Iron Giant Flying Novels & Stories

Koji dashes in Gede’s direction with his fiery sword. “But I have an idea! Inti Lompatan Langit Biru! (Blue Sky Jumping Heart)” Koji swings his sword at Gede throwing him away to the sky. Koji then launches himself as if he’s a flying comet. “How impudent! I’ll kill you! Teknik Jitu: Hukuman! (Ultimate Technique: Timeout)” The cloaked in white Iru Aira expands his hammer trunk and swings it aimlessly. The flying Koji takes such lethal strikes from Aira, yet he keeps flying toward Gede no matter how painful the damage that hammer dick, eh hammer trunk strikes him mercilessly.

Japan Nolan's Pov It's been four years. Grandma shipped me off to Japan, dad killed mom , I have no idea what became of my brothers. Grandma said she fixed everything, she is the most kind hearted human I know. Her only sin is giving birth to dad. Now, she wants me to return to Icarus Falls. I'm pretty sure she's up to something. She didn't tell me what it is and I didn't ask. The one person I'm scared of seeing is Isa.

And Ian, a crazy billionaire white knight that I had run into one late night at a resort. "You own this jet?" I screamed at Ian, just to be heard over the noise of the wind. The doors were open as Ian wanted us to see all of the sights, but hell no, I wasn't doing that! He grinned at me behind his sunglasses as the strong wind blew over his hair. "Enjoy your first ride with me, Iris!" "This is crazy!" I laughed loudly and threw my head back. God! If anyone told me I would ever be doing this—flying on a jet—on a very random day, I probably wouldn't have believed them.

“Iris, open your eyes. It’s okay, it won’t hurt you.” Gabriel whispered near her ear, reassuring her. Iris slowly lifted her eyes. They widened instantly in shock. Five huge winged beasts were flying in the sky, with a terrifying presence suggesting they were high-ranking creatures. Iris was stunned by the sight. She turned her gaze toward Gabriel, who was smiling at her calmly. He answered her unspoken question: “These are Phantom flying beasts from an ancient lineage, a symbol of our empire.” He looked toward the beasts that landed on the ground waiting for his orders.

The sky above the Iron Shore was no longer a natural blue; it was hemorrhaging with streaks of violent, incandescent orange. The Icarus platforms massive slabs of orbital steel and kinetic rods were catching the atmosphere, their heat shields glowing as they transitioned from silent watchers to falling executioners.

He flew through the open air, surrounded by tumbling debris and sparking magenta power cables, before his heavy tires slammed down onto the polished, black-glass streets of the Shogun's city. Tank, Jax, Reyes, Sienna, and Lena poured into the breach right behind him. Thousands of roaring, heavy iron choppers and treaded scav-crawlers launched from the top of Neo-Angeles, pouring through the shattered floor of the flying metropolis like a roaring, mechanical geyser. "Blood on the asphalt!" Jax bellowed, his tires screeching as he drifted his massive bike around a smoking crater in the black glass. "Or whatever the hell they pave their streets with up here!"

And that's where I see them. Not one. Not two. A full escort. Guards line the edges of the clearing, positioned like they're expecting a threat. Or transporting one. In the center waits the transport—dark, reinforced, built more like a moving cage than anything meant for comfort. Thick iron bands run along its sides, and hitched to it— Not horses. Massive ironclad dragons. Their eyes glow faintly, unnatural and sharp, smoke curling from their nostrils as they shift restlessly against their restraints.

Swoosh! Amidst the roaring storm, a big black figure flew above the plane, covering the sun. The plane started shaking violently and passengers kept screaming. The giant silver eagle dashed past the plane, then it turned and flew towards the plane again, as if it was playing around. Tick...! Heavy machine guns started firing, and thumb-sized bullets and smoke filled the sky. Bullets hit the silver eagle and created sparks around it along with multiple "clangs". Its feathers were as tough as mithril, so ordinary bullets are useless against it.

She dived, her golden cannon charging for another shot. "You are a 'High-Value Asset,' Elara!" she screamed, her corporate mask finally cracking into pure, unadulterated rage. "You do not have the 'Permission' to die on your own terms!" Before she could fire, a shadow swept over the bridge. It wasn't a cloud. It was a fleet of rusted, 1990s-era fighter jets—F-15 Eagles—roaring out of the fog. They were the "Air-Wing" of the Iron Vault, piloted by the men and women who had refused to be uploaded.

IRENA IRENA tightened her coat around her as she stood in the mountains, waiting for Sage to come along. Titan was barking and turning his head in the fine snow. She shook her head. It will be very interesting. Try to survive with a four-legged super creature. She looked around and her heart pounded. Huge mountains rose up on either side of them. Absorbing the white spikes, she felt grateful that they didn't fall so high. She could only imagine what it would be like to try to descend from the top.