Novel & Cerita Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction

The sound of my sword meeting his to defend myself echoed. Orion is a bit older than me and is as skilled fighter, while on the other hand, I was still starting to enhance my fighting skills, so it was really a struggle to fight with him, especially when every time he attacks, I don't see an enemy I should kill but a friend I should save. "At this point, I must say that you are an ass, Orion. How can you let that evil witch control your mind? You are the crown prince of Rousiana, and yet here you are, acting like the witch's slave," I said, hoping to wake him up.

And worse—they get the people you care about killed. But I couldn’t shake it. The image of her on that dark road, trembling but still standing. The way she clutched that rag like it was the only weapon she had. The way her eyes searched mine, like maybe she wanted to believe me when I told her she didn’t have to be scared. Yeah. I was tangled in her now. Whether I wanted to be or not. And if Crow was right—and he usually was—then whatever ghosts Lucy carried wouldn’t stay in the dark forever.

She slashed her arm outward, releasing an arc that seared through the tendrils, driving Orith back a step. He bared his teeth. “So the blood remembers.” His dark aura swelled, runes across his skin burning brighter. He gestured at the floor—shadow portals yawned open, spilling forth thralls garbed in cracked armor. Their eyes were mirrors of emptiness, their forms half dissolving into smoke.

The Wraithfang Recon Unit blueprints my mind had calculated five winters past had already paralyzed the rival borders. "Before your claw alters a single line of our vanguard armor, perhaps I should escort your carcass to the medical shamans for a full cranial scan," Orion grumbled, his massive arms crossed over his chest as his gold eyes studied my pale throat. "I need verification that your inner beast isn't still lovesick over the Calder throne. If your mind loses focus and abandons the weapon project halfway through the cycle, which commander am I supposed to roar at?" I merely matched his stare, unbothered by his blunt delivery.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

I focused on my own pulse, making it steady, making it a biological anchor. "I am here. We are here." She stared at my chest. She saw the fresh, dark blood leaking from the gaps in my armor—blood she had drawn. The rage broke. It was a sudden systemic collapse. Her eyes cleared, the black receding to reveal violet slits. She looked at me, her pupils blowing wide with horror. "I... I hit you," she choked out. "I can take it," I said. My jaw ached as I forced a breath. "I am iron."

She didn’t even flinch, she stretched on him grabbing a small sip from the wine of the bedside table, her eyes blown wide the pupils were dilated , and wide that they nearly swallowed her irises she's high. She looked very weird, and high on the poison she was feeding him. “Put the toy away, little ghost,” she sneered, her lips curling in disgust. “Did you think a gun would make you an Alpha? Did you think you would appear here to undo our love for each other.” She stepped closer to Kieran, leaning down on him as he look off her robe. “ The gas is already in his blood, he belongs to me , just waiting for his Rut to kick in.”

Seraphina purred, her voice a sultry whisper. Orion turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of respect and desire. "Seraphina Valkyrie, the pleasure is all mine," he replied, his voice deep and commanding. From that moment on, a connection sparked between them, one that transcended the boundaries of their usual encounters. Seraphina saw in Orion not just a sex slave, but a partner who could match her intensity and fulfill her deepest desires. Orion, in turn, was drawn to Seraphina's power and the promise of a unique experience.

I started walking towards the living room. It’s not time for his jog yet and I doubt he would go today since he went out yesterday- Wait. Something clicked in my mind that made me panic I took out my phone and opened the calendar. Shit… It was today. The moment I realised it, my heart started feeling heavy. Today is the day he feeds on blood. And not just any person’s blood, Quincy’s preference is young pretty women, around my age. I bit my lower lip and cursed myself for getting so excited.

He left one shrieking, another staggering, but his strength was waning. A heavy strike smashed across his skull. Darkness stole his roar as he crumpled, dragged back toward the dungeons in chains. --- -------- ------------- At dawn, fury roared through Ironfang’s camp. Orlando stormed into the hall, boots echoing, dragging Nan by his chains. Blood streaked down Nan’s face, his body bruised but his glare still alive. “Well, well, Orlando said, voice dripping venom. Seems our rat tried to run. His gaze swept the room before landing on Corin. Strange, isn’t it? How he got free?”