Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

I was going to rise up and reclaim my life despite everything I had gone through. I turned to leave, but the guards stopped me. “We're not done here.” Caelum's cold voice tore through the room. “There is something else.” The crowd stilled. “We are Ironblood, and Ironblood pay their debts,” he declared. The crowd shouted, “YES!” He nodded his head in satisfaction. “The people of Ironblood have owed a war debt to the lycan kingdom, and today, the lycan king had requested his payment or there would be war!”

Excruciating pain ripped through me. I screamed into the gag, tears of pain streaming down my face. As he pressed it into my thigh. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “You wanted dark romance, little author. I’m just giving you dark romance. I hope you don’t regret it.” ****** As I burned her with the iron, regret instantly filled me. She would feel it as if it were happening to her own body. I pushed those feelings away. All she had to do was give back the quill, and she could have avoided all of this. When I finally pulled the iron from her skin. Her inner thigh bore the burned crest of this kingdom.

In agonizing pain, Iron bath replied, "You're a minion of the evil sorcerer, I can smell nothing but his filth on you. You have no goodness left in your tainted soul. You should beg for mercy but it would be a futile attempt because I won't spare you!" As he spoke the moon shone brightly in the night sky bathing the fortress in her radiant light. Iron bath's eyes turned a brilliant yellow like a wolf's and he looked up straight into the mage's eyes, "Who am I? I am Ikoko- the Iron werewolf. Fang of the Oracle and these eyes shall be the last thing your tainted soul shall behold", he said in a deep fears inducing voice as he began to transform and every bone in his body began to break. The ma

“They think silver blood and a few pretty shifts mean they’ve won. They think mercy makes them strong. Mercy is weakness wearing a crown. Faye will stand in that moonlight circle in two days, with her chest puffed with pride, thinking she’s untouchable. And when her wolf falters—when the poison twists in her veins and she collapses in front of them all—they’ll see the truth. That the orphan is fragile. That the orphan is breakable. And when the pack turns to me, begging for the iron hand they used to fear, I’ll give it to them.” I let the smile spread wider, and sharp enough to cut. “The pack will crawl back. They always do. And when they do… I’ll carve the lesson so deep they’ll never forge

My heart hit my ribs like a trapped bird. Elder Orin. He wasn't just a name. He was listed by his title: Elder, Spiritual Witness, Ironblood Pack. I read it once. I read it twice. I read it a third time just to make sure the words didn't change on me. They didn't. I closed the file, slid it back into the stack, and walked out. I felt like the floor was tilting sideways, like the whole world had shifted an inch to the left and I was the only one who noticed. Everything I thought I knew about the Ironblood Pack and their grand, noble history was suddenly lying on the floor in pieces. Elder Orin was there. He was sitting at the table when they signed the papers that led to the death of my peopl

Olivia. The name settled in my gut like a stone. I had been careful not to think about her too much since arriving at Ironblood because thinking about her made something in me go very dark and very hot in a way I did not trust. She had spent years finding new ways to make my life worse. Quiet, creative cruelties, extra work assigned late at night, food taken before I could reach it, doors locked and unlocked in patterns designed to disorient me. Small things individually devastating in sum. I heard raised voices somewhere above me, then running. Then silence that stretched long enough to make the warriors at the door exchange a look.

I could feel her breath, her heartbeat, and the way her mind was reaching out for mine, a soft, silver touch in the darkness of my exhaustion. ​Cassian, she whispered in the back of my brain. The iron… it is hollow. It has no soul for me to grab. ​I know, my love, I thought back, trying to send her a surge of my own remaining strength. But iron can melt. And we are the fire.

The flames turned into jagged shards of orange glass that fell and shattered on the ground. "We can't get close, Emma!" Félix shouted, his daggers useless against the void. "It’s not a physical cold! It’s the Absence of Motion!" I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were standing at the edge of the plaza, their skin iridescent with the magnetized silver-iron of their new evolution. "Arthur! The Iron-Blood!" I cried. "Your marrow! It’s the only thing with enough density to resist the Zero!"

The prophecy that promised to wipe out everything was approaching, along with the crimson moon. Iris's sleep that night was disturbed by intense dreams that resembled visions. Under a blood-red moon, she saw wolves engaged in a vicious struggle amidst chaos and fire. With his body bruised but his spirit intact, Aiden stood in the middle. With a chilly grin and blood-soaked claws, Damon towered above him.

My mothers head snapped up to meet his eyes and then mine . “ He’s going to use our Fallon's blood to make himself an army .” An army , my mind was confused until she spoke again . “ Orion , he's using the missing teens . Your sister's blood gives them super fast healing . The only thing is they wont shift but maintain the speed and strength along with the other heightened senses .”