Darkhold Iron Man Novels & Stories

“Beau Watson. Figured nobody would remember it after five years, but what are you gonna do? I also go by a fan favorite – ‘Arson Watson.’ I bet you recall that.” The Leadquist heir stared silently at him for a moment, the cogs in his brain slow in work to give him the answer. When it did, his jaw dropped, leaning toward the shorter boy. “Holy shit! You’re that Watson!? The crazy kid who they said set the Irons manor fires!?” “How the fuck are you here!?” Toby was getting impatient. He didn’t care that his fellow heir was present. He wanted, needed, answers right this second.

Anything that he touches turns to dust if he activates his power. Skye, the crown prince of the East Kingdom and Hail’s elder brother. His power is gravity. He can increase the weight and make anything heavy or he can reduce the weight and make anything float. Hierro, Reyan’s younger brother and one of the shadow guards. He came from the East Kingdom, and was the one who saved Skye from the dungeon after being imprisoned by Yuria, his own grandmother. Hierro’s duty is to protect Hail, and he is doing everything to accomplish it since he also treats Hail as his friend. His power is magic canceling. He negates all kinds of magic, thus making him unaffected by magic. He also has a power of fore

53) BASE POWER LEVEL: 5,500,000,000 PEAK POWER LEVEL: 15,500,700,555 WIELDER TYPE: Energy Wielder SPECIALTY: Strength; Intelligence; Vitality GLOWS: Godly Rod; Beast Sovereign Mode; War Cry NB: Elder hanuman is currently sealed. All stats will triple upon resolution of the seal. “What?” While Mane had been surprised that all the elders possessed Legendary Bloodlines - and that from ancient beasts as well - Elder Hanuman’s stats surprised him the most. This elder had an improbable bloodline, and there weer some things that even Spirit Scan could not see through. Mane immediately concluded that this old man was hiding something. However, it seemed that whatever it was that he was hiding, he wa

To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life. She saw the electric light in his eyes glowing like a charging light on a smartphone. His chiseled, metallic chest resembled body armor on a gladiator. Amy’s words were stuck in her throat as she stared at 2Pac. She didn’t want to be fascinated by a robotic man wearing blue jeans. Amy tried to keep her focus on her son sitting in the metal man’s arms. She looked up at the robotic 2Pac, who towered over her. His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame.

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.

Meaning as the war is going, we will also be converting the conquered land as we go, thus in a way, turning the land into Aeternum land and also keeping the peace and order of the conquered land, after all, I know for certain that many be it a nation, groups or even independent people were eager to picking up the crumbs of the war, and I will not giving anyone to take anything at all. “…Sir President, Mister Holgun Iron Horn is here…”.(Lieutenant Colonel Selie) “Good, tell him to come in..”. “Yes Sir…”.(Lieutenant Colonel Selie) Selie gently replied and closed the door, after a few second, a gentlemen comes in, a male, of 2.5 meter tall, large muscular built that is very evide

Marcus lifted the heavy metal pipe high above his shoulder, his face twisting into a sick, evil grin. He took one final, massive step forward, swinging the iron bar with all his force directly at the back of Holden’s unprotected head.

Iron Hand growled, his voice trembling with raw emotion. ​Max and Dario exchanged bewildered glances. ​"How?" Max asked. ​Dario smiled, subtly signaling Max to stay calm. He then shifted his gaze back to Iron Hand and stoked the fire. "Yes, exactly. He has openly challenged you. He clearly isn't afraid of you, acting as if he has nine lives." ​Enraged, Iron Hand hurled the single sofa he had just been sitting on across the room. It smashed brutally against the wall, splintering into pieces. The man's arm strength was truly monstrous. It was no mistake he was dubbed Iron Hand.

The featureless iron helm of the ancient guardian did not reflect the blinding, golden glare of the overloading Pale Collar; it absorbed the light entirely, its pitted, rust-scaled surface drinking the violent illumination like a sponge. The towering figure stood over seven feet tall, its massive frame wrapped in rotting, oil-slicked crimson cloth that had survived centuries frozen in the deep rifts of the Great Divide. As the automaton shifted its weight, the gears within its joints ground together with a low, agonizing groan of long-dormant brass and ice-encrusted iron, the sound vibrating through the solid bedrock beneath our boots.

The heavy iron doors groaned as they were pushed open, not by a hand, but by a localized blizzard. A man walked in, his armor made of translucent, blue ice that never melted. He was tall, his skin the color of a winter sky, and his eyes were two frozen sapphires that held no warmth. He didn't bow to Killian. He didn't even acknowledge the warriors who stood with their hands on their blades. "Alpha Killian Blackwood," the man said, his voice sounding like ice cracking on a lake. "I am Haden, the First Claw of the Frostbite Kingdom. My King, Ragnar the Eternal, sends his... curiosity."