Iron Gates Book Novels & Stories

But he was too late. As Vorlag reached the gates, they did not swing open. They dissolved. The massive iron bars, reinforced with ancient magic and Varek steel, did not bend or break. They turned to dust, a silent, effortless corrosion that was a testament to the entity's absolute power. The robed figure flowed through the opening like smoke, a grey shadow against the black night, with its new prize in tow.

The pulse shifts, changing its frequency, turning colder, sharper, smelling of iron and ancient shields. "House of Voron," I say, stepping directly into Diana’s space, my amethyst eyes locking onto her pale face as the silver smoke around me begins to swirl, driven away by the sudden, intense heat radiating from my skin. "Keepers of the Iron Oath. You claim the northern gate, yet your ancestors bought their freedom with three thousand cattle and a broken spear at the River of Bones. Your blood is not clear, Diana. It is borrowed." Diana stumbles back a half-step, her breath hitching, her pristine green tunic trembling. "You... you couldn't know that. That isn't in the public scrolls."

one of the guards barked. Jayden handed over a sleek, black card. The guard inspected it, nodded once, and stepped aside. “Welcome to Ironcrest!” As the gates opened, Jess and Jayden both leaned forward at the same time. “Holy shit,” Jayden whispered. Jess covered her mouth. “Oh my God… this place is… huge.” Ironcrest stretched out like a city. Houses, training grounds, towers, lights everywhere. People moved around, their presence strong and organized. Power was in the air—thick, heavy, undeniable.

“Tell me, how do you intend to escape through that gate?” I followed the direction of his gaze, my heart sinking as my eyes landed on the massive iron bars. They were thick, blackened with age, and bolted together with chains that looked as though they had been forged to withstand centuries. Even if I had all the strength in the world, it would take years to break them apart.

They loomed over us, a vertical weight that made the air feel thin. Usually, the gates were open. Today, the Iron Gate—a slab of metal three feet thick—was shut. Metal ground against metal—rhythmic, grinding. The vibration traveled up through the stone floor, settling in my jaw. The ramparts were lined with the black specks of the Onyx Guard. The defense grid hummed. It was a high-pitched, electronic shriek. A violet energy field crackled in the air, the static making the hair on my arms stand up.

Just the reminder alone made me want so much more. I slammed the book shut. One journal, bound in white leather, caught my eye. I opened it. A passage about fae glamour. "Iron is the only counter-charm. Pure iron, pressed to the skin. Glamour cannot survive contact with unalloyed iron. The fae may appear beautiful, but iron reveals the truth." I closed the journal. Iron. That should be able to protect me from Vivienne if she tries any rubbish. I knew where to find some.

The hardwood floors were warped with age and use and creaked with every step, it smelt like an old library and the stained glass windows with solid iron inlaid bars were a thing of timeless beauty. The glass itself was spelled and the inlaid iron was coated in salt. No manner of creature could penetrate its protections. Even the doors were iron, and yes harmful to Fae, but this iron had been forged with Anderson blood, at best it only mildly stung the Andersons when they touched it, like a small static shock. The windows on both floors were tall and arched, taking up most of the wall space and there were iron shutters to cover them in the event of a siege, the basement windows were half circ

but as they got closer, what they saw was a fortified city big enough to be called its own country. Yen smiled as he looked at the Iron walls and the gates that glimmered with gold and said "so this is my new home"

I am nearly at the back of the book when I look up at Elijah and say, "Silver and Iron..." He looks at me with puzzlement, so I read the small caption "Fairys are easy to kill once you get around their magical defences. Silver is one natural element that will help in lowering their defences. The use of silver on its own will hurt a fairy, but depending on the fairy, it will not stop them. Iron is another natural element that will help you get around their magical defences, but iron is used more for its ability to control them, as it has a binding effect. However, when combined a fairy becomes extremely weak as the combination of both elements makes a fairy's magic almost void, allowing one t

— And this is where we come from now. Ragnar looked up at the large building. It was the same big, big fortress, but it dwarfed all the surrounding buildings. A hole pierced the wall and glowed like the eyes of a hungry beast. At the top of the building was a huge metal flower the size of a dragon boat. Ragnar could not guess what the target was. A large iron gate blocked the way forward at the beginning of the road. Ragnar's softness and blows made it possible to say that many feet have passed this way over hundreds of years. Above the door are carved strange runes that Ragnar has never seen before. Two guards, armed with iron harpoons, guarded the road. They seemed to be made of metal. The