Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Zade The plains below Iron Pass disappeared beneath a crimson haze. It wasn’t the setting sun staining the sky. It was blood. Blood and the smoke of the Ironbloods’ black magic. Beneath me, Noctis was nothing but coiled muscle and fury. I felt his rage, his bloodlust, burning through my mind like molten fire. Behind me, Eira’s grip around my waist was unshakable. I could feel her rapid breathing against my back, and although I knew she was terrified, she never wavered.

I was going to rise up and reclaim my life despite everything I had gone through. I turned to leave, but the guards stopped me. “We're not done here.” Caelum's cold voice tore through the room. “There is something else.” The crowd stilled. “We are Ironblood, and Ironblood pay their debts,” he declared. The crowd shouted, “YES!” He nodded his head in satisfaction. “The people of Ironblood have owed a war debt to the lycan kingdom, and today, the lycan king had requested his payment or there would be war!”

Giovanni moved before thought could form, A force of nature, a living storm. But then, A blade flashed fast from shadow’s side, A trap well-laid, no place to hide. Russell saw it, instinct raw, And stepped between without a flaw. Steel met flesh. A brutal sound. A crimson line. Blood hit the ground. Giovanni froze, breath torn apart, As something shattered in her heart.

In a single birth she brought forth five lines of blood: the blood of the high gods, the blood of dragons, the blood of the elves, and the weakest yet rarest of all, the twin starblood that ran in Orson and me. On the day we were born, the star sea collapsed, and a rift in the universe tore open the ancestral court of the gods. All five bloodlines in our mother's womb were nearly swallowed together. If no one made a sacrifice, our three older siblings would all die. So Orson and I gave up the divine power in our blood, and poured it into their fates. They lived. They became the three strongest elders the gods had ever known. And Orson and I became two ruined bloods.

I hit his solid body, he scoops me up into his arms and then we’re flying - at least it feels like we’re flying, but we’re simply running, as fast as he can carry me, away from the carnage unfolding next to Varo’s campfire. They’re tearing him apart in slow motion. Death by a thousand bites. That’s what it looks like to me. And Gannicus, the man Varo loved, the man who promised his human lover an eternity, who kept him safe and alive, is helping, joining in on the blood frenzy, draining him drop for drop, slowly, methodically, painfully. “Fucking hell,” I mutter in Noah’s ear. How could he love a man like that? In the quiet of the night, a single, lone scream filled with agony shatters throu

"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.