Darkhold Iron Man Novels & Stories

"You want to know what I saw? If they hadn't shown up, your men would've dragged me away. Cora, I hope this is the last time you try to force me to do anything. If you ever do it again, don't regret it if I start using force against you." He walked out to his car parked in the compound, retrieved his pouch of silver needles, and returned. Ignoring everyone's stares, he crouched beside one of the bodyguards and inserted several needles into his neck. Moments later, the man's groans ceased as he slipped into unconsciousness. Cora rushed forward to stop Joseph. "What are you doing?" Joseph shoved her aside, sending her stumbling backward. He stared down at the bodyguards. "For the next two year

He was in his late twenties, broad-shouldered and muscled from years of hard labor and combat, with tousled dark hair, a stubbled jaw, and stormy blue eyes that defied her even now. His shirt had been torn away during capture, revealing a chiseled chest marked with fresh bruises and old scars. Iron manacles bound his wrists above his head, forcing his arms to stretch, while his ankles were shackled to the floor, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. He glared at her, his jaw clenched, but Elara could see the flicker of heat in his gaze as it roamed over her body.

And then he appeared. Tall. Imposing. Dressed in midnight-black armor engraved with the Ironclaw sigil—a set of twin hammers crossed over a wolf’s skull. His face was partially hidden behind a dark hood, but I could see the silver in his beard, the hard line of his jaw, and eyes like hammered steel. He stepped forward and inclined his head. “Alpha Selene of Moonbound.” “Alpha Ronan of Ironclaw.” He didn’t offer his hand. Neither did I.

He didn't hear the soft, wet thud of a boot hitting the glass. Suddenly, the violet light of the beacon hit a pair of eyes, not blue, not brown, but a brilliant, glowing gold. "The ground is occupied," a voice rasped. Before the Liquidator could raise his rifle, the shadow lunged. It wasn't a man; it was a blur of obsidian-tinted armor and pulsing golden veins. The Iron-Gauntlet hit the Liquidator’s chest-plate with the force of a falling anvil. The reinforced carbon-fiber shattered like glass, the soldier being thrown fifty feet across the Flats before his suit’s life-support could even register the trauma.

The air around the Blackwood Keep had turned into a pressurized vacuum. The black-and-gold ship of the Void-Stalkers didn't just hover; it seemed to anchor itself to the fabric of reality, casting a shadow that was darker than any natural night. At its prow stood Caelum, a man whose presence was a symphony of cold obsidian and dying stars. His armor was not bone or metal but a living, shifting smoke that moved with the rhythm of his breathing.

“Then you know… and you will learn how potent… how dangerous… how irresistible… it can be when we are together.” The intimacy was broken suddenly by a shadow detaching from the treeline—a figure cloaked in black, emanating corrupted energy far stronger than the scouts they had faced. The Iron Claw’s agent stepped forward, golden eyes glinting, teeth bared, power crackling around them like a storm. Thalen’s body tensed, golden aura flaring, wolf instincts rising to the surface. “This is no scout,” he growled. “It is a predator… and it knows you are the key.”

“Until I know what happened no one leaves this penthouse. Not you. Not me. We are stuck with each other.” Ivy did not answer. She simply walked into her room and closed the door. She leaned against it. Her heart was pounding. She looked at the bandage on her arm. She looked at the spot of blood. He was a puzzle. A man of ice who had held her with desperate heat. A man who accused her of betrayal one moment and looked at her with blazing possession the next. The cracks in his armor were showing. And that was the most dangerous thing of all. Because for the first time she saw the man behind the billionaire. And he was not a monster. He was a man who had been hurt. A man who was alone. A man wh

In a secluded villa on the outskirts of Silverton, a man in a tailored suit stood alone, his presence cold, heavy, and oppressive. "We found him. It was someone named Evan Norwood who saved the Iron Dragon," his subordinate reported from behind him. "Good. You may go." The instant the subordinate left, four figures in black emerged soundlessly behind him, as if they had materialized from thin air. They made no noise, their presence as frigid as carved ice.

He smiled at her, linking their fingers together. A hollow ache spread in my chest. “One seventy!” “One eighty!” “Two hundred!” A loud voice boomed from the back—Alpha Rowan of Iron Mane Pack. A giant of a man. Known for brutality. The kind of alpha who didn’t hire help… he broke them. Terror shot through me. Jaden’s grin widened. “Two hundred going once!” “Two twenty.” A calm, unfamiliar voice cut through the room. Heads turned. A hooded man stood near the door. Tall. Still. Shadowed. I couldn’t make out his face, but something about him pulled the air from the room. He didn’t look excited. Or eager. Just… certain.

As I turn to walk towards where the weapons are kept, I wink at Ella who is looking at me with fear and trepidation written all over her, hoping that would be enough to assure her that everything will be okay. Her eyes widen with hope and her lips curve into a shaky smile. Even though I am angry with them, I feel my resolve melting slowly. This team– family that we have somehow built would have undoubtedly fallen apart if all of them had not gone the extra mile to get my attention. We kept our spectators on their feet from the moment we started the fight till the end. Ivar gave it his all but I held back. I have to. I'm the reincarnation of Thor after all. Even though I had to be careful so