Iron And Magic Novels & Stories

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.

Liora POV The Iron Fang ridges cut into the bleeding twilight sky like a row of shattered, rotting teeth. ​We move as ghosts. The dense pine forest gradually gives way to a barren, rocky wasteland of grey shale and rusted, abandoned mining equipment. The air up here is bitterly cold, carrying the sharp, metallic tang of unmined silver and the suffocating, unnatural stench of dark magic. Nightshade. Boiling blood. And the sickly-sweet rot of burning sprite essence.

“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.

Bernie took a sip of the coffee. “You humans and your misguided values. A eugenicist decoded the book in hopes he could remove all the handicapped, and the slow-witted from the world. A single word changed the entire intention of his spell. Avalon and earth have combined into a single realm. In short, magic has returned to earth. As have all the creatures of legend and lore.” Bernie asked the question on everyone’s mind, “Do humans have magic?” Elphame rose from her chair and gripped Bernie’s double chin with a bejeweled hand, “Are your eyes normally blue?”

I felt uncomfortable. “… there are only two of them. So, by default, they will go against each other. And with our water mages, there are 7. There will be two duels and a battle against three mages. There are twenty-six mages in total. 2 light, 7 water, 2 fire, 4 winds, 2 earth, 3 lightning, 2 spatial, 2 ice, 2 silver, 2 sound. There are different types of magics but only these magics stood out” he’s right. Some magic is really not meant to be used for battling. Although they could still be used on the battle ground, their magic usually can’t keep up to those who have primary magics like me. That’s how unfair magic is. Like snow magic, it can be use to attack enemies but it does not stand a

"I don't know, he wanted someone with amber eyes" Why specifically amber? "He was looking for the leader" Jack nods and walks towards us, leaving just the cell door between us, he grabs the iron bars and yelps, shaking his hands out as the smell of burnt flesh fills the room, which was odd. Silver affected wolves and hybrids, witches needed a spell to hold them, vampires could be slowed by silver but iron, I had never heard of iron hurting anyone and definitely not humans. “What was that?” He asks curiously, “Why did it burn my hands?”