Iron Lake Novels & Stories

Erys replied. "Hell is weird," Kira and I said. I leaned over the lake. "You can see your reflection. It's called Crystaline Lake because any type of rock you put in comes out a crystalized mineral in a week. Go ahead, pick a rock, scratch your initial in it, plop it in the lake and we'll come back in a week for the crystals. Don't worry, no one will steal anything. Crime is non-existent here." I waited for everyone to pick a rock and plop it in. "Would you like to see the meadows, forest or mountains next?"

I decide I am cautiously interested in her. Ironmoor appears on the horizon two hours before we reach it, which tells you something about its scale. Black volcanic rock, towers that catch the light wrong, walls that look like they were grown rather than built. It is overwhelming and I let myself feel that for exactly thirty seconds, then I file it and focus.

Roy knew his uncle wanted them to do some catching up and he didn’t mind at all because at this point, he needed some distraction. Kimberly had no idea there was a lake behind Roy’s house until Christine showed it to her while they took a walk outside to get some fresh air. She applauded him for choosing a really serene location for his home. It was lovely but made her sad because it reminded her of her last moment with Ian. “I never wanted to come here.” she began, her eyes already filled with tears that threatened to fall. “It’s all my fault. Ian would still be alive if I had said no to this trip.”

​The Swiss Alps did not welcome visitors; they endured them. ​The Miller Global stronghold, known internally as The Iron Peak, was carved directly into the granite face of a nameless mountain, invisible to radar and shielded by the natural magnetic interference of the mineral-rich rock. As the heavy transport VTOL descended through a swirling veil of sleet and mist, Kaelen stood at the viewport, watching the jagged white teeth of the world rise to meet them.

It was Starved Iron. "The final vent isn't in a human city, Jace," Cord said softly. "The largest, deepest, most volatile magma chamber on the planet is right beneath our feet." I looked out the window again, realizing exactly where Cord was driving the train. Iron Crest. The ancestral home of the wolf packs. The massive, towering mountain range wasn't just stone. It was a dormant supervolcano. It was the original crucible where the wolves had evolved their healing factors and their deep sight to survive the brutal, unforgiving geothermal violence of the early earth.

The Iron Hook didn’t operate out of an office; he operated out of a pressurized vault beneath the deepest smelting furnace of Iron Ridge. The air here was so thick with vaporized cadmium and industrial waste that even my sharpened, gold-rimmed vision struggled to pierce the haze. It was a suffocating, airless tomb that tasted of scorched copper and the stale sweat of a thousand desperate Omegas who had come here to die.

I don't hear your thoughts about Amy, maybe because i don't want to-' Irene added. 'I only hear the things you want me to hear. I hear your mind and it's vulnerabilities. Longing' She said. 'what do you mean by you d-' 'get some sleep, Zachary' She urged and he turned around with a smile before he closed his eyes. × 'what if this was superpower shit?' Irene asked, as he walked down the school halls- 'like we're the only ones in the world that could do this-' She continued. 'we could make money off it. Team up to rob a bank' Zach smiled, his hands on each strap of his backpack as he made his way down the hallway.

"We don't distract. We destabilize." "How?" "The Iron-Port is a trade hub," Saoirse said. "It's where the raw Aether-ore from the mines meets the refineries. It's a city of workers, dockhands, and slaves." She looked at Tristan. "You started a riot in Oremond with a speech. Can you do it again?" Tristan looked at the map. He felt a flicker of the old Viper—the manipulator, the politician. It was a faint spark, not the roaring bonfire of the Void, but it was there.

"Of all names." "You don't like it?" She asked me, putting her hands on her hips. "No, I think it's great," I said, ruffling her hair. "Dinah the barn owl." We stopped walking and looked at a fallen log on the side of the path. Eric dropped his bag to the ground, running a hand through his hair. "There's an ant hill on the other side of this log," he told Nova.

James lets out a sigh, I didn’t know he was holding and looks me in the eyes before replying. “It’s Katelyn Akirdnach.”