Iron Lake Novels & Stories

Now all they had to do was wait, wait until she returned. River rode down to Keystone, to see Mount Rushmore. The drive was so beautiful. If you’ve never been up there, then you are missing out. The beautiful, huge, green pine trees, even the dead trees lying on the ground were mesmerizing. There’s a reason they called that small town Deadwood. The breeze, the air quality, the mountains, the lakes…speaking of lakes, Lake Pactola and Lake Sheridan, are beyond magnificent. Nothing like Lake Houston, River thought and giggled. Stopping at both lakes, to her surprise they were still icy cold and it was about to be June.

He started to scream and thrash as Satanika kept on chanting, her voice becoming louder and louder till Liam stopped screaming from the extreme pain and passed out. A symbol of a red phoenix with two sceptre crosses behind it was imprinted on his leg. Satanika raised his leg and saw the slave mark of her family on his leg. "That's beautiful. At least he won't be running away without our permission. Plus when we're done with him, get him off the freaking chair and let him walk around it's not good to chain him in this position all day." She advised as Adrastos goes to her and grabs her hand.

Chapter 139: The Iron Flume The Iron Flume did not resemble the stone-built aqueducts of the old world; it was a suspended highway of riveted, black-iron plating. Perched three hundred feet above the jagged granite floor of the southern mountain pass, the massive rectangular trough stretched like a great, dark serpent from the high northern reservoirs straight through the looming basalt walls of the capital's manufacturing district. Millions of gallons of icy mountain water rushed through its six-foot-deep channel, the current moving with a terrifying, silent velocity that sent a freezing spray of white mist over the narrow, iron-grated catwalks running along its flanks.

It was a brutal landscape of jagged black rock, towering pine forests, and endless, blinding snow. "Look out to the east," Varul’s rumbled against my ear, his breath warm against the chill air. He pointed with one gloved hand toward a distant ridge where smoke curled into the sky. "That is the territory of Iron Vale. To the west, beyond the frozen river, lies Riverhold." I shifted slightly, looking up at his sharp jawline. "How many of them are there?" "Hundred. Hundred pack houses—factions, as you might call them," Varul explained, his eyes scanning the horizon with the practiced focus of a ruler.

The crash of the Ironside into the Barrens felt like a mountain collapsing. A massive plume of radioactive steam and scorched iron rose above the horizon, visible from the high towers of Aethel-Luna. But as the dust settled, the anticipated explosion of a nuclear meltdown never happened. Instead, a haunting, low-frequency hum began to vibrate through the soil; it sounded like dying machinery struggling to breathe.

"They don't use blades, Silas. They use **'Containers'**. They'll try to bottle the Night again." Fenris let out a low, urgent bark. He looked at the north, then at the deep, uncharted canyons to the west. He was telling me we couldn't stay. The Silver Moon territory was marked; it was a known "Coordinate" on the MegaNoel map. "We move," I commanded. "Sarah, get the pups and the elders. We head for the **Iron Mountains**. There’s a 'Dead Zone' there—a place where the 'Source' was never mapped. Even the Underwriters can't see into the shadow of those peaks."

I chuckled, nodding my head"Right...I see Milan" "Yes" "Barcelona" She nodded"Yep" "London" "Mhmm" "What's this? Veranasi? Where is that?" "Oh that's a city in India that have this temple I always wanted to go to, the Kashi Vishwanath Temple. It's one of the most worshipped Shiva temple and I just never got a chance to go to it" "Interesting"I said before reading on"I see Monaco is on the list too" "Yes" "Venice also"

The wolves here were larger, their fur thick and matted with the dust of the mines. "They’re watching us," Elara whispered, her ears flattened against her head. From the ridges above, snipers with silver-tipped crossbows tracked their movement. The Iron Ridge was the primary weapons-supplier for the five kingdoms. If they turned against Audrey, the Silver Pack wouldn't have enough steel to last a month. They reached the gates of the Iron Fortress—a massive structure of black iron built directly into a volcano. "State your business!" a guard bellowed from the ramparts.

“So you won’t dismantle Silver Ridge to bring Iron Hill back?” “Iron Hill is here. As is Silver Ridge. They’re the same thing now. I don’t want there to be a mentality between them versus us. Alrick and I will explain once we understand what’s needed from us. But there’re lingering problems caused by that Lich. People are homeless. We have the Iron Hill lands just sitting there. There’s so much planning first. It won’t happen overnight. But it will happen soon. They are running out of time, their safety is at risk.”

She promised to tell me everything when we went home in a few weeks. I had been taking it slow for almost 2 weeks, but I really wanted to go on a hike with Charlotte and Emma. This time Charlotte promised to join us so we wouldn’t get lost again. The Iron River had a great spot for picknick’s near the river, but so did the Blood River. It was actually the same river that ran through both packs, but the Iron River was named this way because they located iron there decades ago. The Blood River pack was named this way, because there had been a huge battle near the river which made the river turn red with blood temporally.