Darkhold Iron Man Novels & Stories

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

The area around him was covered with only some of the more secret parts of his body. The strong muscles that were displayed outside made people feel horrible. It was completely different from what a normal person could possess. These two were naturally the two human-shaped golems which Zephyr Khan had subdued. The materials used to refine them were called indestructible Dark Crystal Blazing Iron. Dark Crystal Blazing Iron was a priceless craftsmanship material. It was impossible for a normal weapon to leave a mark on it. Back then, Zephyr Khan had tried his best to attack it, but only managed to leave a light mark on its body.

However, at the same time, he wanted to see the power of the descendant of Master Franklin. At that moment, Holden had already walked to the center of the empty space. Darryl took a deep breath and said casually, "I don't use weapons." Although his internal energy had only recovered slightly, it was more than enough to take Holden down. Also, his Heavenly Halberd was an unusual weapon from another world and he would not show it so easily. Both Dominic and Ivy, as well as everyone around them, were surprised to hear that.

He had a halberd in his hand and was a big man with bulky muscles and a ferocious aura. "Another powerhouse?" Chase frowned. "Surrender, little bastard!" The newly arrived Iron Armor Squadron commander smiled savagely. "You're hiding a secret, so I won't let you get away so easily. Tell me what your secret is!" "I do have a secret, but you don't have the right to know what it is," Chase replied coolly. "Oh? How do you plan to play this out?" The commander's voice sounded increasingly grim. He stepped closer and closer toward Chase, his battle robes billowing despite the air being still. It flapped loudly in the air.

The dark hair on his chest was matted with the dirt of the ridge, his claws extending from his knuckles with a wet, heavy click. From the dense spruce forest behind the split boundary stone, the first of the invaders appeared. They were massive, twice the size of Silas’s timber wolves, their bodies wrapped in thick plates of dark iron that had been bolted directly into their flesh. These were the Iron Hounds, the selective breed of the Southern Council, raised in dark caves and fed on nothing but raw meat and sulfur to make them hate their own kind. Their eyes were bloodshot and wild, their jaws fitted with steel muzzle guards that had been sharpened to razor edges.

There was no time to dodge—she braced for impact. But before the attack could land— BAM! A massive, calloused hand intercepted the strike, stopping it completely. A shockwave burst through the arena, sending dust and debris flying. The master’s eyes widened in shock. Standing before him was a giant of a man—Brutus Ironhide, also known as the Juggernaut. His sheer size dwarfed everyone around him. His massive frame was packed with muscle, his thick arms resembling steel pillars. A square jaw, thick eyebrows, and an almost brutish presence made him look more like a walking fortress than a man.

A young man, dressed immaculately, walked toward them with an air of arrogance. Jasper's face turned red, and he looked incredibly awkward. "Who are you?" Penny asked curtly, not hiding her annoyance. Today had brought an unusually high number of uninvited guests, each more insufferable than the last. The young man proudly introduced himself. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Harry Whitaker." He lifted his chin, a look of superiority on his face. "My father is the chief veteran master of the Celestial Vanguard Sect, known as the Ironfist Titan."

Instead, it left a hole that was the size of a thumb. “What is that?” Everyone was dumbfounded. “That was… an iron man?” Everyone on the island was flabbergasted. The iron man’s appearance also surprised the old man in white and Maxime from a few kilometers away. “How is this possible? Another Demigod is joining the fight?” Renard, who had initially believed he could kill Tyr, was stunned for two seconds as well. Shocked, he looked to the opposite side and saw an iron man floating in front of Tyr, purple flames burning in his eyes.

POV EMMA BELLE The harbor was a graveyard of broken dreams and twisted metal. Malakai hadn't just brought ships; he had brought an industrial nightmare. From the bowels of the Dreadnought, a new horror had been unleashed: the Iron-Hollows. They were humanoid machines of brass and riveted steel, but they didn't run on coal. Their chest cavities glowed with a sickly, captive violet light—the siphoned essences of shifters who had been captured in the Western Isles.

Huge holographic billboards projected the face of a man I didn't recognize—a man with silver-grey hair and eyes as sharp and predatory as a falcon’s. ​"That’s him," Silas whispered, his voice crackling with static over the internal comms of our transport. "The Iron King. To the world, he is Julian Vane, the great philanthropist who rebuilt the power grid after the 'Great Outage.' To us, he is the gatekeeper of the apocalypse, the man holding the keys to the world's survival."