Iron Body Monarch Novels & Stories

At the center of the advancing horde, towering three stories high above the smoking crater, stood the Ashen Monarch. The entity was a tall monolith of black basalt and red glowing lava. Its skeletal head was enormous and had no features other than a vertical slit of blinding molten-gold fire that burned like a furnace. In its giant hands it held a weapon made from the core of a star cooled off, a huge double sided battle ax that radiated heat so much that the air yards away shimmered and warped. "Puny usurpers..." a voice, heavy and grating like grinding tectonic plates, echoed directly into the minds of every warrior in the Obsidian Ridge army. "You wear crowns of dust upon a world that bel

We looked back to see Dom standing in the middle of the hall. "What is it, young man?" The Senex asked. "How can they be king and queen when Amy Daunter is alive?" He questioned. "Clare James is the daughter of Jane James, therefore she is the true monarch as she is her daughter. The sword decides the King and Queen. Amy Daunter was never the queen. She was given the title for the time being. We told her that she could attain the title if she could bring us the sword. But she couldn't" He explained to Dom.

I was overtired from the wedding, especially what I just saw now. ' I'm five feet two inches tall, slim, and have blue eyes. He has brown eyes, jet-black hair, and a body like a model. It benefitted him to get a brunette on his wedding night. He's a king. He can get wha tever he desires. '

The weapons carried by these individuals were crafted from first-grade Black Iron, which was capable of withstanding ordinary attacks. Among the guards, the two black-robed men at the forefront had reached the formidable level of stage-seven martial monarch. "You little pest, you've caused enough trouble!" sneered the black-robed martial monarch on the left, his eyes glinting with greed. "You've slaughtered so many of the Dark Blood Guards. Today, even if you escape to the heavens, you won't evade death!"

I couldn’t say anything to my father when Uncle Bane told him it looks like someone is targeting the kingdom by hitting us in the area that’s the weakest. We used to have strong warriors, everyone feared them, but that was back when my great grandfather Harry ruled. Harry was brutal with his punishments; twenty strikes weren't enough to satisfy his need to prove his dominance. Harry liked to sentence the ones that were disobedient to death. Goddess help you if you were a female wolf in those days and didn't find your mate by seventeen, you would become a slave in the palace. Harry forced the slaves to please him a different slave for different pleasures you might say. One slave he liked on h

The Hidden Monarch was interested in the map fragment he held. Coincidentally, Andrius also had some interest in the Hidden Monarch’s fragment. Swoosh! The next moment, Andrius flew into the main hall. The person standing there had a dignified presence with white eyebrows, making him look imposing. He was none other than the famous Hidden Monarch! “Andrius, I am the Hidden Monarch.” Seeing Andrius, the Hidden Monarch said bluntly, “I wish to exchange the Immortal Demon Palace map fragment in your possession with an inheritance and artifact left by a Divine King level expert. What do you think?

Going to Jweali alone just for some Source Crystals, in Commander Randall's opinion, was absolutely insane. What Commander Randall didn't know was that Victor wasn't going for just a few measly Source Crystals. "Uncle Patrick, I can get there myself. I recently took in a pet that can swim. It can take me across the sea." "The dangers in the sea are beyond your wildest imagination, you..." "Uncle Patrick, my pet is a Monarch-rank creature. If we just stick to the surface of the sea, it won't be that dangerous." "Monarch-rank?" Commander Randall knew how powerful Monarch-rank creatures were. And precisely because he knew, he couldn't believe Victor had managed to tame a Monarch-rank mechanical

“No, no, no—“ People thought he was grieving but in reality, he was confused. Yes, he grieved because of his affection for her, but the truth was far colder. Irene did her part. She carried the relic to the end. The door was opened but why? “Why was the monarch still alive?” He wondered. The monarch was meant to die alongside his mate and then he would take over and lead the survivors. That was how things should have unraveled. That was the intended outcome. He did what his heart wanted. He gave Irene the relic and she used it. Now the heart had recoiled, all the pulsing energy from the other dead Vrykolakas was fading and he could not understand why it was happening.

Mary yelled. “I know that. That's why I'm only going to extract your heart. The heart is believed by many to house the human soul, so if Sabbath has bonded with yours, the great Monarch only needs your heart to extract Sabbath's power. Don't worry, though. The great Monarch still wishes to play with you, so she has given me another heart to replace yours with. Just like I promised, you might survive, and you might not,” Elizabeth replied, getting up from her seat.

they both shrieked in unison on seeing how disoriented she was. Right in front of the spreading queen was a raven bronze, it was in the shape of a dominant man with the most deadly face you'd ever seen. Assorted remarkable blossoms of numerous pigments festoon his body, and a raven sculpture of a valiant dragon was seated on his huge mighty feet. "Careful, my queen!" Lady Macbeth cautioned on catching sight of how wobbled her pure feet were. “I'm not weak, Lady Macbeth!" Queen Isle snapped angrily at her, her green orbs could be hardly seen as they grew extremely dark.