The Musings of The Silver Fox

Seko Ikara is no ordinary vampire. While others feast on blood and fear, he survives on human food, clinging to a fragile thread of humanity in a world that views his kind as monsters. Isolated and self-exiled, he spends his days in quiet meditation within a forgotten mountain temple, seeking peace in a body cursed with immortality. But peace shatters when a vampire hunter crosses the worn threshold—blade drawn, eyes burning with vengeance. Expecting a beast, the hunter finds instead a boy sipping tea beneath faded scrolls and prayer flags. What follows isn’t a battle, but a confrontation of truths—about monsters, morality, and what it really means to be human.

There is a shard of the Creator in every being. But not everyone knows what to do with it. He did not come for glory. He never asked for this life. He was cast into this world — a fragment torn from another realm, another will. And now this world… will be saved by him, or fall by his hand. You can’t call him a hero. Not yet a monster either. He walks the path of light because he remembers pain. But with every death, every evil he fails to stop in time, something else begins to grow inside him. Sharper. Merciless. In his eyes — a world unworthy of forgiveness. In his heart — a despair that has not yet smothered the last embers of hope. Only one thing remains unknown: When the moment of choice comes — Will he remain the one others follow… or become the flame that devours all? — A story of one who was never meant to be a hero. But could become a god. Or an executioner. ps. I will post this story also on RoyalRoad.com

She was never meant to be more than a secret. But now, she’s the one thing he can’t let go. Alessandro DeLuca is a ruthless mafia boss—married, powerful, and untouchable. His life is built on control, deception, and carefully guarded secrets. He’s married to Emilia not because of love but to disguise underneath her father to hide his dirty job, their marriage meant nothing. Not until one reckless night changes everything. Camila Rivera, a young, vibrant woman with fire in her eyes, with a passion of drawing, becomes his greatest weakness. Their affair was supposed to be meaningless—a stolen moment in the dark. But Camila is more than just his mistress. She carries his child. Twice. For years, she has lived in the shadows, hidden away like a dirty secret while Alessandro parades his wife to the world. He gives her everything—money, luxury, empty promises—everything except the one thing she truly wants: to be his. As the weight of secrecy and heartbreak pushes Camila to the edge, she realizes she can’t keep living like this. She was never meant to be his second choice. And when she threatens to walk away, Alessandro faces the one thing he never expected—the fear of losing her forever. Now, the man who swore he would never love is ready to burn the world down to keep her. But will she still be waiting when he finally decides to claim her? I didn’t hear the door open. I just felt it—the shift in the air, the way the atmosphere thickened with heat and tension. The way my skin prickled before I even turned. Alessandro. His name wasn’t spoken, but it echoed in my chest like a warning. My fingers curled tighter around the wine glass as I stood in front of the mirror, “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, my voice low, traitorous, trembling. He didn’t respond. Just stepped closer. And with every inch, my resolve cracked. “I told you I was done,” I said again, this time louder, stronger—even if I was lying to both of us. “I’m not your plaything. Not your secret.” Then I felt it—his fingers, brushing the strap of my dress. The slow slide of silk down my skin. The heat of his breath at my neck. “Then why,” he murmured, his voice like smoke, “do you always leave the door unlocked for me?” I turned to face him, heart pounding so hard it hurt. “Because I’m weak,” I snapped, emotion burning behind my eyes. “Because every time you touch me, I forget how to hate you.” His hand came up to cradle my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his. His eyes were stormy, unreadable, as if he didn’t know whether to kiss me or disappear. “I never asked you to hate me,” he said softly. “I only asked you to be mine.” The words cut deeper than I expected. Tears welled, hot and unrelenting. “But I’m not yours. Not really. I never was.” He came closer. I should’ve stepped back. Should’ve ended it. But I didn’t. “Then tell me to leave,” he whispered. “Right now. Tell me, and I swear—I’ll walk away.” Silence wrapped around us like a vice. My lips parted. But the words never came. Because no matter how many promises he broke, I still wanted him to stay.

Drowned, betrayed, and humiliated—Brandon’s life ended in the most pathetic way possible. But when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer Brandon. Reborn as Noah Weaverheart—in a novel he had read—the spoiled yet talentless son of a duchess, he quickly realizes a cruel truth: he’s nothing more than a stepping stone, fated to die in the first 30 chapters of this world’s story. But fate isn’t set in stone. Because he now has the Sovereign Bond System, a power that allows him to share everything from the women he bonds with—but at 10,000 times the quality. — [Ding! You have bonded with Neko Neko.] [Ding! You have shared the affinity and talent of Neko Neko.] [Ding! You have obtained the affinity: Ice (SSS rank) and the talent: Sovereign of Ice (SSS rank).] Noah’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. If this world wanted him to be a stepping stone, then he’d crush the so-called protagonist, steal his harem, and rewrite destiny itself. Characters art by @Darkstar116.

With her sitting on me, I could feel her thighs, so soft and I didn't want her off of me but this was not the time for that. “I wouldn't betray you like this Jennifer, you know this” I said, shifting my gaze from her thighs to her eyes. “You were with Renn all along.” She said as she drew a blade to my neck. “You can't tell me you don't have a hand in this” At that moment, there was nothing I could say to please the beast who had me in chokehold. I just laid there and prayed for a miracle. —------------------------- In a world where every player controls five versatile avatars, Contrario Williams is cursed with just one avatar. Mocked, outclassed, and labelled “One-slot player,” Contrario enters Irish Valley, a faction known for chewing up the weak. But when his last avatar, named Stray, really bonds with him, everything begins to change. What starts as a desperate struggle to survive quickly grows into a chaotic rise through ranked raids, underground brawls, and deadly bounty missions. With 290 days until a tournament that will shake the game world, Contrario is thrown into brutal training simulations, tangled love interests, and savage battles with elite bounty hunters and mercenaries like the infamous Kyra and Axel. Killer twins who fight for who can pay them the most, and who just might hold the key to Contrario's haunted past. But in a world built on stats, politics, and power, what happens when the most underestimated player becomes the most unpredictable? How would Contrario handle opening up to people who later betray him? And how far will Contrario go to prove that one slot is all he needs?

Seram Pitt wakes up in a stranger's bed to a shocking revelation: he's an SSS-class Esper, the most powerful and feared kind. The man beside him, Silke, is his assigned Guide - cool, professional, and irresistible. Seram thought he was straight, but around Silke, his logic falters, his heart races, and his instincts scream to protect. He's falling fast, and it's terrifying. As an Esper with destructive abilities, Seram fears losing control and hurting Silke, the one person who makes him feel human. He tries to keep his distance, but his possessiveness grows stronger. Despite being seen as a weapon, Seram yearns to be something soft - for Silke. As feelings intensify and dangers loom, Seram faces a truth more daunting than his abilities: he's lost his heart, and it belongs to his Guide. Can he navigate his emotions and the dangers surrounding him, or will his feelings destroy everything?

She used to be the part of the world above the clouds, where her smile concealed a thousands expectations and her name opened doors. However, pride-based empires fall apart without warning. Nyara Lioren is also given to the option of a marriage written in ink rather than love when her father's legacy crumbles under scandal and betrayal. Rian Ashford is a person who signed that. Once, under sky full of cherry blossoms, she whispered her heart to that boy. Now will she sign her name beside the man who left her broken under the falling petals? The tale of the girl who lost everything, aside from the heart that would never forget, is one of the fallen grace. Noise doesn't break some hearts. Some simply flourish in the quiet that no one ever hears.

Transmigrate to the world of One Piece, reincarnate as Saint Imu; Control the world government and sit on the Empty Throne. He obtains the star map of the omniverse and contemplates the sea of dimensions. Gather all individual combat power, military power, financial resources and all material resources to open the dimensional gate, conquer all dimensions, and break the limit of individual power! Unite or be destroyed, how to choose? ---------------------------------------------------------------- You can view the first 350 chapters for free on my p@atren. Since I can not upload many chapters at once or it will be blocked, I will upload 3 chapters daily. The entire novel is translated on my p@treon, p@treon.com/mr_soolhoaf -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note: Please consider this story as a parallel universe within the world of One Piece. Some elements of the original canon may be ambiguous or intentionally altered, so don't worry too much about any discrepancies. For example, regardless of whether Imu is portrayed as male or female in the original story, this version depicts him as a man. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All rights to the original content belong to their respective creators.

On the night the Nine-Tails attacked, two brothers were born — one crying into the world, the other silent and watching. Sealed with half the beast’s power each, Naruto dreams of becoming a hero. But Johan Uzumaki, cold and unreadable, carries a darker strength the world is not ready for. The cover image used does not belong to me. All credit goes to the original creator/owner." *This fanfiction is written with help from ChatGPT to enhance storytelling and character depth. The ideas are mine, but AI supports the writing. If you don’t like AI-assisted content, feel free to skip it.

Doomsday Fortress: My Maid Legion and Survival System The world ended in ice. A sudden planetary freeze wiped out 95% of the population overnight. But Ethan Cross wasn’t one of them. He had already lived through this apocalypse— And died at the hands of the very people he once tried to save. Now, he's back. Reborn one month before the world goes cold. This time? No more mercy. No more kindness. Only vengeance, survival, and power. With his newly awakened Spatial Storage System, Ethan begins hoarding like hell: Clearing out billion-dollar megamalls, Looting military bunkers, And constructing the ultimate underground fortress, a steel-clad sanctuary against the end of the world. When others freeze and starve, Ethan thrives. And as civilization collapses, he won’t just survive— He’ll reign. With his maid legion, advanced tech, and unstoppable will, he’ll build a new empire in the ashes of the old.