Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I feel nothing after the third stab, only lay limply in his arms. The blood of my children on my hands. The blood of his mate on his. We will both see each other in hell. Orion. I sit up with a hand over my mouth, but my strangled croak echoes through the apartment. I wipe at the strands of hair plastered to my wet cheeks and take a deep breath. It was just another vision. Everything is fine. "Alora?" Jayden is at the door, "You alright?" "Yeah," I somehow keep my voice straight, "Go back to sleep, Jayden."

The book just won't budge. In my haste to pry open the book, I cut my index finger with the thick hardcover. I wince in pain but smile widely when I see the book glowing. So it can only be unsealed with blood huh? To my surprise, the feather start typing on its own. In bold letters, it types: "Not just any blood but that of a pure soul." So this is how it's going to be. I ask and Mr Feather here responds? Impressive! "So tell me Feather dear, I know I am dreaming but why am I in Seraphim's realm?"

Besides, I didn't learn about bandaging a wound, because I just need to wrap clothes around my stomach, and tie them properly so that I don't end up losing my blood. Ruby had no other option but to do as she was asked to. When I was now successfully bandaged, I made my way outside, and I saw Orlan taking down his enemy in the most demonic manner. He would leap to an individual, place his Fangs on their neck, and then he would suck out their blood. Orlan pack members are all on standby, staring at their Alpha turn into a beast I was expecting a look of hatred from them, but instead, they stare at Orlan with a pitiful expression.

EVE One week since the blood oath, and I still couldn't stop thinking about that moment. Our palms pressed together. Blood mixing. That explosion of light and heat and something else, something that had curled around my heart and refused to let go. It felt like my soul had recognized his. Like some part of me that I didn't know existed had woken up and started screaming mine mine mine.

A destiny that made me want to live. I felt that my life, which had been a life of loneliness, had now become a life of greatness. I felt hope. Suddenly, the Oracle moved, a violent cough shaking his body. A cough that brought more blood, bright blue blood that dripped from his mouth and fell to the floor. My body tensed. The Oracle, who had been a figure of wisdom, was now a figure of pain. The blood, which had been a silvery sheen, was now a pool of a blue color that made my stomach churn.

It vibrated in my grip, singing to some deep, primitive part of me that hungered for blood. “Thank you.” I said. “Now, as to how you are going to get the chance, I leave that entirely up to you. But you should know, the power that lies within a mate bond will come in handy while fighting a vampire. Mutt or pureblood.” I stiffened at the reference to Delia and my bond once again and she raised up both hands in mock surrender. “I’m just saying. Don’t throw it away because of your perceived notion of what your mate must look like.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. But that didn't stop me, I rolled again as my sword cut through her waist as she bent, covering that part with her hand as she raised her hand. As she saw the blood dripping from her hands she looked at me with anger. "Fuck!!...You bitch!..." She stood up again and this time her sword cut through my other leg which made me fell down on the floor. "Are you okay?" That voice didn’t belong to her, it was Orion. I could tell he was struggling to see me in pain as he rushed to my side. I took a deep breath and glanced down at the blood gushing from my leg, the sword had gone deep.

“Don’t make me watch this.” Frozen, unable to close my eyes or block out her harrowing whimpers, I watched as my mate—the girl I tried so hard to loathe—left this world. The cold, cruel voice of the flames slithered through my head once more. “It doesn’t have to be this way, Orion. So much wasted blood. So much wasted power. Let me show you your future if you were to join me…” The vision changed. Gone was the blood flooding the streets. Gone was the soot staining the cobblestone.

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm Olive's POV I couldn't stop blaming myself for what happened to Orvyn. It's a miracle he's alive. Usually, during a battle of immortals, decapitation was the best method to certify death. It's a good thing Conrad got to him earlier before Alpha Cassian could finish him off.