Iron And Magic Novels & Stories

The heavy iron bars slammed into the earth with a deafening CRASH, driving deep into the dark mud. The moment the black metal touched us, a wave of cold, nauseating anti-magic surged through the air. My silver fire instantly flickered out. Inside my chest, my wolf let out a pained, muffled whimper as the cursed steel suppressed our power. "Lyra!" Valen roared, slamming his shoulder against the iron bars. The heavy impact shook the cage, but the anti-magic metal absorbed his raw physical strength, sending a shockwave of dark energy back through his body that forced him to his knees, gasping for air.

A door slammed somewhere near the entrance. I flinched.More footsteps followed.Not one person.Several.I looked toward the warehouse floor and felt the blood drain from my face.Figures were appearing from the shadows.One.Two.Three.Then more.They spread across the concrete floor, slowly surrounding the area where I stood.Leather vests.Heavy boots.Dark clothes.And on every vest was the same patch.A skull surrounded by crossed blades.IRON SKULLS.My stomach twisted.I'd heard the name before.Whispers.Rumors.Things people mentioned quietly before changing the subject.

“Eira of Silvermoon Kingdom versus Ironwall of Blackrock Kingdom!” Gasps erupted instantly among the spectators. Ironwall was an infamous figure feared throughout Blackrock City. He was no ordinary contestant, but the ultimate killing weapon of the Blackrock Royal Guard. Standing two point two meters tall, he was always encased in three-hundred-pound dark golden heavy armor. Most daunting of all was his innate energy immunity. Any elemental primal power would bounce harmlessly off his armor and unique physical constitution. He was an impenetrable fortress built purely for physical combat.

I nodded. "I understand." I said to her and I left the same way I came. Observer's POV This got more interesting than I thought. I never suspected Kate, the Spears housekeeper, to be a ruler of the night. The young girl definitely looked extremely innocent to be suspected. This new information gave me a chilly feeling about the mole we have in our midst that works for Sage. Anyway, a lot has been on both at the Magical world and the human world. The war has truly began. It only needed time to escalate and something else to fuel it. Something both worlds do not have in their possession at the moment - the magical band.

He fought to push away the hazy quiet of darkness still drifting like a night fog inside him. "Welcome back, Randolph," a voice said from the darkness. A single light above illuminated him, and he stared down at his body. He was seated in some sort of chair, but his hands and wrists were clapped in iron manacles. The one metal that a dragon's strength could not break. Dragons were weakened by iron just as silver affected vampires, werewolves, and other magical kin.

The Fulena were tailors and they were the best on making the fullest and strongest designs for dresses of war The iron people, that's what they called to the Jawkers, were born to control iron. People had irons in their body and mainly, their magic was only for medical purposes. But Jason taught them to go and explore the limits of their magic which was endless. He taught them how to control things that were not just for health. Like the minerals under the earth, iron when collected and compacted together, they became stronger and solid. When it's tested through the fire, it would become something beautiful and sharp.

I turned to face the three princes, my heart hammering with terrifying hope. "Kael, Darius, Rhett. I am about to ask something impossible of you." "Anything," Prince Rhett said immediately. "Wait until you hear what it is." I took a shaking breath. "I want you to combine your magic with mine." "We do not have magic," Prince Darius protested. "Everyone has magic. Royalty just has more of it." Theron stepped forward, his ancient eyes bright with understanding. "The Ironfang bloodline carries storm magic. Thunder and lightning, wind and rain."

She dropped the silver powder around me in a circle until I was in the middle of it. “Are you ready?” She asked. I nodded and let out a sharp breath. “Close your eyes. And let your mind be fixed on only Willow.” She said and I did as instructed. “Do not fight the pull. The Ironwood is not just a pack… It is a fortress bound by ancient spells. Its walls are woven with magic that keeps intruders out. You must move silently.” I shut my eyes, the cold of the ground seeping through my clothes. Elara began to chant… a low sound that seemed to vibrate in my very marrow. She grabbed another handful of silver powder and threw it into the blue flames.

The sheer magnitude of his protectiveness was suffocating, a constant reminder of a bond I hadn't asked for and a past I couldn't escape. "We need weapons," I said, intentionally diverting the focus to tactical survival. "If Morgath’s creatures are made of shadow, standard surgical steel isn't going to cut it." Elena walked over to a heavy iron chest in the corner of the room, with her keys clicking softly in the lock. "Standard steel won't, but silver-infused iron will. Morgath’s thralls are bound by blood-magic. Disruption requires a catalyst." She pulled out a long, leather-wrapped bundle and laid it on the table.

“What are you doing? I said those who interfere will face a—” “I don’t care! We can’t let you do that,” Raid shouted, and out of a sudden, all my friends surrounded the woman, aiming their celestial weapons against Demia. “Everyone, don’t involve yourselves here,” I weakly uttered as these chains binding me were slowly eating my strength and mana. This spell. I knew it. This is the Iron Holy Cross of Death— a divine iron magic spell.