Iron Man Bleeding Edge Armor Novels & Stories

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.

he began, “there seems to be something missing from this outfit.” My eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean by that?” A second later, something cold and metallic contacted my skin. He lifted my hair carefully and deftly clipped it at the nape of my neck. He spun me back around so that I was face to face with him, his eyes now trained on the top of my chest. “Perfect.” I looked down and gasped at the sight of the red teardrop rhodium pendant necklace. “It’s…beautiful. But how did you know that I’d be wearing red tonight?” I asked him in awe.

I was hoping my training this summer would give me the edge I needed to end this bullying once and for all. I took a final look in the mirror. My long onyx black hair was down today, gentle waves cascaded along my face, neck, shoulders, arms, and back. My vibrantly blue eyes mirrored my determination. I nodded in approval at my outfit, a black and silver blouse and black skinny jeans. I was ready to seize the day and make it amazing. I hurried out the door and leapt into my tiny little sedan, driving off to my high school.

My reality was the cold, hard fact of our fracture. It happened in the space between one chime of the crystal leaves and the next. A figure detached itself from the dappled shadow of a large, multifaceted tree. It wasn't a creature of the Unwritten Realms, not a narrative entity or a conceptual predator. It was humanoid, clad in armor that seemed to drink the light, a matte black that offered no reflection. Its face was hidden by a smooth, featureless helm. In its hand, it held a blade that was not metal, but a shard of absolute nothingness—a fragment of the same void I had wielded in the canyon.

"Caaaathyyyy!" Chase pushed Ted's hands away from his neck and looked at them. Sure enough, Ted's claws had dug into his neck and now his blood coated those wicked-looking claws. But strangely enough, the blood wasn't dripping to the floor instead it flowed down the claws and was absorbed into Ted's flesh. The more blood his skin soaked the more the armor around Ted's arms dissolved until there was nothing left but human flesh. Even his superhuman powers slowly seeped out of his body leaving him an empty shell of man, flesh and blood.

But they were no longer just wolves. Each warrior was clad in a suit of "Qi-Fiber" armor, a combination of the ship's advanced carbon-nanotubes and Scarlett’s protective talismans. Their claws were tipped with spirit-conductive silver, and their eyes were fitted with tactical HUDs that allowed them to "see" the Qi-flow of their enemies.

The engine began to make a musical sound. The vehicle began to change. The black armor melted away. It was replaced by glass and silver leaves. It was not a tank anymore. It was a giant moving oxygen machine. The virus it is rewriting the metal Aris gasped. It is turning the war machines into machines that save lives. The masked man was very angry. He pulled a knife from his belt. It was a sharp blade. He lunged at Maya. He moved fast because he had computer chips in his body. Maya raised her silver arm to block him. The blade cut into her arm. She did not feel pain. She felt a spark of electricity. She grabbed the mans wrist.

Damn it, Alpha Garson infected his own soldiers with parasite mutations, too! One elite commander leaps down and lands directly in front of me. His armor is drenched in black blood, his face pale with swollen veins bulging along his neck. Thick black spider veins spread across his face.