Iron Body Monarch Novels & Stories

He could still defend against heavy assaults. "I get it, Monarch." Everyone's spine tingled when they heard Dray's cold voice. They were also taken aback by the manner in which Dray addressed me. Monarch. That wasn't just any ordinary title. Monarch, Emperor, and King are titles reserved for persons wielding enormous power. There was, however, only one emperor in this empire. Who was this monarch, then? Even Rui was taken aback. Despite the fact that she was employed by the young master, she was not entirely familiar with him.

Or perhaps the thing that was waking beneath the palace had made the decision for whoever was controlling the wards. And there he was. My father. Malachai Veyr. King of the Ironclaw. Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. His silver hair was pulled back from his face in a severe line that emphasized the sharp angles of his features. His eyes were cold the kind of cold that came from never allowing yourself to feel anything but contempt for the world around you. He sat on what should have been my throne, his fingers steepled together in an attitude of perfect repose, like a predator resting between meals.

The monkey that had pledged allegiance so easily to Mane was actually a King? Emerald Crystal Monkeys were special existences. Silver’s mother was born as a Crystal Monkey Queen, and Silver was a Crystal Monkey Prince. Although he had lost his complexion, it was bound to return if he kept on improving in strength and basking in the light of the Light Tree. Although Mane had proven to Silver’s mother that he was more than capable of helping Silver grow with Devour, he hadn’t done anything to show that he was capable of protecting her son and future King of the Crystal Monkeys.

He commanded the seas and lands, and was the most powerful man in Drakonia. The Dark Monarch's figure was reflected in these words! "I see now!" Liana stepped forward excitedly. Then, she tore apart the calligraphy she had spent ten billion on. "Ms. Yarborough, what are you doing?!" "That's the Dark Monarch's work! It's a treasure of the world!" "Even if you're rich, you shouldn't be so willful!" Everyone was shocked. That was the best calligraphy script in the world! It was a treasure that would be remembered for generations!

Aradaa looked up. Above the cliffs, the sky was no longer grey. It was black. Thousands of shapes were circling. Wings. "The Iron Kings," Aradaa whispered. The first one landed on the ledge above them. It was ten feet tall, covered in rusted armor that seemed to grow out of its skin. It carried a spear made of dragon bone. It didn't look at Kaelor. It looked at Aradaa. "The Muse," the thing rumbled. Its voice was like tectonic plates shifting.