Iron Hands Successor Chapters Novels & Stories

Jaxon brushed off the invisible lint off his shoulder, motioning towards the guards on the door. “Enjoy rotting here forever” With that he was gone. *** Two more chapters till end! Follow me on socials to stay updated on sequel and exclusive news! Facebook: The Scripturient (join “san_2045 squad” private group on Facebook) Instagram: san_2045 ***

"I'm ready for the reality." I looked at the sky, where the "Splinter" was somewhere in the dark, hungry and hollow. I looked at the "Refugee of the Void," who had given her life to give us a choice. "Then let's build the shadow," I commanded, my amethyst eyes glowing one last time. The "Inheritance of Light" was about to become the "Armor of the Dark." We had ninety-six chapters of war, and now, we were going to use the very last of our divinity to buy the right to be forgotten.

She looked at the red flame on the next pedestal—and for the first time, her Ember Heart didn’t react. It didn’t flare. It didn’t feel. And that terrified her. --- Irsi Smiles In the mire, Irsi retracted her tongues and slinked away. Behind her, the memory-stone fizzled to ash. The spark was gone. Not erased. Just… twisted. Now, Emma would walk into the Flame of Rage without knowing why she burned. And Irsi would watch it consume her. --- End of Chapter Some warriors break from wounds. Some fall to betrayal.

Kael caught her, holding her tight as the ship’s sensors began to scream. ​"Kael!" Elia shouted. "The 'Ink-Man'... he’s back. But he’s not a person anymore. He’s a Void-Wave! He’s trying to collapse the Shallows to prevent the 121st chapter from starting!" ​Kael looked at his daughter. She was no longer just a child of the Shallows. She was the "Guardian of the Future." She knew the ending, and she knew how to break it. ​"We aren't going to Chapter 400," Kael said, standing tall, his pulse-cane striking the deck with a thunderous resonance. "We’re going to write Chapter 121, and we’re going to make it so messy the Ink-Man chokes on it."

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

Behind them, the crystal spires of Vaelthorne caught moonlight and threw it back in patterns that seemed to mock the certainty that had driven him across impossible distances. Some reunions, it appeared, were more complicated than overwhelming military force could resolve. The convergence had arrived, but nothing was as anyone had expected. END OF TRANSITIONAL CHAPTERS To Be Continued in Book 2: Crown of Shadows

"Tell them to arm the railguns. We aren't going to the Neutral Zone anymore. We’re going to the heart of the Silver Creek. We’re going to show the High Council what happens when you try to cage a star." As the Rift-born fleet began to power up, their mismatched engines glowing like a new constellation in the dark, the 120-chapter saga shifted into its third act. The "Hidden Luna" was no longer hiding, but she was in the hands of the man who had broken her. And the Alpha who loved her was no longer a fugitive. He was a conqueror.

That being said, it is thanks to you readers, that I have the willingness to take up that task and overcome it. I am truly grateful to all of you and I hope you continue to support the book. I believe by now, after reading the first 50 chapters, you may have guessed that the sequel is more intruging than the first book. So, stay tuned for more twists and turns... and a few surprises along the way. Love, JDHWS

He felt his siblings at his side, their Betas standing unbroken, Evangeline’s presence burning behind him like a star. The Veil split wider, and through the shatter came a hand—long, skeletal, black as ash and dripping shadow, clawing its way free of the wound. The storm broke apart, and at that moment the world fell silent. But Xander knew: the chains they had thought to leave buried were only the beginning.

The taste of him filled her mouth and bathed her tongue in salt, copper, anger, and death. His body stilled, and she lifted her head, taking in a ragged breath. The water lapped at the shore behind her, whispering something she almost understood. The night pulsed around her, ancient and eternal, welcoming her home. She had given herself to the water. And the water had given something back. She stalked over to her sister and began to reach out to her before she noticed her bloody hands. The severity and confusion of what just happened rushed into her, choking her like the water wanting to suffocate her again. Slowly, the panic rose as she spoke in a voice she didn’t recognise.