Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You’re going to want to step back.” With zero hesitation, they step back in perfect synchronicity as I turn my attention back to the Orraikam. Its swirls of celestial colour begin to pick up speed as the pulsating intensifies. Suddenly magic from within the Orraikam burst out, drawn directly into Oshmin’s hand as it travels directly through to his other hand, blasting out into Gabriella’s body. The underwater throne room quakes as I watch the transfer of power with bated breath as several scenes pass before my eyes showing me all that will be and all that could be, from this singular moment. The fight isn’t over yet, but I will no longer be fighting it alone.

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."

My heart pounds in my chest as I feel something rip. Tears run down my face at the pain. I turn my head to the side to see what’s going on. My talons are covered in the mystical glow of our luminous blood. He holds a glowing gold orb in his palm as he roars once more. I watch as he pushes the golden orb into her chest. Her oily black eyes close as he does it and her body jerks in our talons. It jerks so hard that he nearly loses his grip on her.

The silver road shook violently, but Orson's power was already wrapping around it, dragging his ancient presence closer to the bloodline he'd been searching for. Pain ripped through me as Orson caught the blood road. His presence rushed toward my body, making my knees buckle. Nessa cried out as pressure threw her backward, and the seventh road was exposed. I could feel Orson trying to force his way through the connection between my blood and the pillar.

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.

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.”

“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.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

One clash with Eiran and it feels as useless as a child’s toy. No. That’s not the whole truth. This is because I fought Eiran. If it had been someone else, I wouldn’t have been unmade like this. Blood decorates everything. Splashes on the floor, streaked along shelves, dark halos on the spines of books. I taste iron in my mouth; my breath comes ragged.