Abu Bakar Iron Man Novels & Stories

“Bob! How dare you entrap me, you moth*rf*ck*r!?” Lex let loose a torrent of abuse as soon as he saw the burly man. The burly man, Bob Faber, appeared displeased. He said, “Mr. Jackson, I'd die if I didn’t do this.” Lex snarled, “Do you think you can live just by doing this? I’ll send my people to slaughter you later!”

He exuded an unspeakable aura when he walked. The branch leader of Longmen, Mordu, Oliver Bauer!

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

he said, shaken. “Please don’t call me that,” Darwish retorted, raising his chin. “My name is Aaban, Reverend. It means ‘angel of iron’, and I’m very proud of it.” The old man’s eyes were clearing. He hesitated, then reached for the swarthy-complexioned man, seeking the contact now which he so loathed. The gnarled hand wavered, unsure, moving to grip Darwish by his shoulder. “Of course, Aaban. To each his own. No offense”

But he wasn’t going to let him go just like that. “Who are you?” Jai whispered, already getting the code that he had to speak in a lower volume. The guy sensed Jai’s alert mode and raised his hands. “I’m Ahub, a hunter from Deleima.” Jai lowered his hand and retracted his thunder a bit as he observed the young man. The man had a slight tan skin, a red fang mark on his right cheek, and some scars on his hands that were visible due to the short sleeved upper clothes. He was wearing a chest buckler that was dark in color and strapped to his shoulder with tight leather strap. His pants were 3/4 and he was wearing boots that covered all of his feet up. It was weird combination of a seemingly khak

Vansh looked at Avni to hear her opinion when he saw Avni signalling him to go by Shana's wish. "Thank you, dida" giving Avni a flying Kiss, Shana squealed. "Do you have an extra pair of eyes behind your head" amused, Avni questioned. "Hehe, I have some awesome power you are unaware of" giggling, Shana answered. "Ofcourse, Captain Marvel." "Nopes, call me Ironwoman." "You too will die like ironman." "Hey, do not say anything about him. I literally cried when I saw him dead." "Yes yes, we know how much you like Ironman, to be precise Junior Robert Downey."

I accidentally let my secret underground identity slip earlier tonight while I was threatening Amara Mensah in the lower borders. "It is really nothing that massive, Elder Jabari," I reply, offering a modest shrug of my shoulders while keeping my voice smooth. "I simply forge a few specialized titanium blades and weave ballistic wolf-shifter gear. It does not match the immense power of the Adebayo Dominion legacy."

My eyes don't leave the dark green ones of the man in front of me, there's no speck of kindness or compassion in them, there's a reason this man isn't part of a pack and all I can think is that he must have done something incredibly evil. "What do you say gorgeous, you want me to finish you off?" He chuckles, reaching out for me. "I'd rather die." I grunt out and he laughs. "Oh, that's going to happen, but we might have some fun with you first." The moment I feel his hand grab my arm, Abaddon twists, hitting and kicking out at the two men holding him. I raise my knee, slamming it between the legs of the man in front of me, he grunts, bending forward so I hit him in the back of the head, send

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.