Darkhold Iron Man Novels & Stories

"Raw, that metal's worthless. It has to be processed, and the machine that does it doesn't exist anywhere in the human world either. Not yet. My father and I spent years building one. I have it. I've got a team that knows how to run it. Where it sits and how it works, that's the one thing I'm not telling you, or anyone. That's not me being difficult. That's the only card I get to keep, and I'm telling you straight out that I'm keeping it, instead of pretending I'm not." "We haven't agreed." "Yet." She held that a second, and I let her. "Think about what it does for the pack," I said. "Ironmaw's first in line on something nobody else even knows is there. That's a head start most packs would b

"You have abilities from both lineages. Speed. Strength. Enhanced senses. But also... light manipulation. Healing. A unique combination." The door burst open, and Arnold rushed in, panic on his face. "Sir! The perimeter sensors—we have multiple breaches! And the energy signatures from earlier have converged. They're at the old steel mill, ten miles out!" Elliot was already tapping his tablet. "Satellite confirmation. Elementos, the Overlord, and... something else. Something radiating massive energy." "Windwalker," Shadowalker said, pushing off the console. "Enjoying his freedom." Amy sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She moved with a new grace, but also a slight unsteadines

‘I told you, this man already pulverized those precious things’ she looks at Sherry’s nails when she speaks out the word ‘precious’ “NO… no, no, no! their cores are indestructible! They are much stronger than tungsten, steel, or any metal that you’ll ever discover in this world! And you just –” lifting his hand, he motioned the sleeping man before continuing “let him PULVERIZED it?! Are you out of your mind?! Yes, you are! Considering you! Raiding and attacking this man! Alone! And…” She didn’t care more about what he is spouting and moved directly to Nathan ‘do you have a way to kill him?’

Grimnr gave a damp whuff and nuzzled my rooster fetch, and they seemed thick as thieves as Grimnr danced on his horseshoes and gave bright hoo-hoos. "Jarnja, is that you, my old friend! - not in the study late into morning researching laws and reading lore in order to take back our kingdom from the Stronghold you yourself erected, or seeking Loki's weakness in your scrying bowl?" said a male huldra with whipcord muscles, cow tail and ears, birch hollow back with moss on the interior, dark olive skin, and curling black locks. His brown eyes sparkled and he had cow feet, dressed in breeches and bare chested. In his arms was a humongous claymore - the claymore Jarnja had charged my father, King

At this moment, Cristofer sensed Estelle’s uneasiness and embarrassment, while Estelle was aware that Cristofer could see through her feelings of discomfort and embarrassment. The realization that Cristofer could easily see through her made Estelle uncomfortable. In an effort to put her at ease, Cristofer skillfully changed the topic and asked Yohan, “What story would you like to hear?” Yohan's eyes sparkled with excitement as he replied, “I want to hear... the story of Iron Man battling Captain America! I want to know who’s stronger.” “Both of them are incredibly powerful. Captain America possesses exceptional physical abilities, while Iron Man has modernized equipment. It’s safe to say the

Their Alpha hadn't arrived yet. And then, there he was—walking in with his Beta. Alpha Draven Blackthorn of Ironfang—born from the bloodline said to descend from the first wolf of war. The man commanded presence. All eyes were on him as he strode in gracefully, broad shoulders cutting through the air looking like an untouchable god dropped into mortal skin—like sin carved into flesh; his facial features bore the kind of structure that would seem like sculptors bled themselves dry to imitate.

"You got tall." He hefted the Hammer. It was a block of black star-metal the size of a cinder block on a bone handle. He held it with one hand, but I could feel the gravity distortion around it. The air rippled when he moved it. "That's a big hammer," I said. "Found it in the basement," Damian grunted. "Figured I'd do some renovations." The remaining four hundred Void Peacekeepers the ones Ironwood had upgraded with black light recovered from the shockwave. They shrieked, a sound like tearing metal, and

“Now, Helena. Go to the office and don’t come out.” Before she could retort, the workshop yard was invaded by a horde of loud, chrome-plated motorcycles. They were the Iron Claws. They hadn’t come to talk; they had come to declare war. About twenty men, wearing grimy denim jackets and eyes bloodshot with fury, circled the area. Their leader, a man with disproportionately broad shoulders named Malphas, dismounted from his machine with a smile that revealed yellowed, sharpened teeth. “Blackwood!” Malphas shouted, his voice dripping with scorn that made Helena’s ears ring. “We heard you found something precious. Something that reeks of a Guardian. Thorne blood doesn’t belong to a trash-heap pac

They were haggard, their skin pale and sallow from a lack of Sombra-vitamins, their eyes darting with the frantic energy of the "Old Human." In the center of the group stood a man in a bulky, hydraulic exoskeleton. It was a crude piece of machinery, powered by a rack of lead-acid batteries that hummed with a different, more mechanical frequency. This was Cassian Ares, the son of Julianna, the "Iron King" of the tunnels.

He fought to push away the hazy quiet of darkness still drifting like a night fog inside him. "Welcome back, Randolph," a voice said from the darkness. A single light above illuminated him, and he stared down at his body. He was seated in some sort of chair, but his hands and wrists were clapped in iron manacles. The one metal that a dragon's strength could not break. Dragons were weakened by iron just as silver affected vampires, werewolves, and other magical kin.