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House of Dragons: Im Ulf the White

Shot dead in modern Baltimore, MMA fighter Marcus Cole awakens in the body of Ulf the White, a drunken Targaryen bastard living in King's Landing's filthy Flea Bottom. The year is 112 AC, years before the Dance of the Dragons. Ulf is cursed with a body weakened by alcohol and neglect , but blessed with two unique, latent abilities originating from the One Piece world that require intensive training to unlock: Kilo Kilo no Mi (Weight Manipulation): Ulf can shift his mass from being incredibly light, granting him enhanced speed, to being incredibly heavy (up to thousands of kilograms), allowing for devastating strikes and defense. Rokushiki (Six Styles): A formidable martial arts system that pushes the human body beyond its limits, giving him access to specific techniques: Soru (Shave): High-speed movement by kicking the ground ten times in an instant. Tekkai (Iron Body): Hardening muscles to iron density for defense. Rankyaku (Tempest Kick): Launching compressed air blades from a kick. Shigan (Finger Pistol): Thrusting a finger to pierce flesh like a bullet. Geppo (Moon Step): Kicking the air to achieve flight/vertical movement. Kami-e (Paper Arts): Making the body loose and flexible to evade attacks. Refusing to be another footnote, Ulf begins brutal conditioning and systematic self-injury to develop adaptive resistance against poison and fire. His only goal: to prevent the horrific fate of Princess Helaena Targaryen. Winning a melee and catching the eye of high lords , Ulf maneuvers into the Red Keep, eliminating the assassins Blood and Cheese before they can strike.
victorrr · 1m Views

Fate: I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."
Medusa_Fic · 749.6k Views

Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. ---- Read until ch30 for free. Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly. Also it is slow burn;) Every world hides secrets. Come Behind the Veil to share theories, fan art, and your favorite moments with fellow readers: https://discord.gg/Hgu3462cQg
Lautenspielerin · 310.2k Views