Iron Hands Chapter Master Novels & Stories

Not to Ashar, not to Riven, not to me. I can feel it, the weight of it, pressing against me. The desire to claim her is a fire I can never extinguish. But I know my place. I know what I am. I am the Lord of Chains. The master of manipulation, of mental warfare, of control. I wield fear like others wield weapons. I own minds, break them, twist them until they are nothing more than pliable clay. I have done it before. But her, she is different.

I won’t let anyone take him away from me. “Hey, why did you block your thoughts?” he said, glaring at me. I chuckled. “I was thinking about something you shouldn’t hear.” I said. He shook his head. “You know how to block me since, why didn’t you do that?” he asked. “Of course I know how to block you off. I blocked off my pack for years. There were more reasons why they were weary, because they couldn’t tell what was going on in my head. I left you because I noticed you love doing it,” I said, realising my mind from the chains I locked it. He didn’t reply to me as Dante walked in with some warriors holding some tech stuff.

"Believe me, I do understand, but what you think you are feeling is not love. She has only but used you for her vicious plan to get back at me." And with saying that, William concedes and hands his weapon over. But much to my surprise, again, I see Edward appear behind him. He looks at me, and all I do is give him one nod of my head. He effortlessly slides a dagger from his side a drives it through William's dead heart. He crashes to the floor; I am saddened to see that a man I thought was a friend does now lifelessly lie at my feet. I am afraid to say; you do not take on The Master and just get away.

He then glared at Zephyr. Zephyr was right, it was the Master of the Masters. He was angry. Truly, truly enraged. “Hmph, Zephyr Khan! You’re bold! How dare you come to the palace, causing trouble!” the Master exclaimed. When he looked at his armless partner once more, his anger had further intensified. He was an Agile of level five, a treasured personnel of the Dynasty. Not even the princes’ was as important as he. How could he not be enraged?

Handsome suddenly raised its voice. Its body trembled slightly at this moment. "Isn't it? You are scared." The Nation Master still sneered. "Scared?" Handsome spat out another word. A hint of impatience flashed across the Nation Master's green eyes. He didn't want to talk nonsense with the demon pig in front of him. Raising the Eight Divine Ruler in his hand, the National Master was about to smash the other party into the ground when at this moment, a shocking change suddenly occurred to Handsome.

I let go of his fingers and bit my lower lip, those two possibilities were intoxicating and I don't know if I can decide between them. "Open your eyes and look down." My Master ordered and I did as he spoke. My eyes immediately found Dylan and Kendrick. I can feel through the bond that they are angry and instead of causing me to be afraid, I let out a longer groan. "What a bad girl... Enjoy exposing what should be just for their gaze." My Master begins to squeeze both my breasts, harder and it sends little shocks straight to my sex and I get wetter and wetter. In my mind, I can already see Kendrick and Dylan punishing me, the way they would and how I would beg them to let me go and I know my

Danica lifted her chin and asked, "Who did you conquer?" "No." Andy immediately changed his mind and said, "Well, you've conquered me, and I've been conquered by you..." Suddenly, Andy seemed to think of something. He looked at Danica with grievances and said, "I've been conquered by you, but you haven't explained the relationship between you and the bodyguard around Master Handerson?" The bodyguard around Master Handerson? The tension on Danica's tensed face finally eased. She burst out laughing. "Hah... Master Handerson? He's no longer Master Handerson. As for the bodyguard, he's the Young Master of the Smith Family now."

She would be easily hurt now. The taller man hissed, “Master said she was just a girl—gifted, yes, but controllable. She wasn’t supposed to fight back like that.” “She’s stronger than he expected,” the other agreed. “He said her blood would awaken, not explode.” “I asked you a question,” I snapped. “Who is your master?” The taller man’s grin faded. “You’ll find out soon enough… when you’re dead.” He lunged forward with the blade. I moved by instinct, rolling to the side despite the weight of the chains. The blade slashed across my shoulder, tearing flesh. I bit back a scream and kicked out, managing to knock him back.

The smile didn’t mock me. It promised--- more! “Is there anything you need, Master?” I blinked, confused… “M-Master?!” I echoed, the question jarring in my mind. Master?! What the hell did he mean by that? This was the second time he’d said that, but I was no closer to understanding what it meant. What the pact between us meant… And for some reason, I couldn’t find the words to ask about it… “What--- what do you---?” I began asking, but before I could, he stood, unfolding to his full, towering height before me. With a simple swipe of his hand, the hood fell away, revealing his thick black hair---

“You train. You master your senses. You understand your wolf. Only then can you begin the hunt properly.” I rose, gripping his hand, feeling the surge of confidence. The whispers of my wolf mingled with the fire in my heart. I felt the new power flowing through me—muscles honed, senses sharpened, instincts alive. I was Iris, but I carried Silver’s soul. And together, we were unstoppable.