Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Quenten Yilmaz: ‘I hate you!’ ‘You killed my family!’ None of what she is saying is true. Her voice swirls in my head like a dark vortex, shattering my hopes and dreams of binding her to me. Because she wants to be with me, not because of some ridiculous blood feud that demands it.

We're in this together. Fabian, I had never felt this way before. Not in my entire life. It wasn’t until I was dead and stood on the edge of battle. This was different. This was us. My association with Seraphina was a subtle connection that had always been deep-rooted in me. After the Blood Moon and her bloodline were activated, the connection was no longer a mere whisper. It was a surge of energy, propelling us both towards something beyond our wildest dreams.'".

He was feeding me his venom, pumping it directly into my bloodstream, marking me from the inside out. "You're ours in every single reality, Princess," Ronan groaned, his voice ragged as he bit down brutally on my shoulder. His venom joined Vane's, mixing together in my bloodstream, and the sensation was so overwhelming that I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. "In every universe, in every timeline, you are ours. Ours. Ours. OURS."

“Loss fuels me. It sharpens the blade.” I raised my hand—and in one swift motion, I ripped the soul from the closest Nightbound, his body collapsing like an empty shell. The others bowed lower. I smiled coldly. “Bring me the Oracle,” I ordered. “It’s time we awaken the ancient blood.” --- Rhea’s POV Damon slept fitfully, his wounds knit together with both healer’s magic and my own trembling power. The battle had changed everything. I could feel it in the marrow of my bones.

He then removes his fangs and steps back, hissing a little over his shoulder, “I can see your attraction to her. Her blood is amazingly addictive.” He then nods to Vladimir, who moves from where he is holding her arm to standing in front of her. As soon as he slides his hand onto her cheek, Orion lets go of her other arm and steps back. Vladimir does the same as Sargon, coating his fangs until they are dripping and then sinking them into the same spot.

Virando could feel as though his entire soul as well as spirit had been flung too far and high up to the heavenly rainbow garden above there. “Aaaa... Ooohh... Faster, Sumi Darling... Faster a little bit again...” Sumico smirked naughtily and victoriously again. This time, she inserted her beloved Brother Vir’s manhood magical sword into her mouth again. She moved up and down her mouth as well as her entire head again. For this time around, she didn’t give any break, halt, or pause for her beloved Brother Vir anymore. “Aaaaahhh... Uuuhhh... Oh, Sumi Darling... Right there, Sumi Darling... Yeah, you’re really a lovely, beautiful, gorgeous angel sent from heaven above for me...”

But--- Even if Rain Blood was capable of loving me, I wasn’t sure if I would ever be capable of loving him. I had only ever loved the prince, the man whose life I’d saved. When he’d looked into my eyes, I’d seen our life together. I’d felt our hearts intertwine, our souls merged. And I knew he’d felt it too. I knew because I could feel it in the way he tenderly caressed my cheek and playfully toyed with my hair--- which admittedly did remind me a little bit about Rain. But the prince had been the only love I knew, and even if it had been cut short all too soon, I knew in my heart I would never love someone the way I loved him… And I wasn’t sure I could tell Rain’s beta that!

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

Madame Devereaux ran a field hospital in the breakroom, stitching up mercenaries and loyalists alike, while the Iron Guard camped out on the warehouse floor, sleeping on pallets wedged between stacks of bullion. I slept on a cot in the corner of the office, staring at the ceiling, listening to the ventilation fans wheeze like dying lungs. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the hum of the Chimera’s engines. I felt the phantom kick of the railgun. I saw Armano’s blood splattering on the glass of the bridge, a dark red Rorschach test against the grey sky.

There were soldiers at the door; soldiers wearing the colors of Ironfang, and they were looking at me, and I waited for the fear to come. The soldiers moved toward the door. Then they weren't soldiers anymore, they were just one man. He was Bram Ironfang. He had the same vacant pleasure in his eyes that I had seen at his table. I opened my mouth to speak. Nothing came. He looked at me then at my parents then back at me and his expression said: this was always how it was going to happen. He moved, and then he wasn't Bram anymore. He was Rhydian. He had the same height, the same broad shoulders and the same dark skin. But the expression in his eyes was wrong. He was looking at my parents, then