Novel & Cerita Iron Hands Successor Chapters

CHAPTER 2 RESENTMENTS, REVENGE The next thing Sisu knew was that she woke up in Sian’s body. Sisu had no knowledge of who she was before she became a ghost or why and how she died in the first place, even her name was something she knew nothing about. The last thing she could remember was a little girl’s voice calling Sisu, and hearing the name, Sisu felt the strong connection and regarded it as her name immediately. Sisu knew that starting today, she would have to live for this girl and help her take revenge. She wouldn’t want to live her life just like Sian did, dying just like that. Her will wouldn’t let her.

Then the woman behind the Original Creator whispered: Now kill her. Aiden's eyes turned completely black. His hand rose. And the power of the King of Possibilities gathered in his palm. End of Chapter 132

You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs: ARC I — The Firebrand and the Crown (Ch. 1–75) → She infiltrates the empire of the man who killed her family. → He sees her. Spares her. Keeps her. → Obsession ignites, and so does the city. ARC II — The Ruin and the Ring (Ch. 76–150) → Enemies become allies. → Trust erodes. Desire deepens. → Betrayal explodes everything. ARC III — The Ghost and the Mirror (Ch. 151–225)

I thought about Iris, probably pacing the floors, her face etched with worry, the book in her hands, praying for a sign that I was still alive. I thought about everything I had to protect. Everything I had to fight for. The power surged through me, hot and bright, and I let it flow into my hands. I pressed them against the bars of my cell and pushed with everything I had. The metal groaned, twisting slowly, inch by inch. I gritted my teeth, my muscles screaming with the effort. My hands burned, the cold iron biting into my palms, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. The iron screamed in protest—a terrible sound that echoed through the empty corridor—and then it snapped.

And Book 2 begins today! Book 2 explores the gaps left behind jn Book 1 and hopes to set the stage for Mane's return to the True Universe. And this means our little Supreme would have to bear with the Dreamscape Universe for a little while more. So enjoy the first chapter of Book 2: War. I wish you the very best. And please when you say a prayer, say one for me too

And from the dark… a hand reached out and grabbed me. I screamed—but no sound came. I was yanked inside the passage. The door slammed shut behind me. And there she was. Seraphine. Smiling. Wearing my wedding ring. Perfect—here’s Chapter Four of Vows He Doesn’t Remember, continuing from Iris’s POV. This chapter dives deeper into Iris’s fear, Seraphine’s twisted mind games, and the psychological tension building in the Thorne estate. It ends on a dark and shocking cliffhanger. I should’ve known she’d come for me.

’ The rest of the page was nothing but smudges of ink and jumbled words that made no sense from the tampering that must’ve taken place. The remaining pages of my history were extremely accurate details of my childhood. They had every last thought, action, and word written out on these pages. Reading my own infant thoughts—it was strange to say the least. My history ended when I received my invitation to Iridian, and then the book truly began. Letting out a quiet breath, I flipped to the first chapter and began reading. “Rachel Thornton’s life changed the moment her invitation to Iridian arrived. With her childhood love taken, made pawn in a game that has spanned decades and shifted the balan

I go left because left feels right and I run. The corridor curves. I follow it. It curves again. I push through a door and find myself in another hallway that looks exactly like the one I just left, same torches, same stone, same impossible sameness. I try three more doors. Two of them do not open at all despite having handles. One of them opens into a room full of suits of armor that turn their heads to look at me and I close that one immediately.

I looked down at the man who was once the most powerful Don in Chicago, now groveling at my feet like a dog. My heart felt nothing. A cold, dead calm. "Let go of me," I commanded. "No! I won’t let go!" he clung to me. "You have no idea how I’ve suffered this past year! I see your face every night! You and our baby!" “Our baby?” The laugh that broke from my lips was cold and sharp. “You mean the one you told your doctor to dispose of? The child whose life you calculated and dismissed in a single breath?”

The pack howls again, and this time, it feels like laughter. Blackthorn is whole. The night is ours. And for once, I don’t mind being a little bit immortal. ***End of Book 1*** Thank you so much to all the wonderful people who read this book. These characters have crawled under my skin and set up camp. Knowing I’m not the only one who loves them, warms my heart. Please keep a look-out in the coming weeks for Book 2, where we follow Kieran on his journey to rebuild Silvercrest, and maybe finally find a love of his own. Blood Oath: A Different Kind of Alpha, by Quinn Montclair.