Iron Hands Chapter Novels & Stories

The Key to the Tenth Volume The chapter concluded as Xander reached out and touched the graphite hand of the frozen assistant. The moment his calloused fingers made contact with the stone, the dark map of charcoal scars on his chest flared with a sudden, brilliant orange heat—not the violent fire of the Sovereign, but a warm, melting frequency that turned the graphite beneath his hand back into living skin. The iron key slipped from her loosening fingers, falling into my gray-stained palm with a cold, solid weight. The terminal screen flickered, the loop-coded error message dissolving into a fresh, crisp line of black text that didn't belong to the Thirteen's font:

Brand awoke with a startling sense of déjà-vu. He was face down in sand and a large fur boot lay in his field of vision as he blinked. Faen! This time when he tried to push up, however, his arms would not cooperate. Iron manacles were locked around his wrists. Heavy chains rattled behind him as he struggled to turn over. He felt the pinch of the blade and smelled the coppery tang of blood as a rivulet ran down his neck. He froze, panting.

Pain flares white across my eyes, but I don’t stop. I jam my right thumb inward, forcing the joint down until the bone pops out of place with a sharp crack. I bite my lower lip so hard I taste fresh copper, dragging my hand backward through the narrow steel ring. Skin tears off in strips, blood coating my palm. The blood helps. With one final, agonizing yank, my right hand slips free. I stumble sideways, panting, thick black soot clogging my throat. Using my freed right hand, I grab the left iron cuff, digging my bloody fingers into the metal mechanism.

=== Chapter 9: Obey me, Mama He staggered to the water and plunged his hand into the cool, soothing stream. The pain was unbearable--he just lost four fingers on his right hand. He was dumbstruck, his eyes stinging terribly, trying to adjust to the darkness. Tears were coming from his eyes, either from the insane pain or the feeling of betrayal. He wrapped his wet hand with a leather handkerchief and squeezed it. Someone touched Anarungu's shoulder. In the darkness, he recognized that gentle, light touch, so he didn't jerk away, didn't budge.

he said without moving away his gaze that was giving me chills. He was talking to me about Orion Ironheart. “I don't want to talk about him,” I quickly got to my feet to walk away when my wrist was trapped by him. Though he did not try to pull me, but I still wrestled my hand free from his grip, “the chapter of Orion Ironheart was closed a long time back, Brian. You take his name again and be ready to bear the consequences.” He seemed to be taken aback by my rude tone. I had always treated him like a friend, not my future beta. He stood up and moved back my wet hair lock away from my forehead, “Don’t worry,” he whispered, “I won’t.”

Ikaris said as he extended his hand to me. Having stared at Ikaris for quite some time, I felt myself reaching out to grab his hand, but as I reached out to grab it, I felt something hit the back of my head, and suddenly, everything went dark. End of Part 1

In that horrific moment, Gary pieced together what happened: A beam of crimson light had come from the eyes of the masked one, swiftly burning off the tendons that held his arm and hand together. The scorching heat sealed the wound, preventing immediate bleeding but leaving Gary to face the grim reality of his lost hand. … Forever! “Uarrghhhhhhh!!!” * * * [A/N] Thanks for reading! This chapter was longer than usual, but I just liked the way it flowed. I hope you liked it.

(15). Saved by The Alpha . Chapter 15: fight . Iandor’s whole body was shaking as he walks around the hideout. Curiosity over conscience. He knew he was scared to the bones, but a part of him wanted to see his stalker so he could end this, one way or another. It pained him to see Jay kept whimpering, tossing and turning the whole night, no matter how many times the elder would wake him up, it was hopeless.

It was just that the past three years had made me realize that he no longer was the family I could freely seek affection from. Connor was still looking at me, seemingly waiting for an explanation. But I only lowered my head and replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanders." His frown deepened. He was about to speak up when he caught sight of the still-healing needle marks on my neck. He paused for a moment before reaching out toward me. "What's this?" I instinctively flinched away from Connor's hand. This was something that had never happened before. His hand missed and fell, and his expression darkened instantly. "I'm just trying to look out for you, Wendy, and this is how you're acting?"

they growled, but I just stared at them weakly. “She is weak; let’s drag her,” the other one said. I was confused, drag? Where are they taking me to? They pulled my chain, which was wrapped around my wrist and ankle. I hissed in pain as the guards dragged me out of the room. They didn’t care where my body hit; they just dragged me roughly like I wasn’t a being with flesh like them. I bit my lips, the rusty chain rubbing my injuries that were not healing. They were all infected, and this chain wasn’t helping.