Ficool

thestrongactingweak

BLVCK WOLVES

**BLVCK WOLVES book 3, Arc IV "RIOT GANG" is now live** He is a Sin in a world of magic, and his crew is broken as f*ck. Greed is the acting captain of a bottom-tier Guild called the Black Wolf Knights—or rather, the Black Wolves, and he has no magic. In fact, he rejects it. Literally. With a peculiar name, a mysterious power, and a group of unbridled mavericks with insane abilities, Greed and the Black Wolves are constantly caught in the middle of something scheming in the shadows. Whether it be in their own Kingdom, or beyond it. All the Black Wolves ever want is to live a life of meaninglessness and debauchery. But as the world conflicts, corruptness rises, and war among the nations brew, they always seem to be the last line of defense… Ironically. On top of all this, he is haunted by a past he cannot remember. His only clue, is a girl in the sky… "Find me…" she says. And when he does, his—and everyone else’s—world spirals into chaos. Expect: - Black Clover inspired with JJK abilities, Final Fantasy world, and Vox Machina vibes - NOT isekai, transmigration, evolution, system, or cultivation. Go look for that elsewhere - OP MC from the start with no magic [NOT ANTI-MAGIC], progressively gets even more OP - Harem relationships in the beginning, moderate fanservice, mild sex scenes (hate me), and strong romance subplot by the end of Arc 1 with only one girl - Classic slow-paced story with character development, backstories, perspectives from multiple characters, stats and ability descriptions, intricate plot, worldbuilding, and of course tons of fighting - A long, ongoing story Written and conjured by J.N. Marlow. All rights reserved. © 2025 J.N. Marlow.
J_N_Marlow · 260.2k Views

House Of Puppets

Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone — and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the identity he had spent years building inside a game that no longer contained him. The world that received him has existed through dozens of eras. Civilizations rose and collapsed long before humanity had a word for either. What walks its roads now — human and elf and dragon and beast-kind and peoples whose names don't translate — are the living residue of everything that already happened here. The gods who shaped the early eras did not all survive them. The world doesn't advertise how much of it is arrangement of ruins. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. Beneath the gas lamps and the elevated rails, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough weight act as though permission doesn't apply to them. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. There is no king. There are only consequences. The Church of the Solar God holds it together, which is not a metaphor. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. Nine others arrived the way Gepetto arrived — carrying what they built inside the game, now operating in a world where what they touch does not reset. They are not heroes. They are ten people who understood a system well enough to reach its limits, placed inside a reality where the limits are elsewhere and the other Players have their own intentions. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force or faith or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. The story that begins with one man in one city does not stay there. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. AUTHOR'S NOTE: House of Puppets is not a power fantasy. It's slow by design — the kind that accumulates, not the kind that stalls. The story starts small and expands aggressively. The pacing shifts across volumes. It will surprise you in directions you didn't see coming. Tonal influences: Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, the Soulsborne tradition, Dostoevsky. Not references — register. I'm a reader who started this by studying what great work does and trying to do that. The story is strange and volatile partly because of that, and I think that's also why some of it works. The ambition is real. The reading will tell you if it got there. [This work is currently on hiatus. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but I haven't abandoned it (at least not forever!). I promise to come back and continue the story later on.]
MisterElegance · 164.9k Views

Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower

The beginning of the apocalypse brought chaos and disaster to humanity. It tore away the mask of society and revealed the cruelty hiding beneath. Ivy Ravencroft experienced it all firsthand. Her family was unfair and cruel, and they abused her so badly that she went blind. Her lover died trying to protect her, and she spent the next five years struggling to survive, until she finally died in the apocalypse. But then, Ivy woke up again, reborn in the first year of the apocalypse. At first, she felt hopeless. If only she had returned to a time before the apocalypse, she could have gathered food, weapons, and supplies to survive better. Still, she was grateful for one thing: she had kept her special ability, the power to create safe zones. This time, Ivy made a promise. She would protect her lover, find her real family, and take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. .................................. "Huh? Why is there a bento box lying here?" Ivy asked, confused. "What bento? Are you trying to trick me again?" Silas asked, sadness in his eyes. "This one!" Ivy said, holding up the packaged meal and waving it at him. "What the... where did that come from?" Silas stared at it in shock. Ivy’s eyes widened. She realized something, only she could see these items, and when she picked them up, they became real. "Can… I buy it from you?" Silas asked, unsure. "Of course. But I won't give it to you for free." Ivy smiled like a fox. Silas closed his eyes; he was ready for her to demand something sky-high and said, "Okay. Tell me how many gold bars you want." Ivy smiled and teased, "I don't want gold bars; they are way too cheap. I want one kiss." Silas: Blushing hard. His subordinates: "..." This wave of dog food was too unexpected! ....................................................... With the supplies, picking a superpower and a safe zone superpower, Ivy built her own residential area. She gained Kindness Energy and multiplied supplies with the help of Temporal Storage. While other bases struggled to make a simple house, she used her golden finger to make luxurious buildings and rent them out, becoming the big shot in the apocalypse.
LittleRabbit1111 · 1.7m Views