Iron And Magic Novels & Stories

a roadmap with half the landmarks missing, they spoke of a vessel of twilight, a seer who sees the threads a place where the veil is thin and the words were cryptic poetry but i was a practical man I understood need so I dispatched agents with heavy pouches of gold and sharper threats into the forgotten corners of our world the grey markets and the whisper networks where magic was not a gift but a commodity Weeks bled into a moon cycle and my patience a thin wire about to snap... then a report came not from an agent but from a creature, a feral half-born wolf who slunk into my courtyard with the news... he spoke of a hag in the Ironwood. A woman who was there before the woods were named who

Enough damage to that area could be fatal to them or disrupt their magic entirely. Iron was also a weakness. Iron was a poison to them. Liquid iron was fatal. Iron shavings could be added to food, which would block access to their magic, essentially leaving them human. That was a method that hunters and traffickers employed. Our weapons division mass-produced cuffs that were made of iron but could still be handled by Fae. This was so that we could apprehend anyone that we could. We did not want to just slaughter everyone on their side.

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.

Just the reminder alone made me want so much more. I slammed the book shut. One journal, bound in white leather, caught my eye. I opened it. A passage about fae glamour. "Iron is the only counter-charm. Pure iron, pressed to the skin. Glamour cannot survive contact with unalloyed iron. The fae may appear beautiful, but iron reveals the truth." I closed the journal. Iron. That should be able to protect me from Vivienne if she tries any rubbish. I knew where to find some.

I had bought time, but the Iron Peaks fortress, built deep into the heart of the inhibiting rock, loomed below, a black, brutal cage in the paling light of dawn. ​I looked at the hundred foot drop sheer granite streaked with iron ore. The iron was the enemy, neutralizing my magic, but it also offered a brutal pathway. My only way to catch the Shadow Cultists was to bypass the winding, guarded road, but I needed to leverage the very thing meant to neutralize me.

(Elijah) Now that she mentioned it I remember that, the Magic Eye (My Satellite) has a records of several ruins and dungeon that possesses high yield of Magic metals. Magic Metals is a category of metals that have a high conductivity of magic current, the most famous known metals of it's kind was Orihalcum, Mithrils and moonstones. It's also widely known that Elven Nations were the only sole producer of this kind of magic metals and they have a total controls of it, of course the Dwarven and human kingdoms have some of it but, not as many that they can make it as one of their trading materials.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

Then, unable to keep himself standing, he suddenly collapsed onto one knee, his sharp, elongated claws digging into the frost-bitten ground. I saw as steam hissed out from where his blood touched the ice. The magic here was deadly, it was not just reacting to our presence, no, it was feeding off I and Zane’s powers, making us weak. The Ironfrost Abyss still watched us closely. “I….I need….need the runes, now” he muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth with pain, his eyes flashing with silver. “They….they are buried somewhere here. From the first war”

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s just… God, I wish I could remember.” “I can try some magic, to see if it helps,” I suggested. “Maggie already did that,” Sam reminded me, a hopeless look in his green eyes. “I know, but my magic is stronger than hers. At least, it usually is. Right now, I’m a little drained from building the school.” “She told me about that, too. That’s insane. How do you just magic a school into existence?” I looked around the room we were sitting in. “I made this house.”

Wasn’t she just a beginner? “She can.” Said Elder Mory confidently that made the three men turned to him in unison. “I have seen her practicing unusual magic and still did perfectly at the task that I gave to her, also she has your gene.” Roman fell silent, he seemed to be deep in thought considering the elder’s words. While Nieal really didn’t want Irina to be involved in this matter, so he broke the silence. “What book are those, Master B?” “These?” Benjamin pulled the books closer to him. “These are my precious research. I write about the dark creatures that I met in that land.”