Blood And Iron Movie Novels & Stories

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

in the center of his chest. ​"The Zero-Variable," the High-Alpha spoke, the sound vibrating in their very bones. "You come to my engine with toys made of iron and glass. You think that because you lost your 'Blood', you are free. But the Blood was the only thing protecting you from the 'True-Night'." ​The Iron-Pack’s Last Stand

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

“I have a theory about someone poisoning you over a long period... and it just recently manifested. There are a few toxins like that, but I think the most common—and coincidentally, very prevalent in the Iron Claws territory—is The Death Loop.” The name made my skin crawl. Bill was the first to react, “No way!” “Be quiet and let the woman finish her thought,” Leo glared at Bill. Vanya continued. “I just want to confirm... it’s very easy to recognize if... I need a white cloth to make it clearer. And her blood.” Blood. Blood was dripping from the ceiling, landing on Frank’s head. When I reached out to touch his face, I realized his eyes were so gentle. He looked at me with deep affection. “Ju

Their faces were twisted, and they were clawing their own body as if trying to dig something from under their skin, their eyes red as the pool of blood on the floor-- “Keep it quiet and I will spare your son.” The owner of the voice was out of the screen, but there was no doubt who it belonged to— Iron Hogan. He was holding up a camera, recording the deaths of the White couple with an evil laugh. Raven knew Iron murdered his parents with the deadly poison, and he knew his parents clawed their own throats trying to save him. But he never imagined he would someday witness what happened with his own eyes, and he never thought Iron hated his family so much that he had recorded it.

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.

"The more the merrier." We run at breakneck speed until we get to the river. We shift back to our human forms, grab some shorts from the lockbox at the edge of the woods, and sit on the river bank. The river has a high iron content which makes the water turn red with rust. It looks like blood, hence the Blood River pack name. Not nearly as ominous as the rumors would have you think. "So break it down for me, Bronx. What's her deal?" Reggie asks. I light a cigarette and explain everything I am able to piece together from Lenora, the Silver Moon pack, what happened while I was at their packhouse, and what the doctors said.

“Do you not understand me? Your comprehension is so terrible. I think it’s unlikely that you will activate your bloodline. Fine! You may see it for yourself!” A screen suddenly lit up from one side of the Martello Celio. This was just like movie footage, not to mention it was extremely clear. The scene of Jade protecting Alex under her body before the astral wind knocked her out was playing. Then, she saw Alex sever his artery and pour his blood on her body. The footage was fast-forwarded... He shed more and more blood... The old hammer chimed in, “It’s really strange. This brat’s blood is actually more than the volume of his entire body. Normal people would have long died...”

The steel door hit the floor with a violent hiss, melting into a puddle of golden liquid that glowed, dim and angry, on the concrete. Maya didn’t move. She just stood there, frozen. Silver blood ran down her hand. She pressed it hard to her chest, trying to stop the bleeding, but it just kept coming. The people from the Chorus stayed on their knees—hundreds of them, packed into the dark parking garage. Their golden eyes caught the strange light off the molten metal, making the whole place feel unreal.