Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The yellow eyes sparkled predatorily. - Yes, you made me work hard. I had to search the entire north to find you. So many energy barriers. Didn't you want to see me, darling? – his cold, mocking voice caused goosebumps on Ira’s body. The girl glared at the Lord with hatred, but could not move from fear. “Vragenn, please stop this madness,” Oracle stood facing her brother. They seemed to be reflections of each other.

They were covered in blood. Lucian sat slumped on the throne, eyes burnt out. “No… no.” This wasn’t me. I wouldn’t do this. I fell to the ground, shivering. “This is your future, Saraphina. You can’t control your powers. Let me in, and I’ll teach you.” I screamed, and fear erupted from my hands. Uncontrollably. I’d never made a flame that big it terrified me. You are the monster, Saraphina. You are the monster. And all this blood is going to be on your hands.

Quenten Yilmaz: ‘I hate you!’ ‘You killed my family!’ None of what she is saying is true. Her voice swirls in my head like a dark vortex, shattering my hopes and dreams of binding her to me. Because she wants to be with me, not because of some ridiculous blood feud that demands it.

she shouted, blocking a strike that nearly took her head off. Orin snarled. “Never! You’ll never be Alpha! You’re a Veylar! A traitor’s daughter!” Elena drove him back with a kick to the chest. “My mother was more Alpha than your uncle ever was!” she shot back. Orin lunged. Elena sidestepped, caught his arm, and twisted. His blade fell. Elena put hers to his throat. The field went quiet. Ironfang stopped. Blackthorn stopped. Orin looked up at her, breathing hard.

The Iron Claw pack was effectively wiped from the map. "No," I said softly, my violet eyes returning to their natural amber as I turned to my mate, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her close. The silver-violet light beneath her skin calmed instantly, returning to that sweet, comforting purr against my chest. "Let him run. He has no army, no territory, and no crown. He is a ghost, Marcus. And the world forgets ghosts very quickly."

As I drift into the abyss, the possibilities of what awaits in the chapters to come linger on the edge of my thoughts, foreshadowing the tumultuous journey that lies ahead. I awaken to a world of agony, my body wracked with pain. The air is heavy with the stench of blood and despair. My vision is blurred, a combination of sweat, blood, and tears blinding my eyes. I find myself bound, my wrists shackled with iron chains that dig into my flesh, restricting any attempt to break free.

"I need you to help me learn how to use my magic. According to the testing Iron Serpent did, I carr - " Her face went white, the dark blue of her eyes stark in comparison. "Iron Serpent is here?" Well, shitballs. "Yeah, they're here." She shook her head, her rainbow and black hair fluttering with the movement. "That cannot be. They are an Earth order. They were contained. We contained them." "Okay, I'm going to need a little more information than that." "Iron Serpent, on Earth at least, wanted nothing more than to ascend into the power of the gods. They stopped at nothing to drain every person and the world itself of its magic. Those that held magic from my siblings were discovered and sipho

His presence filled the room like iron and shadow, his eyes as sharp as a blade. “We've return at last,” he said, his voice cold as winter. “And what do you have for me?” Kieran stepped forward, bowing low. “Allies, Father. Oryndor listens. Their Queen is cautious, but she sees the strength in our bond.” “Strength,” Lord Ironfang repeated, gaze narrowing with approval. Then his eyes fell on Darius. “And you?” Darius stood rigid, silent. His father’s gaze lingered, searching for weakness, for cracks.

He was feeding me his venom, pumping it directly into my bloodstream, marking me from the inside out. "You're ours in every single reality, Princess," Ronan groaned, his voice ragged as he bit down brutally on my shoulder. His venom joined Vane's, mixing together in my bloodstream, and the sensation was so overwhelming that I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. "In every universe, in every timeline, you are ours. Ours. Ours. OURS."

One clash with Eiran and it feels as useless as a child’s toy. No. That’s not the whole truth. This is because I fought Eiran. If it had been someone else, I wouldn’t have been unmade like this. Blood decorates everything. Splashes on the floor, streaked along shelves, dark halos on the spines of books. I taste iron in my mouth; my breath comes ragged.