Iron Man Birth Novels & Stories

I mean, who doesn’t want to live in a castle! I heard a whine and I looked up, Sam was back, his tail was wagging but more importantly he had my toy! “My Iron Man!” I held out my hands, hoping he would give it back and not run off with it. Slowly he opened his mouth and let me take it. “Hey, you know Iron Man, right? His real name is Tony Stark, but he doesn’t have powers, so he made a suit for the bad guys! Like Batman!”

I spun around, and the anticipated pain never came. I opened my eyes. The person behind me shielded me while simultaneously giving Simon a hard kick. Caught off guard, Simon stumbled clumsily to the floor. He looked up in anger and growled, “You dare kick me?! “Wait, you’re M-Mr. Windsor!” Simon’s expression shifted instantly. Iris, who was standing nearby, looked up that instant. She saw Justin Windsor, the heir of the wealthiest family, beside me.

The captain of the guards glanced at my flat stomach and asked respectfully, “Before we left, His Majesty said Miss Elena was already carrying royal blood. Where is the heir?” I instinctively looked toward the house. My mother quickly answered for me, saying, “Elena gave birth to a stillborn seven days ago. We’ve buried it.”

A graph appears on the laptop screen; the words Oslo Industry Enterprise Holding are at the top of the chart. “Oslo??!” I asked curiously, as usual. “I don’t like long-winded names,” Sean replied. “Are you like Tony Stark??” I looked at Sean with a questioning look; he seemed frowning. “Tony Stark? Who is he?” I roll my eyes; everyone knows Tony Stark. “He is one of the superhero characters of Iron Man; he is rich, handsome, generous, but arrogant, just like you,” I explained, giving him a small smile. Sean seemed to think and laughed.

I come up with an idea after deciding to shift the subject. "Iron man huh? Is he your favourite Avenger?" I continue, seeing his expression brighten up. "Yeah. He protects people from the baddies, and nothing can stop him because he's like super strong. And, and, he has a super duper cool suit!" He says excitedly bouncing up and down in his seat. I think I've found out how to make him talk. Looks like this guy is an Avengers fan.

As he stares back at me my breath leaves my lungs in a rush and seems that my air isn't going to come back. His red eyes bore into my soul and wake up sentiments that I had buried deep inside me for years now. For 18 years he has been just a misconstrued memory. A sour reminder that I was indeed born. I never would have imagined that I would actually meet him someday; after all, he is supposed to be dead. As I stare back into those deadly, but captivating eyes, I feel my world shift under my feet; I am still wearing the gym clothes I had on when I was training with Mia. They are filled with dirt and dust.

That was his full name. Born on April 13, making him an Aries—of course, that explained the attitude problem. He was thirty-five years old, the eldest son of Leonidas Odysseus Icarus, a man of Greek-Italian descent who carried his name with the weight of a legacy. His great-grandfather had founded Icarus Industries, and from the looks of it, the empire had only grown stronger under their reign.

he shifted his gaze upon me and said, "Anyway, do you plan to include him in the Marauders?" "Of course, I know he's too young for this, but the younger you train, the better right? We need a new person-" He cut my words and said, "He is necroless." "What do you mean?" "I examined his entire body, not a single necro found." "So what does it mean?" "I don't know." He stopped for a moment. "But this is the first time." "We can be reborn because of the necro, right? Then how can he be reborn if he does not one? Besides, it's impossible to survive this world without that, right?"

Yohan said as his voice became lower and lower, looking very guilty. Estelle held him in her arms and said softly, “Is Iron Man always very busy because his daughter’s tuition f*e is very expensive?” “No. He’s busy because he is a superhero responsible for saving the world!” “Yes. And your Dad also has his own responsibility. And it has nothing to do with your tuition f*e,” Estelle comforted him. Yohan was much relieved when hearing that. Then he asked, “Mom, Iron Man’s daughter can’t often see her dad either, right?”

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”