Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I stepped back in fear, panic clouding my chest as I watched Imelda submit, bowing right at me but Orian didn't notice, his gaze was directed at Hector with sheer anger radiating from him like he was about to commit murder. "Dear Uncle," Orian flexed his shoulders and cracked his neck before taking slow steps towards Hector, "Remember when I was fourteen and you didn't like me being obsessed with the color Red because it wasn't manly to you and your house accidentally caught fire." He smiled at Hector, a sick sinister smile that was pure evil and the only thing I could think of was that he was obsessed with my favorite color and I wear my favorite color a lot meaning he could be obsessed wit

Fiona was always million miles an hour, firing on all cylinders. “Nikolay, no. Our mate is name is Felix. He didn’t say he had a twin but then again he doesn’t remember much from life outside working the brothel. And what the hell are you talking about Royal? The royals were killed ages ago. I can’t believe Nathan is my groom if Dad knows he will kill us both.” I said confused everything she had said was causing me to have a headache. Before her or I could ask anymore question we both heard a crackling in the woods. Fiona immediately put herself in front of me taking a defensive pose as a white wolf came out from the woods emitting a low growl.

She arched upward in ecstasy. He released her flesh, whispering against her ear, his hot breath fanning across her cheek, "I like that, too, kotika. Your blood calls to me and an agonizing pain shoots throughout my body with the denial of the sweet liquid inside your veins. Once it happens, and I've tasted your very essence, we will be unable to stop the chain of events that will alter your life forever." He hugged her close, sharing his warmth and allowing his words to sink in. "I am the liege to the bears and that will not change."

I summon all the strength I have left, lifting my hand up and pushing out a strong gust of wind, pushing her back into the direction of Orian. She turns to see Orian, but it's too late as he clamps down on her side hard enough to hear her bones crack before he lets go, and her body falls to the ground in a bloody heap. I fall forward but collapse onto a furry brown mass before I can land face-first on the ground. After a minute, I could feel my energy slowly coming back and Dosha reemerging in the back of my mind. "It's okay, my Queen. I've got you." Orian links me.

I need to stop but it’s so good it tastes like Iron but it’s so damn good. He fisted my hair and pulled my head away from his neck. I licked the rimlets of blood from my lips and my eyes zero in on the drops that’s leaking from the two holes In his necks. Am I a vampire? “You tasted me, now it’s my turn to taste you,” Taste me? How could he…. My body trembles only to freeze when he slides off my underwear and his finger rubs across my folds. Such a small act had my body feeling strange.

"Not expecting to see me, right? Oh, how the mighty have fallen Fefe." She leaned in close, whispering into Fefe’s ear. "I’m taking back what I gave you." Ora placed her hand on Fefe’s head. The dark ink markings faded instantly, and Fefe began to vomit blood, gasping, choking, as her body withered. Her skin cracked. Her flesh crumbled. And within seconds, all that was left was her skeleton. Ora straightened up and looked around the empty throne room. "Let them come," she said quietly, as she began to fade. "After all… this is my game."

I asked again with a frown in case I didn't hear him correctly and he nodded. “Your blood, Alpha. It might be the only thing strong enough to help her recover.” My blood!! No, no. Not my blood. My blood was off the chart. The memories came rushing back as I stood frozen to the ground. The plague. The war I had fought within myself for years. The darkness that ran in my veins, the thing I had worked so hard to suppress. My blood was not normal. It was dangerous and forbidden. I was the only one meant to have such blood, not Irene.

“The fireplace was warm, and Alice stayed with me all night. I wasn’t cold even though there was a storm outside. Is that true?” I nodded as I straightened the collar of her pajama top that had slipped askew. “I’m glad you slept well. Are you hungry?” “A little,” she answered honestly. A few minutes later, we sat at the dining table. Iris began telling me about her dream—about books that could talk and plants growing along the ceiling of a library. I listened as I poured soup into her small bowl. Heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway. “Morning.” Orion appeared in work attire—dark, neat, a thick traveling coat draped over his arm. His Alpha aura still clung to him, but that morning he looke

“I gave her the poison recipe. I opened the passage under the east tower. I thought… if the bond broke, you would see reason. Choose strength over sentiment.” Kael advanced, slow, predatory. “You thought wrong.” Jorah didn’t flinch. “Darius showed me the prophecy scrolls. The full ones, not the fragments the elders keep. A hybrid bride rises, born of forbidden blood. She either unites the packs under one unbreakable rule… or she tears them apart in civil war. The Ironfangs believe the second. I believed it too.” Elara’s claws extended instinctively. “And now?” Jorah met her eyes, gray storm meeting silver fire. “Now I’m not sure. You fought at the stones. You took arrows for him. You didn’t

Maybe Arnold had gotten injured slightly while writing. Maybe he had blood on his hand and never noticed. Maybe the wound had already healed by now. He was a lycan. Lycans healed quickly. So why did fear still feel like claws digging into her chest? Irene pressed a trembling hand against her heart and forced herself to sit back down. Calm down. She had to calm down. For the baby. Slowly, she forced herself to finish writing her reply despite how badly her fingers shook. But the moment she finished, waiting until morning suddenly felt impossible.