Darkhold Iron Man Novels & Stories

He has so many enemies and yet none could bring him down. "Radon please" The guy winced in pain. Radon stopped and ordered one of his men to get him a bucket of water, he obeyed and came back with the water. Radon poured them on the man who was almost dying. "Your wife, and your daughter are under my hostage! Get me back my package or I'll send you their bodies before killing you too!" He finally said and walked out of the inner room.. Harden ran after him. Harden is his right hand man and also his best friend, he's the only one who can talk to him and make him do things.

His dark eyes were cold as winter steel, scanning the opposition with the calculated gaze of a predator assessing its prey. Beside him, Madwolf—Hardhik Yadav—mirrored his position, one leg crossed over the other in a display of synchronized power. Where Avyaan was ice, Hardhik was barely contained fire. His jaw was set in a hard line, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm against his thigh—the only outward sign of the violence simmering just beneath his composed exterior. His reputation preceded him like a shadow; they called him Madwolf not just for his ruthlessness, but for the way he could smell betrayal from miles away.

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”

“I’m told, I have you to thank for doing what I couldn’t do.” The tall leader in his golden armor stood tall and straight and spoke to Dominic. His posture was stiff. One of his men held Raven’s unconscious body behind him as they lingered close to the portal. Another armor man held a squat brick colored statuette which Heather assumed was the anchor they searched for.

" Natasha listened in confusion, not recognizing a single name he mentioned. She had not even heard of any of these organizations or people before. However, cold sweat began trickling down her back. Andrew continued as if discussing the weather, recounting everything with casual familiarity. "Of course, Chetvine's most notorious organization, Ironhold Division, definitely won't miss this party. You might not know Ironhold Division, but you should know the Special Ops. Think of Ironhold Division as the Special Ops's enhanced version, or rather, its psychotic version. "When I was still serving with the organization in my younger, more reckless days, I killed one of Ironhold Division's Black Ex

It wasn't a drone. It was a man. Dante Thorne stood at the edge of the courtyard, his "Void-Titan" armor completely gone, his body covered in the gray ash of the unmade world. He didn't have his wings, and his red eye was gone—but in his right hand, he held a massive, jagged piece of the Vane-Absolute’s steering column. A piece of rusted iron from the old world. He didn't look at my father. He didn't look at the towers. His grey eye locked onto me, and for the first time in this reset reality, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.

But he absolutely refused to aggressively die entirely in the pitch-black darkness. He aggressively grabbed the heavy, industrial-grade iron muzzle entirely from the putrid mud. He violently tightened his completely mangled, actively bleeding right hand entirely around the thick, rusted metal bars. Kiara Rathore explicitly stole his two point five billion dollar empire. She actively stripped away his microscopic shred of human dignity. She aggressively tried to completely silence him permanently.

This was the Iron Bastion, the flagship of the Iron-Sovereign League. As it hovered over the Grand Rink, a massive ramp lowered, and five figures stepped out. They were encased in armor that seemed to be welded directly to their skin—a brutalist fusion of flesh, piston, and dark-matter plating. Their leader, a giant known as Malak the Unyielding, stepped onto the ice. His every footfall sent a shockwave through the valley. He didn't have golden eyes; his eyes were glowing red slits of focused, industrial intent.

"Zack, if this hunk of scrap metal doesn't hold pressure, I’m going to personally make sure you’re the first thing that hits the vacuum. Does it seal or not?" Victor’s voice was a low growl, vibrating through the cramped, oil-slicked hangar. He stood beneath the massive, bulbous hull of the Iron Ark, his knuckles split and bleeding from a twelve-hour shift of manual welding. The ship was a monster—a stitched-together Frankenstein of scavenged High Human bunkers and the skeletal remains of the Air-Fortress. It smelled of scorched wiring and recycled air.

She said that her heart was very angry, if she didn't kick Tadhg Walter, there was a chance that the real Tom Hiddleston would go away. Fortunately, at this time, people gradually noticed, and a savior appeared. This man is tall, muscular, and has a proud mettle on his face, and is also the captain of the bodyguard team in the Unicorn Shop, who can be considered a master martial artist in terms of strength. As long as someone dares to break the shop, no matter who it is, he will not hold back, hitting that person with a broken limb. Because he was nicknamed Break Bone Human.