Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He gasps disappointedly brushing her arm, "That stupid Bastard thought he would have a good time after stealing my favourite business. But I decided, not only I will destroy him, but also make his life hell. And then, a beautiful girl appeared. Tsk. If I knew it was you that little cutie, I would have sent him to a brothel and then enjoyed you!" Oryx's eyes widen when his cold fingers insert her hood, brushing her neck, and stiffening, she tries to resist but his hands reach her back, playing with the strap of her bra...

“You are not your mother’s shadow. You’re more than what they made you. That’s why she gave you this power.” I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust the warmth in his voice. But the light around us pulsed again — faster, louder, until the air cracked with sound. The First Blood spoke in unison. “The Gate opens for blood freely given.” And before I could react, a sharp pain lanced through my hand. My mark split open, glowing crimson instead of gold. Blood fell — not onto the ground, but upward, into the light. Vale lunged toward me. “No!”

Forever. My canines sank into her shoulder, tearing through the flawless skin. Screaming my name, bucking against my hips, milking my cock with her orgasm. Her blood filled my mouth, the metallic tasted like nectar on my tongue. My venom spread from the bite into her veins. She was mine. All mine. ***

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

"Eryx, the iron... it’s Unspooling!" I saw him falling. The Blood-Alpha’s obsidian-iron was being "Pulled" by the Weaver’s fingers, the violet-black metal turning back into the raw, un-formed stardust of the beginning. His crimson eyes were fading into the dull, functional brown of the boy who had never been chosen. "Darlene... I’m becoming... a legacy file..."

data. "Elara..." Sarah whispered, her golden eyes fading. "Am I... am I just code?" "No!" I roared, the fire in my chest suddenly re-igniting. It wasn't the Red Blood or the Grey Flame. It was something new—a dark, heavy heat that felt like iron. "She is more real than any of you! She has lived! She has bled! She has chosen to stay when she could have vanished!" --- ### The Iron Testimony

Balance. The scale didn't have to be Kael against Ronan. It could be the Dead against the Living. "Mama Sira, take the ledger!" I shouted. "Child, what are you doing?" "I’m going to balance the books." I didn't reach for Kael’s soul. I reached for the pack bonds. All of them. I pressed my marked palm against the silver thread on my chest and I bit my tongue, the iron taste of blood filling my mouth. I used the Orphan blood to bridge the gap between the ancestral bones and the shadow-network of the pack.

My heart hit my ribs like a trapped bird. Elder Orin. He wasn't just a name. He was listed by his title: Elder, Spiritual Witness, Ironblood Pack. I read it once. I read it twice. I read it a third time just to make sure the words didn't change on me. They didn't. I closed the file, slid it back into the stack, and walked out. I felt like the floor was tilting sideways, like the whole world had shifted an inch to the left and I was the only one who noticed. Everything I thought I knew about the Ironblood Pack and their grand, noble history was suddenly lying on the floor in pieces. Elder Orin was there. He was sitting at the table when they signed the papers that led to the death of my peopl

Imogen sighed while pressing his every word between his teeth, “He’s with Petal. I strongly believe that she would definitely try to harm him” “Che cosa sta facendo con quella cagna bionda adesso!! ( What is he doing with that blond bitch now!! ) “ Orion growled slapping the table against his flat palm. Lots of possibilities and fear began to shroud his mind. A shiver still runs down to his spine remembering the fearful past of seeing Imogen wriggling on the ground covered in the pool of his own blood. The memory still haunt him whenever he see Petal before him still healthy enough to taunt him and plan something evil. He fisted his palm grinding his teeth in anger because of Fergus.

A painful, ghostly howl that cut Aurelia deep into her bones. "He's got our parents 'blood on his hands!" Her sister screeched and fixed her with those restless eyes, the muzzle of the heavy iron pistol pressed to Orcus' forehead. "Don't you think he has to pay for what he took from us?" Ellis' sounds became a madwoman's laugh, her beautiful face twisted to a grimace. Aurelia heard herself talking softly, but was so numbed that she couldn't even feel her mouth.