Rocma Ice Scream

The world remembers him only in whispers. In stories meant to frighten children. In scriptures sealed behind church vaults. In the charred ruins of cities that dared to stand tall. They call him many things. The Lord of Endless Midnight. The Sovereign of Ashes. The Demon of the Last Light. No one speaks the name he once bore. No one remembers the man. His throne sits atop a black citadel built where no grass grows. No birds sing above it. No stars shine above its towers. The land around it decays — not because he wills it, but because the gods themselves turned their eyes away from him. He does not speak. He does not smile. He does not sleep. Only once in a while, when the flames of war flicker low, he dreams — and the world trembles. In those dreams, there is no blood. Only a woman’s laughter, soft and warm. A child running through wildflowers. A fire in a hearth that smells like safety. Faces blurred by time, yet never truly forgotten. He wakes. He feels nothing. And so he marches again. The world believes he seeks conquest. That he wishes to drown the continent in darkness. But that is not the truth. The truth is worse. He is not here to rule. He is here to erase. To burn the world that betrayed him, not out of hatred… but because it no longer deserves to exist. He tried to protect it once. He begged. He bled. He trusted. And for that, they fed him to the flame — and made him need the darkness. It was not always like this. He was not always this. He once had a name. He once had a family. He once had a friend who called him brother. They are gone now. He remains. Not Kael Viremont, the Duke of the Western Vale. No. That man died in chains of ash and blood. What remains now… ...is a silence the gods cannot bear to hear. Let the world scream his name in fear. Let them curse the night he fell. Let them pray to empty heavens. For the last light is long gone. And its scream has only just begun.

Seven unparalleled divine blades. The Ice-Snow Goddess's sigh - Morning Dew Knife. The Roar of the Fire God - Righteous Sun Knife. The Song of the Freedom Wind - Ao Tian's Knife. The melody of Earth's awakening - Longevity Knife. The Hexagonal of God's Hundred Changes - Xuánjī Knife. Dawn penetrating Heaven and Earth - Holy Radiance Knife. The Curse of Eternal Hell - Devouring Demon Knife. These are the seven divine swords, and also seven magic wands imbued with ice, fire, wind, earth, space, light, and darkness. Most importantly, they are also the main character's—kitchen knives.

Zukhanyi has lived a life carved in shadows, her hands stained by a fire she never meant to light. Naledi carries scars she never asked for, protecting a secret that changed her forever. When their paths cross in a quiet village outside Durban, what begins as survival becomes something far deeper — love, built in silence, cemented in truth. Together, they create Embers & Ash, a charcoal business built with strategy, sacrifice, and secrecy. But as they rise, the world begins to notice — and so do those who want to see them fall. Haunted by their pasts, hunted by corrupt officials, and bound by a love that refuses to break, Zukhanyi and Naledi must decide: keep hiding, or burn everything down to protect what they’ve built. In a world where truth is dangerous and love is rebellion, silence may be the only weapon left.

“Let’s change the job’s contract.” “Sorry?” “Let’s switch it. From a work contract… to a marriage one.” Theo Kingsley doesn’t believe in soft edges. He’s spent years burying the version of himself that once felt too much — the kind and gentle side. His world is built on control, silence, and icy precision. Then comes Daisy Sinclair. The chaos. Former heiress. Newly broke. All pink, perfume, and polished nails. Once a pampered princess trying to piece her life together after her family’s downfall… a downfall Theo might’ve had something to do with. She shows up expecting a job. What she gets is a marriage contract. To Theo, marrying Daisy is a calculated move, a way to silence the side of himself he can’t afford to let out. To Daisy, it’s absolutely insane. But her credit cards are maxed, her options are few, and the Ice King is surprisingly… tolerable. Sometimes? Thrown into a world of cold suits and colder stares, Daisy's mission becomes simple: survive. But as sparks start flying and walls begin to crack, one thing becomes dangerously unclear: Is she melting the Ice King’s heart or just falling for a man who doesn’t know which version of himself is real?

He believes in purpose. She believes in power. Neither believes in love — until they collide. When idealistic nonprofit founder Will Bennett locks eyes with Eliza Darcy, the tech world's coldest CEO, it's not sparks that fly — it's shrapnel. She calls his life’s work charity cosplay. He calls her emotionless corporate ice. But fate—and a high-stakes pitch—throws them back together. Behind her glass empire and polished armor, Eliza hides a past built on abandonment and ambition. She’s clawed her way to the top by trusting no one and feeling nothing. Will? He builds futures from the ground up, with nothing but heart, grit, and maddening optimism. Their attraction is inconvenient. Their chemistry is undeniable. And when secrets, scandals, and a media storm threaten everything they know, both must choose: Hold their pride. Or risk it all to melt the ice between them. Slow-burn. Sharp banter. Soul-deep connection. Beneath Her Ice is a steamy enemies-to-lovers CEO romance about breaking barriers, rewriting power, and choosing vulnerability in a world that worships control. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This work is based on my thoughts , about how I wanted this to go not on what is the norm out there , this one is truly close to my heart after "The Servant's Son" . I hope you all out there would also come to love this one , as it contains bits from my vision of love .

A young man's life takes an unexpected turn when he meets an untimely demise, buried beneath an avalanche. As he breathes his last, he hears the echoes of mechanical voices resonating in his head, granting him a multitude of wishes in the form of Skills, Fortunes, and a new Body. Reborn as an Ice Dragon, Drake finds himself thrust into a fantastical realm reminiscent of Norse Mythology known as Yggdrasil. This world, however, holds more surprises than he could have ever imagined. It is not only a realm of fantasy but also a Cultivation World, blending two seemingly disparate concepts into one. Join him on his journey as he explores this enchanting world, navigating its treacherous landscapes and encountering deadly monsters along the way. As he fights for survival, he seeks to find his place in this new existence and discover the purpose that drives him forward. Yet, he soon realizes that he is not alone in this reincarnated state. Others have been granted wishes as well, and the collision of their desires threatens to plunge the world into utter chaos. This is a tale of rebirth and transformation—a man's evolution from a humble Dragon Pup to the indomitable Strongest Dragon King. Along his path, he will forge new alliances, face formidable foes, and gradually establish a place he can truly call home.

A boy stuck at the crossroads of his destiny and fate ends up taking a wrong turn, completely unaware someone above is watching him

One moment, Jia Lan was a modern city girl with perfect skin, soft hands, and zero survival skills. The next? She’s in the 1970s—inside a novel—as the youngest daughter of a powerful and wealthy urban family. She’s not the heroine. In fact, the hardworking female lead and righteous male lead are out there suffering through life, trying to "earn" a future in the city. Jia Lan? She just woke up in silk pajamas, got pampered by her entire family, and activated a daily check-in system that hands her perks for simply… showing up. ✿ Visit the kitchen? Gain cooking skills. ✿ Lounge in the courtyard? Glowing skin. ✿ Exist gracefully? Congratulations, you’ve leveled up again. While others chase opportunities and eat bitterness, Jia Lan is over here sipping tea, casually unlocking cheat codes, and getting praised for walking downstairs. Spoiled? Yes. Vulgar? Never. Plot-hungry? Absolutely not. She’s not here to steal anyone’s story. She’s just here to live her best life—gracefully, beautifully, and with a faint scent of jasmine. Too bad everyone else can’t stop staring.

WSA 2025 ENTRY! She was a princess – the proud rose of the empire. He was the Duke of the North – as cold and distant as the snow-covered land he ruled. Bound by a marriage neither could refuse. No love – no warmth – not even hope. Only an alliance forged in power and gain. And yet… Can love take root in a land frozen to its soul? Like the blue rose that blooms but once a year, During the final moon of winter, In a sacred land where the Moon Goddess sleeps beneath the ice, Waiting for the one she loves to return and awaken her heart.

Throughout history, Humans have strived for greatness, not only in name but in deeds as well, and many failed to achieve it.  It was no different in a Land of Dragons, Mythical beings, Knights, Mages, Demi-humans, and demonic beings. But their greatness came in a different form, a concept known as POWER.  The power to conquer, to build, to control, to protect, and to love.  Raffaelo Jun was a man born with a silver spoon, yet his sheltered upbringing prevented him from becoming the man he was meant to be.  He was unable to achieve the greatness of the prestigious family of the Jun household and became a sight of ridicule.  He was used for a while until he wasn't, then discarded and killed for being a threat to the throne, but Fate had other plans.  Reborn as a child, he starts over as the sole son of the Jun household, his actions brimming with intent.  He had one goal: attain the power that he once ignored and stand on the precipice of human existence, to protect all that are dear to him.  Note: It starts slowly until recent chapters. Interesting side characters, power systems, techniques, and a mixture of variety with the right blend. If you enjoy this work, give me your support, with votes, comments, and reviews :> Discord; https://discord.gg/JRRTjHhE

** CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT** If you have a story suggestion, share it with me. https://discord.gg/Fr8DtEYm --- [Collection of short stories] New Chapters 8:00 pm (GMT+8) @daily --- With every full moon, a chilling mystery appears in the most unlikely places: deep within magical forests, between cyberpunk skyscrapers, in haunted taverns, or even beneath the ocean waves, the magical ice cream parlor Gelato del Peccato shows up and vanishes without a trace. Behind the counter stands the charming and mischievous Witch Zafira Blu, a master at blending secret desires with irresistible flavors. With a sly smile and eyes that seem to see right through anyone (body and soul), Zafira crafts magical ice creams capable of turning any fantasy into reality, or into deliciously sensual mishaps. At Gelato del Peccato, humans, mermaids, vampires, werewolves, androids, fairies, and creatures from every world gather, never knowing if they’ll leave laughing, blushing, in love… or just with trembling knees. Between teasing licks, unexpected encounters, and hilarious situations, each scoop of ice cream holds a different enchantment, and no one leaves the parlor without giving in to pleasure, laughter, and self-discovery. In every tale, whether it’s a quick one-shot or a ten-chapter adventure, Zafira Blu guides customers (and readers!) through bold, romantic, magical, and delightfully humorous experiences, showing that in the universe of Ice Cream: Tales to Savor, desire is just the beginning of the fun.

Reborn from Earth into a world of cultivation, Su Lin walks a path few dare to tread. Calm, precise, and dangerously patient, his blade flows like water until it freezes. When the orthodox path fails him, he turns to the forbidden. His Sword Dao will not blaze. It will freeze, cut, and silence. From genius to demon. The colder his heart, the sharper his sword.

The once great country of Veroso was at war with itself, split into five Nations. Laura, a Wolf woman wanderer that spends her days in the bloody waste lands, happens upon one of the nation Leaders one day. A Warlord known as Zenesha Heart, the Fox Ice Princess. Deciding to help her to pass the time Laura ends up assisting the woman in her efforts to defeat the other four Warlords and their nations, Bringing the shattered country back together under one banner.

Left for dead on a snowy mission, cast aside by her own master and the disciples she once called family, Li Shuang should have fallen into obscurity. But instead, she rose. Severing her past, she cultivates the Supreme Forgetting Love Technique, a path of clarity forged through heartbreak—not detachment. In abandoning the soul-bound Frostcut Sword, she finds something far older, far darker: the Black Abyss Sword, an artifact of lost history and buried power. Taken in by a new master and siblings who see her for who she truly is, Li Shuang begins to rebuild. But the world is far wider than one peak, and the continent is only the beginning. Cultivators travel between nations and empires. Mysteries simmer beneath the surface of every sect.

The tale of the knight in shining armor rescuing the trapped princess from the clutches of an evil monster. Together, they ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. A theme as old as time. One that has been around since the dawn of stories. But what if the princess stuck behind bars is the monster? What if behind their beautiful and graceful facade, is a heart of cruelty devoid of all compassion and sympathy? This the tale of a knight who wishes to escape his master without knowing how his actions impact everyone around him. Author's Note: Kudos to Gemini AI for providing me with this image. This is just the concept art, nothing official for MC.

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.

In a world full of magic, where the stars determine your beginning, and also end,

One month before a global freeze ends civilization, Leo Zane wakes up—reborn and armed with future knowledge and a mysterious inventory space. Once betrayed and torn apart by those he trusted, this time he plays to win. With billions in supplies to hoard and no one to hold back for, Leo plans to outlive the end of the world—and rule what's left. Smart, cold, and relentless—he’s not here to save anyone. He’s here to survive.

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

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.

What would happen if the next head of the ice clan got fire powers? An anomaly of course would be born.

Handsome, kind and caring, James swept Julia off her feet with grand gestures and a lovely attitude. During courtship, he treated her like royalty, shielding her from stress and showering her with gifts. She believed she had hit the jackpot. A man who saw her, cherished her, and would build a future with her. But the dream quickly turned into a nightmare after the wedding. Behind the closed doors of their luxurious home, James transformed into a cold, controlling tyrant. The man who once opened car doors for her now slammed room doors in her face. Every smile disappeared, replaced with commands, insults, and icy silences. Julia was stripped of her voice, her joy, and her identity. No love. No respect. Just survival. When he finally threatened her with a divorce, expecting her to beg and grovel as usual, Julia shocked him and herself by accepting it this time. What followed was nothing short of a rebirth. Julia rebuilt her life from scratch, facing a harsh world that doubted her strength. But she rose, unstoppable, radiant, and fiercely independent. She discovered not just survival but success. She found peace. She found purpose. She found herself. Now, years later, James is back. Humbled. Regretful. Desperate for a second chance. But will Julia ever return to the man who never heard her silent scream? "My Silent Scream " is a heart wrenching, empowering tale of love, betrayal, and rising from the ashes. It explores the pain of emotional abuse, the quiet strength of a woman rediscovering her worth, and the sweet taste of triumph over those who doubted her. A story that will break your heart and heal it again.

From the very first day he awakened his mysterious system, Jake set his sights on Emma, the flawless goddess of the campus—untouchable, icy, and admired by all. Armed with missions from his system, Jake embarked on an outrageous journey of 99 confessions—with milk tea, roses, breakfast boxes, and even dramatic dormitory declarations. Each one was met with the same result: rejection. But just when everyone expected the 100th confession… it never came. Suddenly, the high and mighty school belle started acting strange. Why was she searching for him? Why was she holding milk tea now? Why was she the one blushing? > “Why didn’t you come confess today?” she asked with a frown. Jake blinked. “Miss, do we know each other?” Boom! The campus froze. The School Belle's aloof image? Shattered.

[Two-faced CEO feigning disability + tongue-in-cheek drama queen actress]Song Qingli was reincarnated to the moment when her father was going to sell off her family estates and eloped overseas. It was also the moment when her bad luck began. In her past life, she was on the run for five years before getting killed in a car accident. In this life, she was determined to choose another path: marriage! She's just marrying a disabled man, right? That is still better than being dead. ***Before getting married...Gu Zechuan: Miss Song, you may consider me a long-term sugar daddy.Song Qingli: This man gets it!***After getting married: A furious Gu Zechuan rose from his wheelchair: Tell the world that I will have their eyes gouged out if they ever look at Song Qingli funny.A flustered Song Qingli: Why are you in my bed?***Everyone else: Song Qingli, you must feel pent-up because your husband has paraplegia, right? The lady's hand trembled even as she held her cup of tea and growled hoarsely, "Keep your mouth shut if you don't have anything good to say."

When Aelis Thorne awakens inside a living nightmare, reality itself begins to bleed. The world is rotting—cities swallowed by flesh, the sky hemorrhaging, and monstrous things hunting in the silence. Survivors speak in riddles and scream in voices that aren’t theirs. Memories rewrite themselves. Mirrors show the future. Rain falls in skin. And the creatures that watch from the dark… want in. As Aelis descends deeper into a crumbling world stitched together by madness, she must unravel what’s real, what’s becoming, and what’s been hiding beneath her skin all along. Because this isn’t just the end of the world— …it’s the start of something hungry.

Loving the wrong person the entire time, Jiao Qingxiao was poisoned at the mere age of seventeen. "Tang Fanghua, anyone but you can ascend the throne." And so, she is hell bent on changing the tide of the court. Except, the man she has her eyes on seemed to be a loyal underling of Tang Fanghua in her last life. But how can she give up? "Why should I listen to you?" Asked the man with a smirk. "I will do anything." "Anything?" He asked again, with a suggestive look

Ye Xiong was an infamous war machine — feared by the world and known to many as the God of Death. After an incident, he returned to Jiangnan city and faked a marriage to the Ice Queen President, Yang Xinyi. This is the story of a shameless sugar baby and his quest to conquer a group of beautiful girls, including the Ice Queen President, and win their hearts!