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The Man Who Waited in Darkness

In a sea where dreams never die, he plans to out-dream them all..... A man from another world wakes up in the body of Marshall D. Teach, the future Blackbeard, years before the age of the Straw Hats. He remembers the anime, the legends, and how the seas are supposed to unfold. But memory is a tricky compass on the Grand Line. Every choice he 'knows' he should make pushes the world a degree off course, and every shortcut hides a reef. Armed with patience, a crooked grin, and jokes as black as his flag, Teach starts charting a different future—one where knowledge can be a weapon, but never a guarantee. From Whitebeard’s shadow to the Navy’s crosshairs, from back-alley taverns to skies split by conquerors’ wills, he tests how far a second life can bend fate without breaking it. He wants the greatest treasure in the world. He also wants to survive the punchlines destiny keeps setting up. PS: This is TL of a Chinese fanfiction. I claim no ownership of anything. All Ownership belongs to author of this fanfiction and it's original owner of One Piece. Current release is 5 chapters/ week. PS2: Be aware although the novel have Harem tag. MC will focus on strength first, so any relationship will be happening later in the novel (past chapter 400). Image from PixAI. If that is yours please let me know, and I will remove it asap. Original Author in Raw: 泷谷泽 Original Name in Chinese: 海贼之黑暗主宰 If Original author ever wanted me to stop or remove this fan made TL, please contact me and I shall remove it ASAP.
HydraScribe · 1.3m Views

One Piece: Two Piece Luffy

I died. Got hit by three trucks. Apparently, some divine idiot named Kyle confused me with a mass murderer. The upside? I got to pick my reincarnation. I chose Luffy from One Piece. Not because I wanted to be a hero, but because I wanted the adventure, the freedom, and honestly? The waifus. Don't judge me. Now I'm seventeen, I'm made of rubber, and I'm sitting in a boat with a kid named Coby. I have Luffy's memories, his power, and all my own cynical, math-brain knowledge of the entire series. The goal? Become King of the Pirates. The problem? I know exactly how dangerous this world is. Admirals, Yonko, ancient weapons. I'm at the bottom of the food chain. So here's the plan. Follow the canon, mostly. Recruit Zoro, Nami, and the rest. But train smarter, unlock Haki early, and use every advantage my twenty-first-century mind can give me. I'll laugh like the original, I'll be the pervert everyone expects, but underneath the straw hat, I'm always calculating the odds. Shells Town is first. A pirate hunter, a tyrannical captain, and a deal with a desperate girl. It's a small start, but every king begins somewhere. Let's see if this mathematician can conquer the Grand Line. [Disclaimer One Piece: Two Piece Luffy is a fan-made work. The original One Piece series is the property of Eiichiro Oda, Shueisha, and Toei Animation. This story is written for personal enjoyment and is not intended to infringe on any copyrights. Look, we all know One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda, and he's a genius. I'm just a person with a keyboard and a very specific set of interests. This story is a transformative, work of fan fiction created because the voices in my head demanded it. It's full of cursing, fighting, and a protagonist with a one-track mind when it comes to treasure and women. If that's not your thing, the back button is your friend. If it is, welcome aboard.]
Jacob_Peralta_9548 · 467.7k Views

Wolf's Promise

The rebellion was over, Robert was king, Rhaegar was dead, Aerys was dead, Princess Elia was dead, and her children were dead. So much bloodshed, and for what? Ned did not know, nor did he much care. All he knew was that Robert was not the same man that he had been, the crown and the war had changed him, had changed them all, but Robert most of all was changed. His friend, his brother was now a mere stranger, for Ned did not think, could not think that the man who had gone drinking with him in the Eyrie, would ever dare condone the murder of children. And yet that was what his friend had done, it saddened him truth be told, it angered him even further, his friend was gone, dead, as far as he could see, there was nothing he could do, nothing that could change that, and yet, and yet something seemed as though it needed to be done. He could not in good conscience allow his friend to slip into the throes of madness, into the crutch of depression not again, not this time. Ned had not fought through the seven hells to see his friend fall into depression, at least that was what he had told himself when he had set off from King's Landing, still angry with Robert, getting to Storm's End word had come from the capital, a slaughter had occurred of some of the Targaryen's extended family, those innocent of anything but being related to Aerys, Ned had been horrified, it did not sit well with him, it reeked of Tywin Lannister. He did not know what to make of it, and yet he would do his duty if asked, and yet Lyanna came first, she had always come first for Ned, and now here he was, where she was said to be, and his heart hammered. Word had come in the form of Ashara Dayne, his brother's former lover, as to where he could find his sister, hidden in some god's forsaken tower in Dorne, the audacity of Prince Rhaegar struck him then, the fact that the prince would even consider hiding Lyanna in the home of his wife, that was something that made Ned question whether the prince had truly been sane. He had placed the northern army under the command of Lord Jeor Mormont and instructed them to return north following the lifting of the siege of Storm's End, there was no time for them to come with him. Only six others had come with him, Ethan Glover who he had found in the black cells near death but determined to serve, Ser Mark Ryswell quiet but loyal, strong and tough, then there was Martyn Cassel old, loyal and firm, Theo Wull a giant even compared to the Greatjon, Lord Willam Dustin another one of Brandon's friends and someone Ned was not sure of and finally Howland Reed, who had confessed to him the nature of Lyanna's abduction. All had become friends to him during this war, and he would trust them with his life, and yet, he knew that what they were about to see within the tower or perhaps even witness would test their loyalty. Ned sighs, he knows that things are going to grow more and more uncertain as time goes by, but he does not know whether or not that is a good thing or a bad thing. He orders his men to a halt and dismounts. He sees three white knights standing before the tower, and he knows then that his suspicions are confirmed. You can support me at my Website or Patreon at patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre and perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com respectively, where you can early access to chapters and some exclusive content.
Perseus_Blackfyre · 80.1k Views

I, Voldemort (Self-Insert)

I had a peculiar dream where I found myself in a room, dressed in a robe, holding a wooden stick and directing it towards a lifeless body. My entire body was itching, as if my skin was melting like wax. Internally, it felt like icebergs colliding with each other. The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed me, causing me to burst into laughter. However, the sound that escaped my mouth was so powerful that it almost caused me to faint; it was the kind of laugh any supervillain would trade their soul for. Suddenly, I realized that the voice I heard was not my own, which prompted me to rush to the mirror. To my surprise, the reflection staring back at me did not resemble myself either. Gradually, my body began to transform, becoming less human-like and more unrecognizable. It felt like various pieces were merging together within me. Then, the pain struck. I collapsed to my knees, screaming in agony. But abruptly, the pain vanished after a short while, leaving only a lingering headache. It was in that moment that I understood this was not merely a dream... I am Lord Voldemort! Well, not exactly. My mind was flooded with foreign memories of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, who attempted various methods to achieve immortality and alter his body. Some of these methods did not work well together, such as creating horcruxes and implanting fragments of the Veil of Death into the body. It's possible that a sliver of his soul was ejected and replaced with a random soul, or that my soul merged with the remaining fragment in this body. The outcome was clear: his memories, reflexes, and abilities, combined with my consciousness. This proved to be advantageous as I had full control over the body. You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!
MythosMixer · 54.1k Views

Prince Aelor Targaryen Legacy

It was difficult being the son of the most hated man in Westeros. Aelor Targaryen had seen his fair share of death. He'd watched the executions of the Houses Darklyn and Hollard after the Defiance, a fifteen year old squire to Ser Barristan Selmy who'd been forced to stay behind while his mentor scaled the wall of Duskendale and rescued Aelor's father. He'd killed his first man, some hulking brute who smelled like a pig sty and fought like a boar, two years later during the waning hours of the Kingswood Brotherhood, and sent seven more men to their graves before the conflict was finished, earning his knighthood. And he'd seen men burned alive by his father for years now, more men and more situations than Aelor wished to recall. His father's nickname of the Mad King was well earned. But the deaths of Rickard and Brandon Stark were… haunting. The smell of the Lord of the North's burning flesh still swirled in his nostrils, just as the sound of the man's son strangling himself as he tried to save his father still rang in his ears. Aelor was no stranger to nightmares, but he knew those deaths would haunt him until the day he died. If they ever find Rhaegar, I'll kill him myself. There are worse things in life than being labeled a kinslayer...... Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/ScarletQuillWrites
ScarletQuillWrites · 127.6k Views