Iron And Blood Game Novels & Stories

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.

"Princess pet salon?" "Not that one!" "All of these games look the same." Alexandra rubbed her chin, thinking. "Could you be more specific, darling?" "It's a princess game where the princess has bloody fingers!" Angela exclaimed, hopping on Alexandra's lap. "Ah, so it's the princess's reign of terror?" Inspired by Bloody Mary. It was written in the game's description. "Yes! This one!" Angela grabbed the phone from Alexandra's hand, climbed off her lap, and dived straight into the game. Seconds later angry robotic noises blared from the device, screaming. "Cut off his head!"

I bit hard into my lip, tasting blood, grounding myself in the sting while the shard hissed in protest. Kayden lifted his hand, and his warriors shifted, their growls echoing across the valley like thunder. The first clash of steel rang out at the gate, and chaos erupted, the Iron Fang attack beginning in full. Wolves surged against wolves, steel met steel, and the air filled with the stench of battle. I gripped the wall with trembling hands, my body trembling as the shard pressed harder, showing me flashes of the field below—my flames sweeping through friend and foe alike, leaving only ruin behind.

“Answer the question.” I exhaled slowly through my nose, dragging a hand down my face. Of course she did. Iris had a hard head when it came down to it. She wouldn’t back down. But I needed to make sure she wasn't getting into something that she wouldn't be able to get herself out of. So I played along. “You don’t activate a blood ruby,” I said finally. “You survive it.” Her brows furrowed. “That’s not-” “It feeds on intent, blood, magic.” My gaze sharpened. “And if you don’t know what you’re doing, it doesn’t just open doors. It buries you so far behind them that you'd never find your way out.”

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

Her father’s blood ran hot now within her even she was not entirely convinced that she was really the same blood as Antonio De Luca. Her grip was unshakable. The hunted girl was gone.

My head is spinning, the world tilting around me, but I say, “I'm not done.” Killian’s eyes flick to my shoulder, then meets mine. “How are you still standing?” It's then I remember I'm losing blood. The blood spilling from my shoulder makes my limbs heavy, and my vision flickers. I can feel the cold creeping in, and I stagger backwards. My back slams against the wall, and I slide down to the ground, my body too weak to hold me up. My consciousness slips in and out as I fight to stay awake. I look up at Killian. He's just standing there, watching me.

"A rogue Blood-born. A massive, corrupted entity that had somehow slipped completely through our peripheral vanguard lines without tripping a single alarm ward." Garick’s dark eyes narrowed, his protective alpha instincts flaring as he looked at the map. "My daughter is one of the fastest warriors on the perimeter, Riheirk. How did a single rogue creature manage to catch her by surprise?" "Because it didn't behave like a rogue, Garick," Riheirk explained, his blue eyes turning dark and icy as he recalled the geometry of the strike. "Blood-born are inherently chaotic beasts. They are driven by a blind, animalistic hunger—they run, they screech, they stampede. But this creature? It was complet

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“A bargain. Another one.” Cruz’s whole body stiffened. “No.” “You don’t even know the terms yet,” Ghost murmured. “I don’t care,” Cruz snapped. “I won’t bargain with you again.” “Again?” Blade repeated, his eyes narrowing. Cruz ignored him, his focus locked on Ghost. “You want me? Fine. Take me. But you leave them out of it.” Ghost chuckled. “Ah, the noble sacrifice. But that’s not the game, Cruz. The game is blood. Your blood, her blood, their blood. The question is whose runs first.”