out at her. "No matter how good looking she is, she's just a flower vase. Second Young Master Shen would never fall for a woman who came from the countryside like her." Despite the rumors, Shen Ting defended her. "My precious wife is my lucky star. Today, all the lights in the streets light up for you, Yue'er."
ACEE · 127K Views

A NIGHT TO DANCE IN BLOOD: The Red Diary.

Betty. See how boring that name sounds? Yeah. Her life matched it—ordinary, mundane, painfully unremarkable. Except for one tiny detail: her father was an Oscar-winning horror movie producer. But even that didn’t make her special. She was the epitome of antisocial. She sucked at communicating, hated sweets, hated socializing, and couldn’t wait for high school to end. Invisible, unnoticeable, she was the girl whose name no one remembered—the ultimate side character. But there was one thing she loved: fantasy novels. They were her escape, her sanctuary. Hours melted away as she lost herself in their pages, building castles in her mind far from the dullness of reality. Then came Maxon Dax Eryx. Marked with the blood of the First Vampire, he was destined for power—and doom. Resented by the vampires of the High Realm, he became the prey in a deadly game of survival. His brothers sought to end him, fearing the prophecy that foretold the union of his blood with the True Blood—a force so powerful it could eclipse any immortal being. If his blood and the True Blood united, it would grant the bearer unimaginable power—the ability to walk in the sun, to rule over every creature, ghost, witch, werewolf, and vampire alike. The human realm—Betty’s world—teeters on the brink of chaos as vampires grow restless in their hunger for dominance. Amidst this turmoil, Betty and Eryx’s worlds collide. She’s the invisible girl no one notices. He’s the hunted prince of a dying lineage. Together, they are an anomaly—a pair that shouldn’t exist, a force the High Realm never saw coming. A red string binds them. In blood and battles, they are shackled. Destiny entwined, doom entwined. But when fate throws them into the path of danger and desire, they find themselves caught in a whirlwind of bloodlust, betrayal, and romance. As the hunt begins, their bond grows deeper—a fiery connection that threatens to shatter everything they thought they knew about themselves. Can Betty find her voice and her strength in a world that sees her as nothing? Can Eryx outrun his brothers and unlock the secret of his destiny before it’s too late? When the moon rises and blood spills, they will have only one night to decide: fight together or perish apart. This is their story—a story of forbidden love, ancient prophecies, and a dance that could change the fate of both their worlds forever.
kennedydaphne900 · 1K Views
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