Iron Body Monarch Novels & Stories

On the night she was meant to marry and fulfill her duty as a princess of the Crimson Moon Pack, Selene watches her destiny turn to ashes. The ceremony is invaded by Anton, the Supreme Alpha of the North, the feared Black Wolf,who destroys everything in blood and fire. To keep his throne, her own father sells her and her sister into slavery. Dragged in chains to the Iron Fortress, Selene discovers that her worst enemy is also the man chosen for her by the moon: her fated mate. Anton doesn’t believe in the sacred bond, but the moment he scents her, he vows to claim her, body and soul, even if he has to break her completely to do it. Between punishments, humiliation, and a cruel rivalry with Saphira, the official Luna, Selene fights the forbidden desire that grows for her captor. He is brutal, dangerous, incapable of love. But he’s also the only one who can protect her from a fate even worse. Torn between resistance and revenge, or surrendering to the scorching passion that blooms even in hell, Selene must choose: run from the darkness… or become its queen. An intense and sensual dark wolf romance, perfect for fans of possessiveness, fated mates, and forbidden love.

She rules her world,she sets the pace. Pretty poison. Driven by revenge and the never quenched hunger for blood and vengeance. She's a one woman army, and the Mafia Bosslady. But will the iron lady ever bend?

I abandoned her eight years ago. Not for me, for her, to keep her away from the cruel fate of being my mate, our kind's future queen. Now a fucking ATM card ligned our fate once again. *** Drake Lockhart is the hidden latest monarch of werewolf kind. Who knows being away from his family got him to found his luna? And boy, she is perfect! Even after discovered the fact that she was raised as a human, Drake didn't faltered, he accept and loving Moira and wants only the best for her. But the war found his pack, and pushed him to left her side, for her safety. She left alone and broken. Right years had passed when Moira found her mate is stand tall in font of her door. Will Moira let him sashaying his way into her life again? If so, what kind of queen will she be?

"I'll build you thousands of empires and mansions, adore you with precious pieces of jewelry, you will be the only known queen of this ruthless man," Azrael Thorn Execroz whispered words that marked Andromeda's heart. His minty breath lingers in her senses, particularly in her nose. She wanted to be consumed by the fire of his heart, deep until they can no longer grasp for air. His shoulder shuddered in the darkness, while his body remains to cage the woman who captivated his iron heart. "Azrael..." she said softly with her heart beating erratically. "I...I don't desire your wealth nor your heart," she replied, slightly shivering. She was lying to the young man but mostly to herself. "Then what do you want?" he replied with his eyes beginning to shine as the tears warn to fall. He is breaking. "Let me leave," Andromeda spoke, each word like an arrow piercing through his heart. Sliding her right arm to his chest, she tiptoed momentarily to whisper what ended them. "Free me." And with that, the mighty and dignified Azrael Execroz felt his world crumble into small shards of glass. She tamed him. She was his escape. His solace. And now, she's gone.

Dark. Powerful. Dangerous. James Maxwell is one of the billionaire elites who rules Las Vegas City with an iron fist. You’re definitely worth two million, Mia. Think about it. Two million. Five years. Your brother will go free. It’s a contract. Those are the words of the gorgeous billionaire James Maxwell, the man who makes my heart race and my body tremble with longing. I want to refuse his proposal, but how can I? My brother owes him two million, and as dirt poor as we are, there’s no way we can find that much money to repay him. What’s worse, I think I’m falling in love with the man who thinks I’m just his mistress. My name is Mia Donovan, a twenty-two-year-old small-town girl working as a kitchen hand to make ends meet. My world is changing—both for the better and worse. James Maxwell, a gorgeous billionaire with beautiful Prussian-blue eyes, is the man behind this. He makes my heart flutter and my knees shake. When he kisses me, my world melts into a pool of exotic sensation. But his world is dark and dangerous, and being with him is a risk both to my life and my sanity. This is our story.

"Do you really think I'd want you after you hurt, insulted, and humiliated me? You don't even like me!" "To mate with you, I do not need to like you." -----------‐------------------------------- Part of the Iron River series. Can be read as a standalone story. Nivia is destined to become the alpha of the Iron River pack, following in the footsteps of her mother, Alpha Aeryn, the first female alpha. She has been preparing for her role by dealing with a very cold and arrogant potential ally, Alpha Rutherford. They have only talked online and have grown to hate each other. Nivia's carefree nature and informal approach get on the proud British alpha's nerves. While Rutherford's arrogance and forced politeness drive Nivia crazy. When they finally meet at a party, Nivia finds herself mated to the Alpha with a heart of stone.

Lila Phillips was a scientist. She lived in the monarch country called Framery which still lived on its ancient tradition where the Crown Prince as the successor of the current King must live in secret among commoners. One day, she found her boyfriend cheating with her own cousin on her bed in her apartment. Luckily, the heartbroken didn’t last long when the mysterious man in the cemetery that she continuously see since she was fifteen talked to her for the first time. He also a big help for her when she almost raped by her cheating ex-boyfriend. But he gave her vague answer about the thing that she wanted from him. Forcing her to look for another way. At that point, she accidentally met the second prince of the country who thought her personality was attractive at the first sight and fell madly in love with her. She didn’t realize that she was involved in a love triangle situation until the country was in a serious power dispute, and she was the main reason behind it.

After the Covenant Gala, Mother handed me a list. The names of every vampire at the banquet. I was to choose a blood-bound mate. This time, I didn't choose Damon Blackwood. I didn't choose anyone on her list. I chose Caspian Blackwood. Damon’s ancestor. The true Monarch of the Blackwood clan, slumbering for centuries. Mother’s jaw dropped. Everyone knew I’d spent centuries chasing Damon. But they didn't know the truth of my last life. After our blood bond, he refused my touch, my bed, my very existence. I told myself he was consumed by Covenant affairs. When no heir came, I blamed myself. Then I found it. The truth. It had always been her. From the very beginning. My sister, Delia. He never came home because the sight of me repulsed him. But this time, as Caspian and I stood at the altar, our hands clasped to seal our bond… Damon snapped.

After the night of the full moon, my daughter - Lily was declared lost to the Rampage—her mind shattered, her wolf consumed by madness. Pack law is clear: when a wolf-blood is deemed uncontrollable, their guardian must sign the Blood Pact. The moment the pact takes effect, their body belongs to the pack. My Alpha husband, Liam Blackwood, urged me to sign. He said it was an honor to serve the pack. He said our daughter would have wanted to save other pups. Holding our daughter's broken, wasted body, I wept until I had nothing left. But that night, at the end of the corridor, I heard her voice. Elena Vance. The pack's youngest Shaman Healer. And the woman Liam had loved before me—the one who got away. "Lily's marrow is a perfect match." "Once Sophie signs the Blood Pact, I can harvest the marrow and brew the antidote. It will save your daughter. Our daughter." Later, Elena's daughter walked out of that treatment center, healthy and whole. My daughter walked out in an urn. I stormed the Alpha Mansion to demand the truth. But before I could speak, Dark Magic ripped through my veins. My wolf surfaced against my will—violent, uncontrollable. The pack guards tore me apart. My last sight was Liam shielding Elena and her daughter from the bloodshed. "Don't look," he murmured, covering their eyes. "You'll have nightmares." I died clutching the wolf fang necklace my daughter left behind—burning with hatred, drowning in regret. Then I opened my eyes. I was back in the treatment center. Back in that sterile white room. Back before I signed my daughter's life away. I turned to the bed where my little girl thrashed against iron chains. This time, I swore it: They will pay. In blood.

“Kiss me.” The words tumbled out and Lex stepped back instantly. He turned away from her and Isis felt her pride being butchered. “Isis, I-” His voice travelled through the room. It was laced with uncertainty. His back was still to her. "I am sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I-uh. Good bye, Mr. Greyson.” Isis replied as she slid off the desk. She needed to leave, before her embarrassment killed her. Isis grabbed her bag and stalked off towards the door. A grip like iron encased her shoulder and she was spun around to face Mr. Greyson, he pushed her against the door and dropped her bag onto the floor. He pinned her body with his, a hand around her waist bringing her body against his and his other hand cupping her face. He ran his thumb along her lower lips and took satisfaction in her shuddering. He drew her hands up and anchored them above her head, pinning them to the door. His mouth slowly covered hers and moved teasingly. Isis gasped at the skillful movement of his lips against hers. He possessed her fully, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her, devoured her and nothing was sweeter for Lex. He fought to control his natural instincts firing to life and focused on giving her this but he was certain he would gain the most pain from it. He knew he would never forget this kiss, never meet its equal. He pulled away from her, their breath labored. He rested his forehead against hers and committed the moment to memory. He leaned off her, let her hands drop to her sides, he handed Isis her bag. "Good bye, Ms. Davenport.” He replied with some pain as he turned the door knob and allowed her to leave.