Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction Novels & Stories

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

I groan as pain explodes in my temple and hot liquid cascades down my face. The fvcker. “Blood—yum.” He grins, and he’s definitely not faking it. The sick fvck does enjoy the sight of blood more than anything. “Let’s start with those pretty nails, eh?” He steps behind me and takes my hand in his. I tense, holding my breath. If he hurts my sniper arm, I’m going to bloody murder him. “Oh wait.” He motions at one of the guards. “Pass me a knife, would ya? I want to cut his skin at the same time.”

“Even in the Roman Empire, the sword that was given to me for all the heroic deeds I did was absolute shit.” Fear coursed through me like nothing I had ever felt before. Watching Oran as he turned away from the crumpled suit of armor. He was a hunter before his prey. Vale was getting up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hands. Blood was coming out of the sides of his mouth and his ears as he held the chipped knife in one hand.

(Daciana POV) Rudina’s spirit stands between her daughters, while Maelor’s command fights to drag the crown back into Blood Feather darkness.) The first Blood Feather book screamed above the moon field, and every page thrashed like a trapped bird made from black fire. Rudina stood between Otsana and me, one hand on my burning forehead and the other on my sister’s trembling wrist. She looked more alive than any ghost should look, yet the moonlight moved through her body whenever Maelor’s heartbeat struck the field.

Orion turned just in time to watch me press the heel of my palm into my eyes like I could dig the vision out of my memory. “She gave up her child,” I said. “She didn’t love her. She couldn’t.” Orion leaned against a broken stone column; arms crossed. “Sounds like she had the emotional range of a wet dagger.” I shot him a glare. He raised both hands in mock surrender, then lowered his voice a fraction. “Ember…” “I’m not her,” I said quickly, then faltered. “But I—what if there’s something inside me that is? What if it’s not just blood, but… shadow? Power born from being used, being broken?”

Had become a compass in this endless darkness. A steel anchor tying me to the world I belonged to. His final words echoed through my mind once more. 'You're coming back, Bloom. No matter what it costs me, I'll protect your body. Go. Claim what's yours.' My eyes flew open. I stared directly into the lifeless gray eyes of the two figures standing before me. Closing my hand into a fist, I held onto the phantom warmth in my palm. The fire of the First Bloodline roared to life inside me, fueled by the rhythm of Cassian's heartbeat.

A chorus of rage and agony filled the air until the earth swallowed them whole. Gasps echoed behind me. Bloodfang warriors stared like they'd never seen me before. Maybe they hadn't. Because I wasn't the omega girl they had ignored, the servant who kept to shadows. I was everything they feared and prayed for in one body. I turned, and my gaze found Kieran. He was down on one knee, blood streaking his face, his chest heaving as he clutched his sword. The Ironclaw that was going to kill him laid broken yards away with hiss chest crushed by the invisible force of the Moonblood.

Elara’s POV The copper tang of blood was sharp, hot, and electric. As our lips collided in a clash of teeth and raw fury, something deeper than the physical body snapped into place. The Blood-Bond. It wasn't a clear vision, but a sudden, violent surge of emotion that wasn't my own. Through the press of his mouth, I felt a wave of crushing exhaustion, a suffocating pressure that felt like iron bands tightening around my chest. For a fleeting second, I caught the flickering image of gray-bearded Elders snarling over ancient parchments, their voices like vultures picking at a carcass. I felt a flicker of Rhys’s doubt, the impossible geometry of keeping this Citadel from collapsing under its own

"I will use her blood to unlock your Anaemis (Blood) power for you." "Thank you my Lord." Arabella said. "Oh, and I love your new look." Jay told her and went to work immediately by draining out the blood left inside the body of Emerald. ****** "Thank you my Lady." Oracle said bowing her head a little, straightened her head up,she made a portal appear and stepped into it not before she glanced at Aurora who was still screaming out in pain as her whole body was covered in her blood. The portal closes. ******* "He will start to get weaker and by tomorrow evening, he won't be able to move his arm." Boaz said.

Never in my life have I wanted to hurt someone as much as I want to hurt her. “So now what? You bleed me out and leave me for dead?” I spit bitterly. She chuckles, “Now that would just be stupid.” She smiles down at me with such sadistic glee that it makes me shiver. “You’re immortal and I’ve got centuries ahead of me. I’m not going to kill you, Orenda. You’re going to be my very own celestial blood bank,” she declares. “Every few days I’m going to drain some of your blood and build up my supply. Then I’ll let you recover and just keep repeating the process. However, you’re far too weak for me to start the process. I can’t have you dying on me and ruining all my hard work just because you co