Iron Body Monarch Novels & Stories

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Meanwhile, Tyr continued to play the box-moving game on his phone, as if everything that was happening around him had nothing to do with him. It was clear from Iron’s facial expression that he thought very highly of himself. He did not react too significantly to Marcus’ passionate greeting. Marcus quickly handed a ten-million-dollar cheque to Iron. “I’m counting on you, Master Iron, for what will happen later.” Finally, Iron smiled a little as he nodded. “Don’t worry. With me around, nobody can hurt you today.” After hearing what Iron said, Marcus felt much more reassured. “Master Iron, this is my sworn sister whom I mentioned to you previously, Jade Laurell. She is the Queen of Jewelry from

How is it that the guy who is dating my mate possesses so much more power than I do? Even the council members lack his level of vitality. I am aware that the monarch is rumored to be a Lycan. Lycans are a subspecies of wolves. However, that gentleman is not a Lycan. He does not smell like a wolf. He has a more human scent and walks with such confidence. Why was I coerced into submission? The King is a centuries-old man. That gentleman appears to be my age. As a result, he is not a king. However, who is he?

She raised her head, her height was above 6 feet, plump and gorgeous, her lips were pinky, and she picked up her long dress. Walking like a queen, she made her way to the front, and the prince looked back, oh my God. My angel. "You look stunning," he replied. They stood in the same location, complementing each other's appearance. As the current king of this magnificent kingdom, the monarch said, "I hereby present to you the new crowned king and the queen of this iron throne," removing his royal crown made of steel and placing it on Kohl's head, "the crown represents authority, power, and leadership. There were yells and shouts, and happiness ensued. The monarch signalling, and there was stil

and then they land on something that knocks the air right out of my lungs. At the far end of the hall, raised high above the floor, sits a massive platform—and on it, three thrones. My mouth goes dry. The middle throne is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Made of black iron, towering, cold, powerful. Etched with moons, wolves, and ancient symbols I can’t even read. Even empty, it radiates authority. Darkness. Strength. That throne belongs to someone who doesn’t ask for power—they are power.

The men who were fussing around him to make him try the suits left the room immediately after bowing to the great king Ironheart. The king of Aradia Kingdom. Samuel Ironheart. “Father,” he bowed and walked up to him only to be taken in his tight embrace. “I’m so proud of you, Orion. Just remember. Becoming a king doesn’t mean to use your power mercilessly. It’s a huge responsibility.” With his face tightly clasped against the king, he nodded. In the past, his parents showed concern when he didn’t get his beast until the age of fourteen. Usually, the crown princes in the past were famous for getting their beasts as early as the age of nine or ten. Their bodies could take the pressure of posse

Almira said with a sweet smile that had Amber narrowing her eyes at the old bitch. "What does that invitation have to do with you?" Amber asked, the grimness in her tone intensified. "There's so much you still have to learn. You are a Crone. An abomination yet still a Crone. It's about time you meet the real Monarch. It's time you meet the Rightful King, one who does not need to rule to be acknowledged." "I will if I got any free time to spare to meet this mysterious monarch, you spoke about." Amber shot back in a bored tone as she was about to turn to leave but it seemed like Almira was not done yet.

Chapter 5️⃣ ❤️ Two Monsters ❤️ Ironblood Kingdom: King Malgron sat on his throne, looking every bit the immortal tyrant he was. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties at most. Handsome in that sharp, dangerous way that said "I could kill you and look good doing it." His long shoulder length green hair was left undone and freshly combed. He looked more like Kaelithra's older brother than her father, which was just one of the perks of being over a thousand years old and immortal.

“The Governess recently contacted all military groups, and even some strong mercenary groups from different bases for one single mission: capture the newborn monarch. I knew you must have heard about it, right?” Indeed, Ferdinand had heard about this news. When he heard that a monarch was born in T City, he was overwhelmed with fear. Once a monarch is born, the advantage will be taken away from the humans and will be held by the undeads. Monarch can destroy thousands of people in a single order, and that's what they needed to be prepared for. Obviously, the Governess wanted to capture it that's why she summoned all the strongest ability-holders known to their country.

Four distinct sources of power inside me. I inhaled slowly. The first was familiar. The Monarch power. It flowed from my head, steady and structured, like thought given form. When I touched it, it felt cold—sharp, controlled—but not empty. Light silver specks moved through it, like distant stars caught in motion. Authority. Order. Legacy. This was the power of rulers. The power that allowed decisions to shape worlds. The second came from deeper. My core. It was violet. Warm. Alive.