Darkhold Iron Man Novels & Stories

He was the youngest, the strongest, and his lungs were burning with a singular purpose: Zack. They hit the third landing and slammed into a wall of iron. The guards had locked the blast doors from the outside before retreating. Break it? Logan signaled. Iron’s too thick, Nathan gritted his teeth. From the back of the growing crowd of freed prisoners, a man in a tattered jumpsuit stepped forward. He wasn't a soldier; he was a spark-wielder, one of the few Julian hadn't managed to break. He placed his palms against the iron, his veins turning a searing, glowing gold. With a guttural roar of effort, the metal began to groan and melt. The door swung wide on warped hinges.

He saw the feeds from his perimeter—the black-clad men with high-powered rifles, the encrypted servers, the cold, hard infrastructure of an international arms and intelligence empire. ​He was Roman "The Hulk" Volkov. He was a man who had built a shadow kingdom that spanned from the docks of Marseille to the high-rises of Chicago. He dealt in secrets and steel. He had spent years staying off the radar of men like the Mayor and Arthur Blackwood, operating in the spaces they weren't allowed to see. ​And now, the woman he loved was being held hostage by the very men he had spent a lifetime avoiding. ​"She’s trapped," Roman murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "She’s playing the part of th

Leading them was a man in a black cloak, his face hidden behind a mask of polished silver. "The girl was right about one thing," the man in black said, his voice amplified by a speaker in his mask. "The mountain is hungry. But it doesn't want your blood. It wants your energy. You are the last of the high-frequency hybrids. You are the final component we need to power the global grid." "Over my dead body," I spat, drawing the moon blade. "That is the plan," the man replied.

but a "Foundry." The "Black-Out" was lifted. The "Universal-Thrum" returned, but it carried a new "Edge." The "Synthetic-Accord" was updated to include the Iron-Bite-Clause: "All light must be anchored by soot; all dreams must be weighted by iron." The Union had regained its "Teeth." "They thought we were 'Soft'," Elen whispered, her "Foundry-Core" cooling down as the systems returned to normal. "They forgot that the 'North' is 'Cold' for a reason," Kiri added, looking at the rusted remains of the Hunters. "It makes the 'Steel' bite."

"But they are coming for a world that is no longer prey. You are the Shield! You are the Architect! Stand your ground!" On the ground, the war began before the first star could blink. Nevan stood at the head of the "Iron Vanguard"—a legion of human soldiers I had spent three years training in the shadows. They didn't have high-tech exoskeletons. They had armor forged from the scrap of the old world, etched with Leo’s silver-wire runes. They carried blades that hummed with the "Quiet." The sky above Moscow tore open.

But modesty is still valued in the human world, so we know to cover up. “Alpha Scarlett.” I hear a familiar voice call out. I turn to see Alpha Connor running towards us. “Alpha Connor. Good to see you. Just wish it could be under better circumstances.” I say to him. Alpha Connor is closer to my parent’s age than to mine but wasn’t mated until he was a bit older, so his pups aren’t yet old enough to take over his pack. He may not be a spring chicken anymore, but he’s still one hell of an Alpha. And he has the handsome good looks of a matinee idol with piercing blue eyes, a strong, square jawline and salt and pepper grey hair.

“That sanctimonious bitch didn’t even flinch.” A tall figure stood chained behind her—a bruised, bloodied man whose once-lustrous armor was now cracked and tainted with ash. He coughed quietly, watching her with dull, golden eyes. “Plans falling apart, Isadora?” he rasped. “You used to be more careful.” She turned to him with a slow, predatory smile. “And you used to be a god, Talyon.” Talyon’s jaw clenched. Isadora walked forward, slowly unraveling a coil of dark metal from a nearby table. It slithered through her fingers like a living thing, black and glistening.

"They're spelled iron, little wolf. Forged specifically to dampen supernatural abilities. The more power you try to summon, the harder they push back." He wiped blood from his face with the back of his hand. "But the fact that you could get that close, that you could make them work this hard to contain you?" He smiled, showing blood-stained teeth. "That tells me everything I need to know about how strong you really are."

Then, he turned around, wanting to walk into the military base. In the next second, Liam sensed an intense murderous intent. Then, a burly, frosty figure rushed out of the base and charged at Liam. Liam slid back a few steps, dodging an intense punch. Once Liam found his balance again, he saw a strong, muscular man with the air of a God of War grinning at him. The man's face was covered in tattoos. His eyes were so vicious that it sent a chill down Liam's spine. "Hmph! Looks like Iron Hawk was right. You created so much commotion at the base of the hill because you wanted to take advantage of the chaos and rescue your subordinate," said the strong man.

, The man who had spoken second said. "But—" "Do it.", The man said coldly. "So, tell me, what's your name?" "Nesha Goenka Parker.", Nesha replied as I struggled, trying to open the ropes tying my hands. "Oh. And what do you think about Neil Parker?" "He's my daddy.", She replied as I continued to struggle. "Oh. Do you think he'll come to save you and your mommy?" "Of course he will! He's Iron Man!", Nesha almost shouted at him.