Azur Lane Iron Blood Ships Novels & Stories

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

The medicine had stilled the shaking, replacing the agonizing itch with a cold numbness that made me feel like I was made of iron. The sound of engines vibrated through the soles of my boots as three black armored SUVs tore through the mist of the estate gates, skidding to a halt in a perfect, intimidating line. There was no pack crest on the doors, only a faint, embossed sigil on the lead hood of the weeping eye of the Fallen Empire. This was a mark of the True Bloods.

The flames turned into jagged shards of orange glass that fell and shattered on the ground. "We can't get close, Emma!" Félix shouted, his daggers useless against the void. "It’s not a physical cold! It’s the Absence of Motion!" I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were standing at the edge of the plaza, their skin iridescent with the magnetized silver-iron of their new evolution. "Arthur! The Iron-Blood!" I cried. "Your marrow! It’s the only thing with enough density to resist the Zero!"

The massive, house-sized links of the iron chain succumbed to gravity, crashing down into the depths of the ocean and clearing the harbor entrance. "The door is open!" Vane cheered. Tristan didn't celebrate. He grabbed his comms. "Thorne! The Gate is down! Bring the fleet in! Full broadsides on the coastal batteries!" "Copy that, Viper!" King Thorne’s boisterous voice roared through the earpiece. "The phantom becomes flesh! We are moving in!" In the distance, the black horizon suddenly lit up with the muzzle flashes of fifty pirate ships dropping their stealth cloaks and opening fire. The siege of the Iron-Port had begun.

Julianne saw the girl give her one last glare before walking out of the room and Marianne shut the door. “That’s Aurora,” she said as she walked in fully. “You need to be careful around her. Threat doesn’t work on her and she will definitely come back for you if there is something she wants.” “Oh god, I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster,” Julianne said with a sigh. “I guess your plan to stay low is starting to fail after all,” Marianne commented with a smirk. “But tell me, why don’t you want people to recognize you? I mean, that’s not who you really are. So why?”

Elder Mirabel cut in, raising one calm hand, “this is not a trial but this conversation is long overdue.” A conversation? I narrowed my eyes and didn’t bother to hide the bite in my voice. “Azure waged war, he butchered innocents, he attacked my family, he tore through entire pack lines as if they were kindling. And you want to call that a ‘conflict’? What word could you possibly use to justify him?” Elder Thane leaned in, his face sombre, his eyes like rainclouds about to break. “Hailey, no one’s blind to your pain but Azure... he’s not someone we can easily defeat. Not without consequence. His influence is spreading quietly, powerfully.”

His new Lycan form was so huge he had to duck a bit to clear the doorframe, but the calm way he set his large, bone-plated hand on my shoulder—yeah, it anchored me fully, no questions. “Iron dreadnoughts,” I muttered, fingers already flying over the keys. “They crossed an entire ocean. You can’t power ships that massive using sails, or standard coal engines. Not at that speed. They’re using Old World tech.” I tore through the restricted naval archives of the First Kings. “Got it,” I said, breathing hard as a complex, red-glowing schematic rose on the screen—an ancient Lycan warship diagram. “What am I looking at?” Dante asked, leaning in.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Slowly and gracefully the three ships joined formation with the massive supercarrier. Though the Invictus with its three kilometers length was an impressive sight for anyone to see. She was simply a speck, however, compared to the majestic might of the Twenty Kilometer long vessel. The differences didn't end there. The Invictus was mostly smooth and, aside from a few main turrets and the lines of Point-defence Guns, had a flat and sleek appearance. Ark Imperial was littered with 'small' turrets. Small being at least tens of meters high and wide which boasted multiple barrels per turret, the ventral section mounting dozens of skyscraper-sized antennae for fire direction of the vast array of w

The bitter mountain air hit us like a wall of shattered ice as Gideon and I burst through the heavy reinforced iron doors onto the elevated stone ramparts of the High Keep. Above us, the pale morning sky was choked with thick, bruised-purple clouds of dark magic. Floating in low orbit directly over the valley, suspended like metallic leviathans, was the imperial armada. Dozens of heavy iron warships hovered in tight battle lines, their copper-plated hulls glinting under the pale sun. At the center of the formation hovered the colossal imperial flagship, its massive belly extending downward into a brutal, multi-tiered siege engine.