Gundam Iron-blooded Orphans Orga Novels & Stories

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.

The one known as Sanguine was a mecha beast with two wings on its back, a tiger head, a lion body, and a snake tail. Sanguine said, “Someone told you a long time ago that all the beasts have a drop of the Supreme One's blood inside us.” The mecha lifeforms were startled upon hearing this. Their expressions changed dramatically, and they even looked at those mecha beasts with some trepidation. One of the mecha lifeforms gulped and could not be bothered about the talents attacking him. He said in horror, “Are you guys saying that you acknowledge this person?” Sanguine said without hesitation, “Watch your words. Who are you referring to? We acknowledge the young master! He’s of the same bloodli

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

“Even in the Roman Empire, the sword that was given to me for all the heroic deeds I did was absolute shit.” Fear coursed through me like nothing I had ever felt before. Watching Oran as he turned away from the crumpled suit of armor. He was a hunter before his prey. Vale was getting up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hands. Blood was coming out of the sides of his mouth and his ears as he held the chipped knife in one hand.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

"You have the Red Blood. It belongs to the Hive. Relinquish the Source, or I will delete this sector and everyone in it." The armored version of me raised a hand, and a beam of red energy incinerated the truck directly behind us, turning twenty Resistance soldiers into ash in a heartbeat. "She’s a **Counter-Build**," Fenris growled, drawing his broadsword. "The Reapers didn't just reboot. They printed a version of you that doesn't have a heart."

Roddy turned to blink at Charlotte who was now covered in sweat. “We are Orpheus, the strongest organization in Asia, born from the previously world-class organization, Dark Totem. The man he snapped at just now is one of our Orpheus Six Generals, Pluto. Whoever disrespects Pluto is disrespecting Orpheus. Those who disrespect Orpheus, need to die.” With just a few simple sentences, Roddy announced their background and capabilities. Like he had been reading a decree, those words caused chills to invade the bodies of Charlotte and her group.

"But they are coming for a world that is no longer prey. You are the Shield! You are the Architect! Stand your ground!" On the ground, the war began before the first star could blink. Nevan stood at the head of the "Iron Vanguard"—a legion of human soldiers I had spent three years training in the shadows. They didn't have high-tech exoskeletons. They had armor forged from the scrap of the old world, etched with Leo’s silver-wire runes. They carried blades that hummed with the "Quiet." The sky above Moscow tore open.