Iron Giant Flying Novels & Stories

Sorry for the corny pun . Indigo continued to zap at me as I was barely able to dodge them one by one as they scorch the floor. " Can’t fly forever, ominous ” Indigo said. The black electricity from her arms sprung her body, taking on the the form on a giant tiger and fired it at me. " Holy crap” I said as I flew in circles hoping to out run her construct . But Indigo’s electrical construct strecth beyond my ability to dodge it and shocked me. " AHHHHH!” I screamed in agony while the construct dispated.

Soon enough a car came through the other gates of the airport hangar. It was a chauffeur driven Maybach “That's him,” Jessi confirmed, getting out of the car. Just then Reyes' private jet—a bombardier global, taxied out of a hangar, and onto the tarmac. Sofia watched these things happen with a slight sadness in her heart. “I guess this is it,” she said, turning to Jessi, who was distracted, looking at the side mirror. “Huh?” She asked, sitting up. Sofia glanced backward.

Binta whispered, stepping closer to the edge, her scar-faced expression slack with disbelief. Bursting upward through the neon-green clouds came a massive, jagged slab of pure, compressed iron-shale. It was the size of a chieftain’s boma, weighing countless tons, and it was flying upward against gravity, drawn entirely by the magnetic, elemental pull of Mwajuma’s will.

I should see what’s happening,’ thought Fane as he flew toward the source of the sounds of fighting. As the Chi was rich in this area, Fane flew swiftly on his flying sword and went straight to the mountaintop. Of course, Fane did not fly too high in the sky as he feared monster beasts would spot him, thus he merely flew a meter or two above ground speedily. Soon, Fane arrived at the mountaintop where the battle seemingly took place. “Drats! How did these people get in?” A bald, burly man with straight eyebrows and looked extremely domineering seemed gargantuan as he held a humongous mace. He wore no upper clothes, and it exposed his terrifying-looking muscles that resembled a scaly dragon.

CIANA He is back wearing his blank expression when he guides me inside his house. The house is huge and luxurious with dominant white paint. It is two-storey and has a wide area outside with a swimming pool and a garden. I see three different luxurious cars and fountains too. I feel like a walking trash between bundles of gold. My black shirt and black jeans are too simple for this place. I look at Airo’s back when he halts in front of his brother’s coffin. He is a lucky guy born in such a family but he seems like being left alone and is dead with emotions. But now, I can see he is not that dead inside his heart. He is wearing a mask, I presume.

Peirce blinked turning to Jamal’s pregnant wife. “But…” He slowly stood up, staggered a little before gaining his ground then his teeth clenched, his fist tightly balled as rain dropped on him one after the other before it lightly showered while staring at Jamal. Suddenly many Inhumanes mounting their Kirin landed around them one after the other in their various vibrant armors imitating their glowing skin, out from the well crafted holes and markings on it.

After that, we kept walking him pointing out the points in hell, I have to say hell isn't that ugly, it's cold, but it got it's own beauty. "Keiran" I say after a while of walking, I was getting tired. "Yes, pup?" he answer me, although I'm having fun, I got tired. "Can you take me on a fly?" I ask him with puppy eyes. "Sure love" he says making me squeal, opening his wings showing off the black majesty. "Keiran, I lost my feather, can I have another one? Please?" I ask again as he takes off in the sky.

“We’ll manage, Tana. And once we have what we need to start our life, we’ll find a way to get it and you back down the mountain.” The next day is as grueling as I warned Ishir that it would be. I have to practically lay on his back to help him keep his balance. Jena flies to the top of the mountain and waits for us, watching from her perch. The cave was meant to be reached by a flying dragon, not a four-legged animal.

Oliver also stared at the numerous dragons, surprise in his eyes. “Welcome to our place, dear guests.” Kian walked in front of us and effortlessly broke free from the rope. Ah right, this is their place so they are at their most powerful. Wings protrude from his back, almost as big as the wings of the dragon I once saw in my dream. He flew away majestically, like the eagle that rules the sky. The frown on Oliver’s face deepened. Two guards approached us, long and sharp spears in their hand. Its shaft was made with thick iron while its head with a glowing stone, presumably some kind of crystal.

I look up, having already seen what happens next. The high-pitched squawk of a bird fills the air as the largest stream of lightning strikes the field, colliding with both Jartre and Azadou’s bolts, the air rippling and filling with static charge as dust and debris are blown from the force. As these two idiots try for round two, a grand and magnificent eagle-like bird lands in front of Azadou, standing at fifteen feet tall, spreading her thirty-foot-long wings out wide like a shield. Her gorgeous golden feathers fade into a deep, electric blue charged with electricity as she lets out another squawk of protest. Now I know what a raitruum looks like and I have to say, they might be one of the