Iron Man Bleeding Edge Armor Novels & Stories

It was the heavy, intoxicating scent of pine and winter, but it was heavily laced with the metallic, iron stench of fresh blood. A massive, towering shadow loomed over the edge of the bed. Dominic had returned. He didn't light a candle; he didn't need to. His molten amber eyes glowed like twin coals in the pitch-black room, pinning her sleeping form to the mattress. His leather armor was splattered with crimson, his large hands stained with the blood of the rebels he had slaughtered at the border. He was a vision of pure, unadulterated death.

A great amount of it spilled out of the gash in her armor as well. Rezhathii’s armor was covered in little cuts and nicks, some of which trickled blood. Save for the one large gash, which poured it out instead. Her heart thundered in her chest as the fringes of her vision began to muddy.

The man exclaimed in surprise and tried to evade but it was too late as the deadly mouth of the beast clam shut. “Arrgggghhh!” The man in the silver armor screamed loudly, the fang cut deep into the man's flesh that didn’t have armor to protect, but the fang can’t tear through the armor that the man is wearing. Instead, it grazes at the armor heavily until the fire sparks out of it.

Peirce blinked turning to Jamal’s pregnant wife. “But…” He slowly stood up, staggered a little before gaining his ground then his teeth clenched, his fist tightly balled as rain dropped on him one after the other before it lightly showered while staring at Jamal. Suddenly many Inhumanes mounting their Kirin landed around them one after the other in their various vibrant armors imitating their glowing skin, out from the well crafted holes and markings on it.

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.

The surrogate mask is heavy, but it's the only armor I have left. My fingers graze the back of my neck—the thin, raised line of scar tissue across my throat, and just above it, tucked into the coil of my hair, the Phantom Blade. A titanium needle, no thicker than a wire, its tip ground to a point that could part skin before a man could register the cold. As long as it's there, I am not a victim. I am a weapon with the safety still on. "Ms. Moore? This way."

Still, he firmly believed that I had to be alive, and he was going to find me no matter what. Suddenly, a stray bullet whizzed right past him, grazing his arm. Vernon felt a sudden sharp pain in his arm as blood began seeping out of his skin and into his clothes. Yet, he never stopped. He just gritted his teeth and continued moving forward. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly thought he heard someone calling my name. He immediately looked up and saw that I was safe and sound and still in one piece while giving out orders to the medical personnel there.

I focused on my own pulse, making it steady, making it a biological anchor. "I am here. We are here." She stared at my chest. She saw the fresh, dark blood leaking from the gaps in my armor—blood she had drawn. The rage broke. It was a sudden systemic collapse. Her eyes cleared, the black receding to reveal violet slits. She looked at me, her pupils blowing wide with horror. "I... I hit you," she choked out. "I can take it," I said. My jaw ached as I forced a breath. "I am iron."

The indestructible carbonium of the hammer protected my upper body, but the The explosion hurled me backwards over the slimy concrete floor. The guard kicked out a terrible, distorted electronic scream. The thermit sat with thousands of degrees through its chrome plated tanks and the underlying polymer. The artificial muscles of his right arm stumble away in a fraction of a second. The white plasma blade flickered wild, squealed and extinguished, while the guard's arm as burning lumps scrap fell to the ground. The monster blew backwards, blind and severely damaged while the melted sensor eyes in his face.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.