Romans & histoires Iron Hands Chapter

Cold bit into my skin. Stone pressed against my cheek. Every breath felt like glass in my lungs. I tried to move. Couldn't. Arms wouldn't respond. Legs felt distant. Wrong. My eyes cracked open. Darkness. Not complete. Faint orange glow from somewhere. Torchlight maybe. The world tilted when I tried to sit up. Stomach lurched. Bile burned my throat. Iron. I smelled iron. Blood. Old and new. My hands found cold metal. Chains. Heavy ones looped around my wrists. Connecting to a ring bolted into stone.

Kiran inquired as he grabbed hold of Ironwood, the last one not yet sent flying. Ironwood, looking at his fist captured in Kiran's hand, felt like a child fighting an adult, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "How is this possible?" he thought. Ironwood’s punch was powerful enough to deform steel and yet, Kiran was unscathed. "Is this your idea of not showing mercy?" Kiran's words were followed by the sound of cracking bones from his palm. Ironwood screamed in agony as he watched his fist deform and blood seep through Kiran's fingers. His fist was crushed, and his right hand was rendered useless.

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I painstakingly dragged my body towards that place, as carefully as I could feel the pile of iron to find something I could use to untie my hands. Gotcha! I almost screamed when my hand found a rather sharp iron. Even my hand might get hurt if I didn't touch it carefully. I mustered up my strength again, trying my best to loosen my bonds. "Yay!! Succeed!!" "Huh?" My happiness immediately turned to horror when the originally dark room suddenly became bright again. Damn! Have they returned? Though a little longer I can untie the knots in my hands! I bit my lip hard, hiding this sharp iron behind my body. Even if it seems impossible to fight them, at least I have to try! Now no one can save me

Chapter 35 Formidable *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. *** POV: Someone There were no sounds created as they slowly walked towards their prey. Only the hooting of the owl under that almost full moon. And when the man with a huge scar on his chin down to his neck, raised his left hand – the signal of an attack to begin.

His fists were clenched by his sides. Oh, shit. T and Atlas still needed to shift. I tried to gauge the time in my head. They were running up pretty close to the forty-eight hours. I'd fucking shift, no matter what Ten said. "I've not yet had a moment to read this ancient manuscript - " Taryk shifted before Ten/Saint could finish his sentence. "At least this time you didn't land sprawled out on your ass," I said to Panther Man over the implant. He gave me a soft snarl, snapped his jaws at me.

​Silas’s POV ​The journey back to the Iron City was a surreal procession through a world that had forgotten how to be angry. Where there had once been a violent, choking wall of emerald vines, there was now a lush, tranquil canopy. The armored transport rolled over soft moss that no longer tried to melt its hull. I sat in the pilot’s seat, staring at my left hand. It was a phantom made of solidified moonlight, a limb of translucent silver that hummed with the planet's direct frequency. I didn’t need a console to feel the Hub anymore. I could feel every bolt, every circuit, and every breath taken within its walls vibrating through my new marrow.

Especially when he bring up his hand, I thought that he is about to grab me on my neck. But instead he ended up placing his hand on my jaws a he turns my face to the the left. And looked at the left then turned to the right and looked at the right as he places his right hand on my cheeks. That becomes when I noticed something very strange about him. His fingers are not like others, he has six fingers and he was wearing an iron at the ankle if his hand. There was no how that iron ring could be removed out if his hand. Because his hand is already higher that the hole provided for the ring to be removed.

Chapter 210 Lyra Ugh. My eyes flickered open, and everything was hazy. Like I’d slammed back one too much alcohol the night before, except I couldn’t even recall having a good time. My brain felt wrapped in cotton, all the edges dulled. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t. My hands weren’t having it. Something cold and hard bit into my wrists. Metal. Chains? I jerked my arms, half-expecting it to be some nightmare, but all I got was the sound of metal clinking and my heart suddenly trying to punch its way out of my chest. I glanced down, and saw the chains ran all the way to my ankles.

I gave a small nod, and two of my men stepped forward to try to break it but the second their hands touched the metal, they both jerked back fast, hissing in pain like they had been burned. “What happened?” I demanded. One of them shook his head quickly, holding his hand close to his chest. “It’s… it’s burning, Alpha. I don’t know what it is, but it burnt us when we touched it.” I frowned and stepped forward. I wrapped my own hands around the cold iron, and within seconds, a pain shot through my skin like it was melting. I pulled back instantly, looking at my palm. It was already red and blistered and I watched it as it began to heal slowly.