Novel & Cerita Iron Hands Chapter

I conquered. I sat up straight, wiping the blood from my chin with the back of my ruined hand. I was Ironmaw. * * *

Chapter 7 Ivy’s POV I stared at my trembling hands. I touched it. The chains. “I did it!” I breathed out, my voice shaky with relief. A rush of excitement surged through me like a wild current. “Alright, now let’s end this!” I stepped closer to him, heart pounding against my ribs. He stood completely still, like a statue carved from shadow and rage. I couldn’t read his expression…his face hidden behind that damn mask. But his body didn’t move, not even a twitch. Was he stunned? Relieved? Afraid? I had no idea. And yet, part of me wanted to know… needed to know. But I shook that thought off.

Every part of me knew I should move, but my body didn’t listen. I managed to step back. He stepped forward, closing the distance effortlessly—like I was already his. “And curious little girls…” his voice dropped, rough and deliberate, brushing against my skin like a warning, “…don’t tend to live long.” I turned— Too late. His hand closed around my throat. Iron. Unbreakable. A sharp gasp tore from my lips as the ground vanished beneath me.

Opening my arms, I looked into his golden eyes and whispered, “Don't you want me?” The question had barely left my lips before a deafening clang shattered the silence as Orion lunged forward after violently ripping the chains on his hands. I blinked. Was he pretending to be weak? A gasp escaped my lips as he slammed his body into me, pinning me flat against the cold floor.

Chapter 3 The moment the door slams shut behind me, their hands are already on me….rough and fast. Iris’s fingers dig into my upper arm, her nails biting into my skin as she shoves me forward, my heels stumbling over the threshold. Vale’s is right behind me, silent but suffocating, his breath hot against the back of my neck.

Anna The stench of sweat, paint, and alcohol drowned me, making me forget that I was breathing. It was at the point of choking that I realized that Christopher was squeezing the air out of my lungs. I coughed and tapped his back as lightly as I could. “Christopher, you’re hurting me!”

My hands touched Carson’s chest, and I immediately felt a burning sensation in my hands. Pulling them back, I look down to see them blister from the heat. He must be in so much pain, if I am experiencing this so quickly, I think to myself. Steeling myself for the task at hand, I place my hands back where they were. I ignore the burning in my palms, as I follow the flow of silver trying to destroy it as I go.

Kneeling down in front of me he narrowed his eyes once more as he held up the palm of his free hand, “Do you know what iron does to those of you’re kind?” Gulping hard I shook my head before looking at it once more. I noticed a symbol scarred into his hand, it must have been burnt into him. He held up the iron symbol and I realized it was the same symbol, “Give me your hand,” He said sternly. Gulping again I frowned as I instinctively pulled my hand against my chest,

"You children of b*tches, you actually need to grab it from me?" Chapman promptly ventured his hand into the glass box, however the second his hand went after the key, his fingers went numb, and he felt as though he was shocked. Then, an enormous iron paw that seemed as though a doll-getting machine abruptly jumped out from the lower part of the glass box. It was covered with sharp points. The iron paw straightforwardly got Chapman's hand, and those thorns immediately penetrated into his tissue. "Ok!" Chapman let out a blood-coagulating shout. It was at that point inconceivable for him to withdraw his hand. The points clenched down severe with his tissue. If he somehow managed to utilize for

​The strike was so devastatingly powerful that it shattered the ground, sending debris and small chunks of asphalt flying into the air. ​Lucas was mildly surprised. Even though he had sensed Iron Hand's energy earlier, he hadn't expected his raw physical strength to be this massive. A chunk of asphalt the size of a cherry shot straight toward Lucas's face. Calmly and swiftly, Lucas caught the debris barehanded. ​"I will crush your face just like this asphalt. I will beat that handsome face of yours until it's completely unrecognizable," Iron Hand snarled, glaring murderously at Lucas.