Iron Maiden Eddie Novels & Stories

Eddy was so lost in her beauty that he did not see her stop in front of him. "Hey, mister! Here!" She snapped her fingers before Eddy, jolting him to reality. "Who are you?" "Uhm," Eddy suddenly became confused. He scratched his head that was not itching. "I, I, uhm-i..." he suddenly coughed. "I am Martin Derek, a writer. I have a letter for Mr. Antonio." "Martin Derek..." The woman drawled, looking at Eddy's messy red hair. His eyes were a brilliant shade of jade, shinning through the spectacles on the bridge of his nose. "You don't look like a 'Martin Derek'," she stated.

He looked like a Greek God with those six pack abs and that shiny wavy raven hair. He's so tall and handsome with his emerald eyes glittering like gold.' "Okay, he's not that bad. So what's wrong?" "Mr Altamira asked for your hand in marriage for Adriano. And he promised to protect you from all bad dear. And I believe him because I have always known Eddie ever since I was a child. He would have been my dad because he was my mom's first love but fate decided something else for them." he said rubbing his knuckles.

He hung up before the partner could respond. The hum of the old TV filled the space as the news clip looped again—Hayden Oakley smiling confidently as he walked into his building like nothing had ever happened. Eddie’s chest heaved, his breath raspy as his eyes burned with unfiltered hatred. He stepped closer to the screen, watching Hayden’s smirk freeze on the replay. “You think you won?” Eddie whispered, his voice sounding almost deranged. “You think walking makes you safe? You think having her… defiling her… makes you strong?”

“Close enough. We are the Elders of the Syndicate. I am Edgar Maynard. To my left is George Henshaw, and to my right, Samuel Hart.” Eddie blinked, momentarily thrown off by the revelation. “You’re... the Elders?” Edgar raised a brow. “Is that surprising?” Eddie quickly shook his head. “No, sir. I just... didn’t expect you to be so...” “Human?” Samuel finished with a smirk. George chuckled, a deep, rough sound. “Kid thought we’d be monsters.” Eddie stammered, “No! I mean... I just thought—” Edgar raised a hand, silencing the exchange. “Enough. Eddie, you’re in a precarious position. The docks are a critical asset, and with Alexander and Ford gone, we need stability. Can you promise us that?”

He walked into the room, his piercing blue eyes softened as he saw Mandi sitting on my bed and the kids curled on the floor. Mandi turned around, her eyes widening slightly as she looked him in. Edward grinned. "I’m not sure we've met." He approached her and offered a hand. "Edward Silver." Mandi gave him a hard handshake. "I'm Mandi Reynolds. Vanessa's best buddy, unofficial protector, and certified older sister." “What’s up with the laptop?” Edward asked, his smirk deepening. Mandi closed the laptop calmly. “Let’s just say, girls stuff.” Edward’s gaze moved to me with knowing amusement as he hummed.

she murmured, her voice catching on the lingering ache of old scars. Mrs. Bellamy drew her in for a brief hug, soft and grounding. “We won’t, Eddie. Go rest now. You need it.” “We’ll take our leave now, Eddie. We just wanted to know if you were alright.” Mr. Bellamy said. “I will,” Eden said, a smile breaking through the tension. ***

I stammered, while I thought of what to do next. "Shit!" Eddy growled in frustration. "Wow wow wow, isn't it amazing that I finally have you two as meat?" Damion growled, a wicked smirk crossing his lips. He approached us with this wicked smile, raising his hands and whirling so much silver energy. Eddy straightened, moving away from the back and coming to stand just beside me. "Okay...this is where I join my maker isn't it. Even if I'm leaving, I shouldn't be a coward isn't it?"

How pathetic. With the show on hiatus, I found myself with an abundance of free time. I secured my visa, packed my bags, and headed to the airport. While I was sitting in the lounge watching a show, someone slipped into the seat right next to me. It was Eddie, completely disguised. "We need to talk." Beyond the massive glass windows of the airport, the blue sky stretched out endlessly. He was dressed entirely in black and looked significantly thinner. A faint scar traced across his forehead. "What was your real reason for joining the show?"

Oliver I whipped around to find Eddie peering at me from a tree. The moonlight didn’t do much for his appearance. The dried residue of his makeup was flaking off, almost like his flesh was peeling off his face. “Oh, Eddie.” I gulped. “You startled me; I didn’t know you were there.” My eyes glanced around from Birdie, Carl, and Shirley; their expressions screamed they hadn’t been aware of his presence. That caused a pit to form in my stomach.

' Wow, make a wish, dude, you'll do good as old MacDonald. An hour later, we were grooming some horses as he laughed while I explained one of my epic animal prank back in high school. Edward is a really nice guy, very nice one. His life was simple, too good to be true. He was ash blonde like his mother, with his father's deep hazel eyes and board chest. His height was freaking over, like a tree. '…he had no idea I had secretly trained the horse to kick at the word "giddyap!" So, he got on the horse after snapping at the poor girl and then said the word. The next thing he knew, he was flying across the field and landing in a pile of horse poop…'