Iron Lake Novels & Stories

She had the cleanse the area of the evil that surrounded it given the brutal nature of the jock’s murder. The witch ducked under the police tape that cornered off the tree and the space next to it where Bryce’s truck had been parked. She tried to ignore painful twinge in her heart when she saw the blood stains on the ground and bark. She set down the bag, opened it up and took out a couple of white candles plus a bundle of sage. Lena placed the candles be the tree and ignited them with the word “ignis”. She then set the herb bundle alight too, letting it smoulder for a minute before she blew the flames out.

The Northern Ridge was not a border; it was a grave where thousands of forgotten wolves had been left to freeze in the dark. Standing on the high parapet of the Iron Wall—the massive, five-hundred-foot barrier of runic granite and jagged ice that separated the United Provinces from the untamed tundra—the wind felt like a physical strike. It howled through the iron battlements, carrying the scent of ancient glaciers, frozen ash, and a strange, metallic static that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.

The palace is surrounded by a soaring cobblestone wall that is only broken up in the middle by a huge iron-wrought gate. I keep staring at it. It is as terrifying as it is lovely. I want to run, and I want to get closer to it at the same time. As we got closer to the iron-wrought gates, my gaze was fixed on the enormous structure. Upon closer inspection, I can see that the iron bars of the gate have been crafted to resemble the Gahndor insignia, which is a two-headed serpent curled in on itself. Their symbol has always seemed appropriate to me, and I even believe the architects made that deliberate decision all those years ago. Everyone is aware that a Gahndor bite can be fatal, after all.

Usually, you only need to worry about people from the outside, not the inside. "You won’t." I wanted to say more, but Elora had pooped and Leia had to go. The only thing we needed to worry about since I became Luna was securing the border against rogues. The Iron River pack didn’t really have a big rogue problem because they had let their pack be a place where rogues could reintegrate through Cyrus’ farm. There were the occasional rogues that tried to cross into the Iron River pack's territory, but they were always stopped in time. Their border was state of the art, former Alpha Osiris had built it after Beta Riker's death.

Ironflame was the largest and most powerful pack in the Northern continent, and our pack, Shadowmoon, was one of its vassals. According to the stories, the crown alpha had long, jet-black hair, a sun-tanned complexion, deep hazel eyes, and a body that even the Lycan gods would envy. He was renowned as a skilled warrior, best known for defeating an army of rogues single-handedly at the cliff of shadows. The crown alpha was an impressive heir to his equally strong Alpha father, Alpha Ragnar, known as the Ironwolf. No wonder he was popular among young teenage wolves like Maddie.

"The more the merrier." We run at breakneck speed until we get to the river. We shift back to our human forms, grab some shorts from the lockbox at the edge of the woods, and sit on the river bank. The river has a high iron content which makes the water turn red with rust. It looks like blood, hence the Blood River pack name. Not nearly as ominous as the rumors would have you think. "So break it down for me, Bronx. What's her deal?" Reggie asks. I light a cigarette and explain everything I am able to piece together from Lenora, the Silver Moon pack, what happened while I was at their packhouse, and what the doctors said.

I go where the Blood River is calm and creates a small swimming hole. The water is mixed with chunks of red ice. Iron deposits under the water make the river look like blood. In the winter, the iron concentrates and the mud turns red too. I stand on the bank and let my paws sink into the frosty crimson muck. Oh, yeah. This gives me an idea.

"It's not your specifically. It's the fact you're a female Alpha wolf. You are stronger and more powerful than you know it. Once you mate, your pups will be invincible with power and strength. As long as they use it appropriately." "Are there others like me?" "Yes, but few. Next is our neighboring pack, the Blood Moon pack. They had a first-born Alpha daughter. Otherwise, most first borns are male." "Ollie, I'll speak with the Alpha and make sure he knows it's not your fault. You will be fine and you will find a place within the pack." "It's over for me." "It's not, I promise! I'll help you." "Like Ethan will allow that."

The scar left by the Covenant’s cursed dagger pulsed beneath my tunic, a quiet reminder of the war that loomed ahead. Beside me, Ryker rode in silence, his golden eyes fixed on the distant fortress carved into the mountainside. Ironclaw Keep. Which is cold, impenetrable, and unforgiving. Much more like its Alpha. “They’re watching us,” I murmured. “Let them.” Ryker answered, his lips curving slightly. “Ironclaw wolves don’t welcome outsiders.” I said, exhaling slowly. “Good,” he replied. “Neither do we.”

At six pm Miranda knocked off from work. After putting Nick's address into the GPS of her car she drove off. When she arrived at his outside his house, she packed her car on the street and went to his door and knocked. " Please come in!" Nick yelled from inside. Miranda slowly opened the door and let herself in. She sat down on the couch and waited for Nick. He came down buttoning his shirt and Miranda got to see half of his broad chest she found herself staring at him with her mouth open. He stopped buttoning his shirt when he saw Miranda mouth watering over his body. Miranda closed her eyes and tried to stabilize her breathing. Nick came down and sat opposite her, giving her a front role v