Gundam Iron-blooded Orphans Orga Novels & Stories

There is an assassin organization named “The Red Jade Organizations” We are Orphans trained to become assassins as kids and we are taught to kill the weakest amongst us to become stronger. The leader of our Organization is called “Godmother” A woman in her 70s who always goes around in a mask. Nobody knows what she looks like or her actual appearance we just know she is an old woman.

(Corporal Amanda) “Understood…...…”.(Specialist Oghar) The appearance of Specialist Oghar were something that no one have ever expected at all, and it instilled fear on every single soul that looked at him, especially the villagers, why, it is because Specialist Oghar is a 2 meter tall, muscly, scarred face, Orc. A well known fierce and blood thirsty race that always instilled fear to any known human. But despite what they known about Orc, that they were barbaric and just bare bodied the entire time. Specialist Oghar, were just an opposite of what they known, he is neat in appearance and also very articulate and well mannered, like a gentlemen and the way he was working on that t

Oren was just a bounty ranker at partial Cosmos Rank, so of course, he could not damage the Nine Turning Star Iron. “Oren, to be honest, I do know what this is. However, you can’t take it back even after I tell you. I promise I will pay enough to compensate you. What do you think?”

My dragon likes the stone and I enjoy seeing pride in his eyes when I wear it. Sir Orifice only had one goal and that was to remove my dress and fuck me. Hitting him over the head with a large vase from the nightstand beside the bed was easy. Repeatedly stomping his fingers beneath my boot satisfying. My thirst for blood began as a child when I planned to kill the dragon. I will never be a normal bride. Had never been a normal child. Somehow the gods matched me with the one man who would see my savagery as a bonus.

“It has been centuries since a dragon have ascended upon us, this is truly an honor.” “Hm? A red emperor, and an ignasius too?” Ombra said, sounding bored. “Would you be interested in that, young Dragon Blood?” he asked Johan. “Huh?” Johan sounded cornered, “Why me?!” Beside him, Dagon ruffled his wings and spat a ball of flame. “Ignite!” he shouted. “Hey stop that!” Johan scolded him as part of the front seat was charred, terrifying the driver.

A body hung from the nearest pillar. General Kaido. His armour had been split open. His head rested against his chest. The royal wolf symbol had been carved away from his breastplate. Another body lay beneath the eastern arch. Another beside the shattered council table. Every face struck me with recognition. Every name arrived with pain. Orochi rose. He descended the throne steps slowly, letting the silence grow around him. Vampires lined the walls, their weapons clean compared to the blood-covered swords of my fallen soldiers.

His speed and his strength—Gideon had dismissed them all like they were nothing with just two damn fingers. Owen wondered who the hell Gideon was. Before Owen could recover, Gideon's fingers tightened. The dagger shattered into pieces, sending Owen stumbling backward. It was worth noting that Owen's dagger was no ordinary weapon. It was forged from deep-sea refined iron. It was incredibly durable, capable of slicing through metal as if it were mere clay. Once a prized treasure in the Black Sky Organization's vault, it had been awarded to him as a reward for flawlessly completing an S-tier mission. The dagger had claimed the lives of countless high-profile targets, leaving a trail of formidab

In the center: the Shogun Armor of Inferno (crimson plates that move like liquid flame, edged in gold, radiating heat that feels like coming home). It rises on its own and bows to Seras. Kōjin (soft, proud): “It’s waited five hundred years for fire that burns with love instead of conquest. Put it on, daughter.” Seras steps forward. The armor flows over her like it’s been waiting five centuries just to hug her. When it settles, she’s ten feet tall, crowned in solar flares, eyes pure blazing gold. The mountain roars in approval. Seras (voice layered with god-fire):

"We needed to see what's inside of them so we'll have more idea what we are fighting against. So we'll have an idea what weapons can be effectively used." We stood beside the body and my eyes widened a little at the state of his organs. They were bigger than normal and it looked inflamed. Like they will explode anytime soon. "As you can see, their organs are not of normal size nor do they function the same. Here, you can see that their blood has turned black because of the drugs they pumped them with. I won't show it to you, but his brain is also not normal. Unfortunately, these newborns are merely puppets created to kill their enemies. Like a programmed robot."

] Variant name: Fantasia 2R Seraphim Original Manufacturer: Kezia Armaments Weight Classification: Light Recommended Role: Aerial Marksman Performance improvement: 17% Overall evaluation: The Fantasia 2R Seraphim features a superior aerial performance at a horrible cost. Its performance in close-ranged combat has been sacrificed for powerful long-ranged firepower. The mech is able to outperform its opponents as long as it has energy to spare, which isn't much. The Seraphim further shines out due to its attractive appeal.