Iron Man Bleeding Edge Armor Novels & Stories

And I slowly shifted back to my human form to feel less pain as it had been clasping me tighter and tighter. It’s silver. F*ck them! I winced when I felt my fresh wounds were bleeding, and I tried to slip out the chains, but I couldn't as it got tighter with every move I made. Thankfully, I had always been wearing this gold armor Ali had given me. It somehow lessened the injury I got from these stupid silver chains.

I collapsed in the street with my clothes in disarray. Vanessa Coleman looked at me with eyes full of aching concern and draped a jacket over me. "Don't talk about it," she comforted me. "Let's go home first." The eyes of neighbors and acquaintances cut into me like knives. I shuddered all over and finally believed that I really had been reborn. In my previous life, I had been kidnapped for no clear reason. Twenty-four hours later, I was dumped outside my own home.

I’d always thought of him as the Captain America of these Avengers, but he obviously saw himself more as Iron Man. On his head he had a helmet. Not like a hat or down to his ears and neck, I mean covering everything. Other than a slit across his eyes, nothing was exposed. He drew his sword out of its scabbard. An arrow hit him on the chest and bounced off. Another hit him on the side of the head, and splintered into pieces. The helmet didn’t even have a scratch on it. “He can keep trying, but it won’t make a difference. First I’m going to kill you, then him.”

Cho thanks the claw machine while it spins around. “How much longer before it’s ready,” I say, looking the armor over. Despite the dim light in the workshop, the Iron Fist armor is still shining. Easily towering over both the doctor and myself, most of the armor seems to be done. In fact, the only things that seem to be missing are the left arm and the head. Also, the chest plate is open with dozens and dozens of wires coming out of it.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

​I rounded the corner into the dining room, my rifle leveled. ​Standing in the center of the room, surrounded by shards of glass that shimmered like diamonds in the red light, was a man. He was tall, thin, and dressed in a suit of matte-gray liquid armor that seemed to absorb the light around him. He wasn't holding a gun. He was holding a pair of curved, mono-molecular wire-blades that hummed with a low, lethal vibration. ​But it was his eyes that froze the blood in my veins. They were the same matte silver as Kai’s.

It wasn't a drone. It was a man. Dante Thorne stood at the edge of the courtyard, his "Void-Titan" armor completely gone, his body covered in the gray ash of the unmade world. He didn't have his wings, and his red eye was gone—but in his right hand, he held a massive, jagged piece of the Vane-Absolute’s steering column. A piece of rusted iron from the old world. He didn't look at my father. He didn't look at the towers. His grey eye locked onto me, and for the first time in this reset reality, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.

“Alaric, you’re bleeding.” She pushes on my chest, asking me to sit up. I do, giving her space to go up onto her knees. She crawls toward me, her soft fingers gently touching my arm. My suit is torn. That knife tore straight through the fabric and cut into the flesh beneath. I can feel it now, a slight sting. It’s bleeding a lot but it’s not deep. Though that it hasn’t healed yet, thanks to my quick healing factor as an Alpha, means that the blade must have been silver.

He throws me a glare before disappearing out the window that Lyza slides open. She glanced at me with an amused smile. "I only heard half of that conversation," she chuckles. "He's just being a baby because I won't let him have his armor back," I sigh. "Armor?" "Yeah, it's a special metal that goes over his talons, he can cause a lot more damage with them, so I've kept them hidden. He used to kill people when he was upset," I explain. "Wow I'm kinda starting to miss when my life wasn't so crazy," she murmurs with a sigh.

The other was deep obsidian with streaks of violet color that pulsed with an energy that crackled like lightning. Two swords lay beside them—twin blades, pulsing with raw power. One for Xander. One for me. The forge had gifted us. Xander stepped forward first, his usual composed expression was filled with awe. He reached out, fingers grazing the silver armor. The moment he touched it, the entire armor responded, shifting slightly like it had recognized him I swallowed hard and looked at my own. The obsidian armor was calling out to me like an extension of myself that I didn't understand yet.