Romans & histoires Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction

I didn't wait for the pen. I grabbed the silver dagger that Malphas had dropped. I didn't stab him. I stabbed **Myself**. I drove the silver blade into the mark on my neck—the bond that Rowan had given me. --- ### The Blood of the Story The world stopped. The silver blade didn't draw red blood. It didn't draw violet ink. It drew **Gold**. The "Origin" power, trapped and compressed for three days, finally found a way out. But it wasn't controlled. It wasn't a story.

Sade purred dangerously. The idiot friend puffed out her chest. "That's right! Scared now? Let me tell you, our darling Oriana is the apple of Commander J'onn's eye! You mess with her and see how he rips your flesh off! Just wait and weep!" "Favorite mate? Please!" Sade mocked, her voice dripping with venom. "If I recall correctly, his mate in the keep didn't have such a flat, ugly snout yesterday morning. Did he swap you into his bed yesterday afternoon, or late last night?"

He was feeling it. Through the raw, bleeding conduit of the bond, Lucian felt the icy, bone-snapping grip of the lead blood-born entity slamming into his brother's chest. He felt the agony of the hollow fangs piercing the collarbone, and the terrifying, paralyzing venom as it flooded Malakai's veins, turning his immortal power into a sluggish, helpless slurry. He felt the violent, driving pull as the monster began to drink, draining centuries of stolen power from his brother's marrow.

No names were mentioned, but the flow of rumors was moving faster than official news. At the bottom of the screen running text appeared: “GABRIEL BLOODFANG SPLITS FROM SELLY BLOODVEIL — QUESTIONS ABOUT ‘THE WOMAN LIVING IN HIS HOUSE’ ARISE.” The news then displayed online forum discussions. Comments appeared on the screen, shown as screenshots: “He threw away a major alliance just because of a human?” “If that girl stays by his side, Gabriel will never marry.” “An Alpha must not be ruled by feelings, this is not the human world.”

Chapter 67 - Fiona's POV The reeled around the rich scent of blood and the violent clamor of the battle. But in that moment it felt like everything else had dropped away. Just me and Orin, the tension between us thick and crackly, electric and dangerous. I lunged again, my body moving with an anger that had within it everything I had lost, everything I was fighting for. I raked my claws at the air, trying to get his throat, but Orin sidestepped, a wicked little laugh escaping him.

What would make him change all of a sudden? Love! A word so small, so fragile, yet most powerful. “The imposter needs help,” Madraya said and in response, the orb glowed even brighter, almost blinding but Madraya’s eyes remained locked in. The orb showed the army of Fangborn and that of MoonBlood matching towards the RedClaw pack, their numbers bringing hope to Madraya’s heart. Madraya sighed in relief as the orb lost its glow, becoming translucent again. He remained seated, her heart puzzling with hope.

The flames turned into jagged shards of orange glass that fell and shattered on the ground. "We can't get close, Emma!" Félix shouted, his daggers useless against the void. "It’s not a physical cold! It’s the Absence of Motion!" I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were standing at the edge of the plaza, their skin iridescent with the magnetized silver-iron of their new evolution. "Arthur! The Iron-Blood!" I cried. "Your marrow! It’s the only thing with enough density to resist the Zero!"

"You miss me?" Noura rolled her eyes. "Yes." Orlan grinned even more. "How are you? What did the doctor say?" Nora sighed. "Fine. I just drank cemani chicken blood." Orlan frowned. Until now, he does not believe some creatures drink animal blood. Orlan did not imagine how it felt to drink human or animal blood. "Thank goodness. But I feel like your condition hasn't improved. I can feel it; the mate bond is powerful. Don't forget about that."

These rogues had become pure fighting machines. Gray and Orathe activated the Dyess family's inherited Gift - Blood Hell. They could control the blood of all enemies in an instant. Gray enjoyed making enemies' blood vessels burst, causing their demise, while Orathe turned the enemies' blood into countless tiny blood arrows, piercing them from the inside out.