Novel & Cerita Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction

“They’re here!” The words struck me like physical blows. They’re here. The nightmare we’d spent weeks whispering about in council chambers had become reality. The Ironbloods. Magic-wielding killers who had burned entire villages to ash. Malakor. The warlord. I froze. The slums had taught me how to survive. How to steal. How to fight. How to disappear into shadows. But this wasn’t another tavern brawl. This was war. Monsters. Magic. Blood. Death.

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

he said, “so I’ll settle for you.” Despite the flame burning in the fire place, the cold was unlike anything Maekil had ever felt, not even when Ornai, his younger brother had challenged him to lie naked in the snow during the winter of his eleventh year, a dare he had been stupid enough to see through. He spared his chest a brief glance, catching the sight of the black blade buried deep inside it. When he looked up he was met with eyes as black as the blade he was dying from. Wasn’t one of the things that made the priest stand out the sight of how oddly blue his eyes were? So why are they black?

His endurance was rapidly dropping and he could feel his body giving up from the strain. He suddenly felt fearful that if they dragged this out too long… something terrible would happen. “DAMN IT ALL!” Finally having had enough, Feral bit deeply into his tongue enough to draw blood and stimulate his heavy body, and with his wind energy along with the help of the wind item Genad had gifted him he appeared right in front of Orinda, floating a few feet away. “Ha! You finally showed yourself, coward!” Orinda stated with glaring pink orbs while panting heavily. He too had used too much magic out of rage and the strain was now getting to him, but right now he would end it.

Idris my gorgeous god like specimen. I let my body soak up the oils again, rubbing them all over myself reaching in deeply. Sad as I know I am washing off his man scent. All my thoughts now are on Idris. Our latenight meeting. The kiss, I can’t get my mind off it, the sensations it brought. Him being a Phoenix. Lord of all creation. My only thought, or care now. My heart beats hard and loud, just thinking of him or picturing his immaculate face.

he growled, his eyes flashing yellow. "My life was going a lot better before you showed up. I had to leave my school, my friends and everything I had achieved for myself behind, because of you!" She knew these words weren't fair. Evander was in as much control over the mating bond as she was. But she was angry and tired.

At the moment, the only thing Bryan could see was the gun being aimed at him. Omar became more confused by this woman, who looked like his mom but was now aiming a gun at him and his father. The little boy knew there was something dark about Irena, even though she looked like his mother. Omar could see that his mother’s sweet nature was missing in Princess Death Row. “Please, don’t shoot my daddy!” Omar spoke out while feeling his little heart thump hard against his chest. The child wanted Irena to hold him at first, but now he could see that Irena wasn’t his mother.

I charge in, catching Orion’s leg with a kick that knocks him back a few feet. “You’ve both grown,” Orion says, wiping blood from his lip. “But you’re still weak. You fight with anger, not purpose. That’s why you’ll always lose.” I open my mouth to respond, but the ground erupts between us, flames turning purple. Her voice echoes like it’s crawling straight out of the darkness itself. “My Lord.” Orion steps back, smiling like he’s been waiting for her. “You took your time,” he says. She shrugs. “You were having fun, my Lord..”

Sora growled. Sora pressed Aidan’s arm against the wall until his sibling’s bone snapped with a sickening *crack*. His silver eyes glowed with an ice-cold hatred, ready to tear apart anything that had ever tried to control his life. Vardan stood behind him, staring at his hybrid’s back with a mixture of pride and horror. Their bond was now permanent, sealed with blood, pain, and a transformation that could never be reversed. The great war had just begun, and Sora was the storm that would destroy everything.

Sade purred dangerously. The idiot friend puffed out her chest. "That's right! Scared now? Let me tell you, our darling Oriana is the apple of Commander J'onn's eye! You mess with her and see how he rips your flesh off! Just wait and weep!" "Favorite mate? Please!" Sade mocked, her voice dripping with venom. "If I recall correctly, his mate in the keep didn't have such a flat, ugly snout yesterday morning. Did he swap you into his bed yesterday afternoon, or late last night?"