Iron And Magic Novels & Stories

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.

- Yes, not one. - What about magicians? Vic was surprised. Can't they do anything? Kim narrowed his eyes, straining his eyes. - They tried, over there, see? Scorched spots remained on the wall, it's not so easy, iron does not obey magic well, it's easier to hit with a fireball than to make an iron object move. In addition, this disk is almost impossible to see from the ground, it is covered by other details. Vic shrugged. - But you can see well.

"I knew advisor Wise wasn't like the rest of us!" "Our city has such talented people," laughed one. Butler Jacob was taken aback. Who would have realized that this Advisor, who had a normal appearance, was a mage? He had truly believed that he was only intelligent. Furthermore, the element he had control over was superior and scarce. Iron is a grade III element. Iron was one of the contentious materials discussed among the residents of this world. Some argue that it should be classified as Grade II due to its lack of destructive potential, while others argue that it should be classified as Grade III due to its wide range of applications.

“You must run… do not let the Council use your bond… The medallion… it is a trap.” “I am not leaving without you, Father,” I replied firmly, gripping the heavy iron chains that held him. The heat in my lower belly erupted again, sending a wave of silver energy straight to my palms. I squeezed the links with my strong hands and, with a strength I did not know I possessed, pulled them apart. The mystical metal, corrupted by the magic of the Dead Lands, creaked and split in two with a sharp crack. “Impossible! That iron was blessed with silver poison!” the old witch shrieked, stepping back in horror as she watched the broken links fall onto the snow.

The car had been mine for eight years, from my earliest days in racing, through more than sixty competitions, large and small. It should have appeared as usual in glossy photos on the champion wall. Now, it lay scattered, pitiful, and lonely under the gaze of the crowd. Just like me. Alanna glanced at it, hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, “Why do I feel like that car belongs to Lewis?” Jack glanced over. “No way. You must be mistaken.”

But he was too late. As Vorlag reached the gates, they did not swing open. They dissolved. The massive iron bars, reinforced with ancient magic and Varek steel, did not bend or break. They turned to dust, a silent, effortless corrosion that was a testament to the entity's absolute power. The robed figure flowed through the opening like smoke, a grey shadow against the black night, with its new prize in tow.

Every instruction repeated the same warning. Restraint. Restraint. Restraint. Apparently the Cantari who had written this had learned the hard way. But the next section caught my attention even more. Hemokinesis often appears alongside a secondary affinity. I leaned closer to the page. Metal manipulation. I blinked. Metal? The explanation followed immediately. Blood contains iron. Those capable of manipulating blood frequently demonstrate a secondary ability to influence other iron-based materials. My thoughts raced. Metal. Weapons. Tools. My gaze drifted briefly toward the forge down the street.

"The cage is made of heavy Aethelgard iron, correct?" "Yes," the old master groaned, dragging himself into Elara’s safe zone. "Solid Imperial steel." "Good," I said. I reached out with my stiff, black-veined hands. I didn't touch the splinters. I used the massive concentration of raw iron in my own blood to interact with the magnetic field of the core metal. I pushed. The cluster of fifty splinters didn't fall. They glided horizontally across the floor, perfectly suspended by their own terrifying physics, until they drifted directly into the center of the iron corkscrew cage.

He was indeed foolish. “That child is the key to ‘The Heart of Magic.’ If you kill her, you will lose The heart of magic forever.” Aslan’s words kept ringing in my ears long after he left. ‘The Heart of Magic’ was the most coveted stone in the world. Rumors have it that this stone can grant immense power to the holder. The only problem was that it is hidden on The Enchanted Island. The only way to reach there was through a portal. Since the baby was the key to the portal, I had to wait until I had obtained the stone before killing it.

“What are the bars made of, exactly? Metals can help magic flow or block it depending on it’s makeup.” “There can’t be too many wolves, but if we can’t have guards within arm’s length of them, then they must be restrained somehow. You’d be a sitting target as soon as you approached the first one. The bars? Oh. Uhmm. I’m not sure. It’s probably got silver and iron, mostly in them. I don’t remember ever seeing or hearing what the breakdown of metals in them are.” The odd question took Brian aback. “We designed them to hold us. Silver does that, but I know we’ve locked up other beings in here. So, I’m assuming that nickel and cold wrought iron is in there too. I’m just not sure how they were ma