Iron-blooded Orphans Review Novels & Stories

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

Caius settled with a completeness that told me he was satisfied by the arrangement even if his preference would have been to keep her within three metres of him indefinitely. The northern edge of Ironblood's territory was old pine woodland ... the kind that had been there long enough that the trees had grown into each other overhead and the ground beneath them was layered and soft and held light differently from open land. In daylight it was a place that wolves ran through on perimeter routes without thinking much about it. In the dark before dawn it had the specific character of enclosed space ... sound muffled, visibility limited to what the torches illuminated, movement tracked by ear mor

I saw a boy carved from bone, feeding his dreams to the dying. A warrior of flame with no enemy, burning herself for warmth she could no longer feel. These were not monsters. They were orphans. Abandoned by belief and now… furious. “I see you!” I shouted into the storm of images. “You’re not what we made you. You’re more. You’re still whole, somewhere beneath all the rot.” “Too late,” said the first. “Too broken,” said the second. “Too afraid,” said a third voice, soft and small like a child.

"That's a lie!" Oren ignored him and turned the page. "The Stoneclaw Lord conspires with human merchants to smuggle forbidden drugs..." "The Ironfang Lord's eldest son is in fact the son of his younger brother..." "Enough!" several lords roared at once. Oren snapped the book shut, his eyes glinting with mockery. "My Lord, I believe the word you used was...'rabble'?" The square fell deathly silent. This was no mere band of mercenaries. This was a vast, shadowy power with a terrifying intelligence network.

He caught the little girl mid-air, sweeping her up into the massive, solid warmth of his chest, twisting his body to completely shield her eyes from the pooling blood on the white glass floor. The little orphan trembled violently, her tiny fingers automatically clawing into the thick, blood-slicked gray fur of Riheirk's shoulder armor. She buried her face deep into the crook of his neck, her chest heaving as she let out a piercing, heartbroken wail of pure, overwhelming relief and confusion.

My heart ached thinking about her, alone, coughing, needing me. We drove for what felt like hours, and I lost track of time. My mind spinning with worry and fear. Then the gates appeared—tall, iron, and topped with spikes. They opened slowly, groaning like they were warning me. The house wasn’t a house. It was a fortress. Stone walls. Security cameras. Men with rifles, their faces hard and unfriendly. A wide driveway led to a sleek mansion with glass windows and sharp edges. When I stepped out, I felt small. Like a bug they could step on without feeling a thing. One wrong move, and I could be crushed without anyone caring.

"Like you do, I'm also confused as to why they can be killed with fire. But I think we don't have the luxury of time to discuss about that as of the moment because Orion is waiting to be saved from the hands of Nerissa. So shall we go?" "Right. We should go. I hate Orion most of the times, but he is still the only cousin I have and I love him even though he is annoying so we should go save him." There were traps set on the pathway leading to the center of the den that seems like a court room for me or something like that. But since we are not that dumb, we were able to dodge all the traps. At the end of the court room-not the usual court room in the palace for those rooms are very classic an

Dad and Mum tried to uproot the sword when they were of age; Vekra, Orion and Hela have all tried their hand but none of them had any success retrieving it. Time is however of essence and our pack weakens with every cycle that goes without an Ironbound warrior freeing the great sword Eirwyn and fulfilling the prophecy. The myth passed down for a thousand years says that the werewolf community was once besieged by powerful wolf-like abominations called the Orkeli and we were losing the war until the werewolves merged all the clans, bringing forth the strongest of their warriors to push them back. It was here in Ironbound territory that they finally succeeded after seven moons, taking the Orke