Darkhold Iron Man Novels & Stories

"But I'm going to. How are you still so calm, I will destroy you and take over the empires!" "I've heard this so many times you know,"Vador smirked. "I've got the protector Aiden," she said showing him the merged necklace"Without It you're Aiden and not Vador, and you Aleister couldn't you be smarter than this?I will kill you and you lover Aiden" "Don't you try to hurt her," Vador shouted trying to get out of metal chair. "Your vampire strength won't help you with this one sweetheart. It's covered with holy water,if you keep trying so hard you'll end up hurting yourself."

The ground under his feet shot out from underneath him, shattering into multiple pieces. A few of the pieces flew towards but fortunately, Ying yang used his telekinesis to stop the pieces from hitting us. " Okay guys, Spill !” Energygrid said as Ying yang helped her up. ” We told you about the Buffalo soldier with the gravity fetish! Now, what’s the story with Arnold Schwarzenegger and Slumdog Electrioner over there? ” " The big guy calls himself Stronghold ” War zone said. ” As you can see, he’s a hybrid with super strength and invulnerability. ”

The ground under his feet shot out from underneath him, shattering into multiple pieces. A few of the pieces flew towards but fortunately, Ying yang used his telekinesis to stop the pieces from hitting us. " Okay guys, Spill !” Energygrid said as Ying yang helped her up. ” We told you about the Buffalo soldier with the gravity fetish! Now, what’s the story with Arnold Schwarzenegger and Slumdog Electrioner over there? ” " The big guy calls himself Stronghold ” War zone said. ” As you can see, he’s a hybrid with super strength and invulnerability. ”

It was a signed photo of Iron Man. “Oh wow! You actually got me something Iron Man.” Chastity said with a giggle. “Yeah. I figured you’d like it. Even though Captain America is better.” I grumbled, making her giggle again. “We’re never going to settle this debate.” Chastity giggled again. “Probably not.” I agreed chuckling. “Oh my goddess Rowen! They…..wow! I love them!” Chastity gushed.

He faced a burly middle-aged man, his expression respectful. "I didn't expect Felix to know Sasha Quinton, Mr. Barton. I'm really sorry that he had to butt in at that moment," he said. The middle-aged man was Saul's father, codenamed Ironhulk. Anyone who ran in the underground circles had heard of him, and they feared him more than they did Kane. Ironhulk didn't dare offend Kane, either, but at least Kane was reasonable sometimes. Ironhulk was nothing but a heartless murderer.

Milana’s breath caught in her throat. He rose as she was dragged closer, and the sheer size of him stole what little air she had left. Seven and a half feet tall at least, maybe more, built like a living siege engine. Thick green muscle corded every inch of him, scarred from countless battles, deep gouges across his broad chest, a jagged line over one massive shoulder, marks that only made him look more dangerous. Long black hair fell in intricate warrior braids threaded with bone beads and tiny gold rings, framing a face that was sharp, brutal… and, to her furious shock, handsome. Strong jaw, high cheekbones, amber eyes that burned like molten gold. His tusks were large but clean, curving p

” I sighed, looking over at the sleeping baby. “He- he did something to us, it felt like my heart was squeezing in my chest. I could feel the blood grating against my veins.” Tears gathered in her eyes as she gazed upon her son. “He melted the lock on the safe too.” Beta Jacob pointed out. “Iron…” I mumbled, staring into thin air. “What?” Alpha Devin frowned deeply. “The safe is made of iron. Alaster Dark can manipulate iron.” I looked up at them with wide eyes. “That… actually makes a lot of sense.” Jasper blew out a heavy breath and slumped against the bedroom wall with a look of distress engulfing his features.

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.

The door exploded open, splinters flying. And there, framed in the smoky hallway light, stood a warrior clad in shadow-dark armor, his face obscured by a helmet forged into the snarling visage of a wolf. In one hand, he held a spiked mace, dripping with something dark. In the other, he held not a weapon, but a length of heavy, black iron chain. His hidden gaze swept the room, past the men, past the woman, and landed squarely on me. A low, grating voice emerged from behind the wolfish helm. "Found you."

“Eira of Silvermoon Kingdom versus Ironwall of Blackrock Kingdom!” Gasps erupted instantly among the spectators. Ironwall was an infamous figure feared throughout Blackrock City. He was no ordinary contestant, but the ultimate killing weapon of the Blackrock Royal Guard. Standing two point two meters tall, he was always encased in three-hundred-pound dark golden heavy armor. Most daunting of all was his innate energy immunity. Any elemental primal power would bounce harmlessly off his armor and unique physical constitution. He was an impenetrable fortress built purely for physical combat.