Iron Lake Novels & Stories

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

I say to Luca, watching as he smiles fondly. "Nothing much. She's more of a Metallica band fan, a huge fan of them." He says, Luke laughs at that. "She's a psycho." Luke says from behind us. " That's a good thing, because I'm a huge Metallica fan too." I say, grabbing Luca's hand between the console. "Yeah, Iris is a die-hard fan. It's crazy sometimes." Tasha says, shaking her head as she remembers the times I always wore a Metallica shirt and jeans.

asked Loui with all the earnestness he had. "As you wish, Argent." said Irina coldly. Without hesitation Irina brought her legs to the rim of the furnace without turning around, not even looking at the man who was standing tall with his arms folded behind his back. Irina closed her eyes as she brought her body into the flames before her. She took a deep breath then turned around, then grabbed Loui's arm — bringing the boy in there with her. "I won't let you live with that human girl, Loui!" Irina screamed with her round eyes shining.

Money was a tool—useful, but uninteresting. “What about the board?” he asked. “Two resignations. One pending investigation.” “Expected,” Alexander said. The assistant hesitated, then added, “There was… an incident connected to the acquisition.” Alexander’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Define incident.” “An auto collision near the old Orion property. It happened less than an hour ago.” Alexander’s eyes flicked briefly to the rain-soaked streets below. “Casualties?” “One,” the assistant said carefully. “A young woman.”

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

“Please don’t hate my papa, okay?He is a good person and do you promise to take care of him?” “We will take care of him together okay?Now you shouldn’t say anything anymore and let them treat you okay?” “I love you unique eyes and tell Papa I love him too” Liam said again and he coughed, sending a few droplets of blood on Aurora's clothes. “You should be treating him, why are you all standing?” She snapped, the pain that this seven year old boy was in was too hard even for her to bear. “I am in a lot of pain and my head hurts a lot”

They specialize in land trade and mail service In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing

The Ironmaw stronghold rose from the hills like a fortress carved by time itself. Ancient oaks flanked the entrance, their roots woven into the stone, and the scent of pine resin and cold earth filled the air. For three days, Lira had allowed herself to rest — true rest, the kind she had not known since before the march to the Black Mountain. Kael's pack had welcomed them with the rough hospitality of warriors, offering warm dens and fresh-killed prey, and the combined force had slowly begun to heal.

Chanelle leaned closer to me. "Don't fall for his antics, Michelle." I bit my lip. "I know. Don't worry." For the next thirty minutes, silence once again filled the vehicle as the landscape gradually changed around us. Towering pine trees blanketed in snow stretched across the horizon. Frost-covered branches glittered beneath the pale winter sun, while an open field spread before us like a sheet of untouched white silk. At its center rested a small lake, its surface frozen solid beneath a layer of ice that shimmered like glass.

Someone had spotted Julian at the abandoned docks on the Chicago River. "How convenient," Dante said with a sneer as we drove. "It's almost like he wants to be found." "Of course he does," I said, checking the small, thin blade hidden up my sleeve. "How else is he going to put on a show?" Under the cover of darkness, we arrived at the abandoned warehouse district. Rusting cranes clawed at the bruised night sky like skeletal fingers. "There," Bianca pointed to the largest warehouse. "There's a light on."