Iron Blooded Orphans Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I whisper in his ear, then laugh manically feeling my mind slowly fade. I growl loud and deep before sinking my teeth deep into Orin, while reaching my claws deep into his chest feeling his heart beating in my hand. “Raven!” I hear Embry and several others scream, trying to get me to stop. ‘Don’t stop!’ Ruby’s feral voice screams in my ear, as I become so lost and consumed in taking Orin’s life slowly and painfully, I squeeze his heart, slowly consuming his blood feeling his life slip into me. ***Liliana’s POV***

Orion turned just in time to watch me press the heel of my palm into my eyes like I could dig the vision out of my memory. “She gave up her child,” I said. “She didn’t love her. She couldn’t.” Orion leaned against a broken stone column; arms crossed. “Sounds like she had the emotional range of a wet dagger.” I shot him a glare. He raised both hands in mock surrender, then lowered his voice a fraction. “Ember…” “I’m not her,” I said quickly, then faltered. “But I—what if there’s something inside me that is? What if it’s not just blood, but… shadow? Power born from being used, being broken?”

Imogen sighed while pressing his every word between his teeth, “He’s with Petal. I strongly believe that she would definitely try to harm him” “Che cosa sta facendo con quella cagna bionda adesso!! ( What is he doing with that blond bitch now!! ) “ Orion growled slapping the table against his flat palm. Lots of possibilities and fear began to shroud his mind. A shiver still runs down to his spine remembering the fearful past of seeing Imogen wriggling on the ground covered in the pool of his own blood. The memory still haunt him whenever he see Petal before him still healthy enough to taunt him and plan something evil. He fisted his palm grinding his teeth in anger because of Fergus.

He left one shrieking, another staggering, but his strength was waning. A heavy strike smashed across his skull. Darkness stole his roar as he crumpled, dragged back toward the dungeons in chains. --- -------- ------------- At dawn, fury roared through Ironfang’s camp. Orlando stormed into the hall, boots echoing, dragging Nan by his chains. Blood streaked down Nan’s face, his body bruised but his glare still alive. “Well, well, Orlando said, voice dripping venom. Seems our rat tried to run. His gaze swept the room before landing on Corin. Strange, isn’t it? How he got free?”

My wolf whimpered inside me, weakened by whatever drug she'd used. "Ember Blackthorne, what makes you better than me? Why do they choose you?" Her grip on the dagger trembled. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, mixed with something else - the sour scent of someone who hadn't slept or eaten properly in days. "Look at you, still so calm even now. How admirably brave." I tried to speak, but my mouth was stuffed with cloth. The taste of blood filled my mouth where the fabric had cut my tongue.

she whispered, though her fingers did not pull away. “I am tired of letting men define what my mercy means,” I answered, holding her until she found enough strength to stand. The moon brightened above us. The first Blood Feather book opened wide, and all the names carved beneath Blackfang’s altar appeared in pale light around the circle. My name burned silver. Otsana’s name burned silver. Maelor’s name burned black and red. Bardolph’s name burned dark gray, tied to mine by a thin poisoned thread that pulsed each time my heart beat.

“They’re here!” The words struck me like physical blows. They’re here. The nightmare we’d spent weeks whispering about in council chambers had become reality. The Ironbloods. Magic-wielding killers who had burned entire villages to ash. Malakor. The warlord. I froze. The slums had taught me how to survive. How to steal. How to fight. How to disappear into shadows. But this wasn’t another tavern brawl. This was war. Monsters. Magic. Blood. Death.

The pulse shifts, changing its frequency, turning colder, sharper, smelling of iron and ancient shields. "House of Voron," I say, stepping directly into Diana’s space, my amethyst eyes locking onto her pale face as the silver smoke around me begins to swirl, driven away by the sudden, intense heat radiating from my skin. "Keepers of the Iron Oath. You claim the northern gate, yet your ancestors bought their freedom with three thousand cattle and a broken spear at the River of Bones. Your blood is not clear, Diana. It is borrowed." Diana stumbles back a half-step, her breath hitching, her pristine green tunic trembling. "You... you couldn't know that. That isn't in the public scrolls."

Caleb stood up from his seat and sat beside Vlad who was looking anxious. “I guess he is the new royal orphan Amanda introduced to the whole Red Woods last time. What a shame that they are raising this frail vampire. Very unlikely to his brothers, our friend. Right?” Fenrir examined the poor boy laying down on the cold ground of the palace. Caleb nodded in response before giving order.

Iris ripped off the page from her diary, turning just in time to catch her reflection in the mirror. The face that looked back at her yelled one word: weak! She trailed her finger along the cut on her lips and the purple patches on her face. The memory of Nathan's gaze and his liquor-infested breath. "Omega whore.” “No wolf.” “Stupid bitch.” Once again, her mate had lost his temper after losing his leadership to the Lycan King. She'd tried to hide away from him, but last night, he was intent on finding her out, leaving her with a few broken bones and scars.