Iron Warriors Book Novels & Stories

"Give him something with an engine, he's your man." "I'll remember that. Good morning, Xander." "Morning, Kiema." He ducked back off screen. "Ransom said you guys have some information about the book and OTIS." The energy in the room dropped like a bomb had gone off. "That bad, huh, guys?" I asked. "I guess we should start with OTIS." Asher, happy and irreverent Asher, growled low in his throat. "The Order of the Iron Serpent. You were right on the last two, Ki-Ki."

"I tried drying with iron, but I burned the pages." Who dries a book with an iron? Couldn't he borrow my hair dryer? "My book. Where is it?" "Wait here." He ducked into his room whilst I tried to control my anger. Alina, it was just a book. It didn't matter. You could buy another. You could read it again and paste the notes. But that was my book. Nobody messes with my book. He burnt my book. He murdered my book. He was a murderer. "Your book." I stared at the almost destroyed cover and opened to find dark brown iron marks and spilled coffee marks. "We will go to book shopping."

A shadow appeared across the floor. I held my breath.The man reached toward the top of the crate.His fingers curled over the edge.I closed my eyes.Please.Please don't.The crate moved.ThenA voice rang through the warehouse.“She's not here.”The man's hand disappeared.Another voice answered from across the room.“Then where is she?”I opened my eyes.A third man stepped into view.Unlike the others, he wasn't wearing his vest openly.His black jacket was buttoned to the throat.But the Iron Skull patch was visible on his sleeve.He looked around slowly.“She's got the ledger.”My heart beat stopped for a moment.The ledger.

The one they whispered about. The one no one spoke of directly. The one tied to my blood. My stomach twisted violently. This wasn’t just history. This was the truth. And it was uglier than anything I had imagined. A roar split the air. Different. Deeper. Stronger. I turned again.. And froze. Warriors. Not just any. Ironfang. The symbol burned into their armor was unmistakable. My throat went dry. “No…” It came out sharper this time. Because I recognized it.

Ryker added glancing at me. “And as survivors,” I added. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Ryker's P.O.V The Ironclaw gates loomed ahead, its massive slabs of black iron etched with claw marks and ancient runes. Warriors lined the battlements, their spears gleaming beneath the afternoon sun. Their hostility was unmistakable. It wavers thick in the air. In the way their wolves snarled beneath the surface. In the way their gazes lingered on Zara.

Just the reminder alone made me want so much more. I slammed the book shut. One journal, bound in white leather, caught my eye. I opened it. A passage about fae glamour. "Iron is the only counter-charm. Pure iron, pressed to the skin. Glamour cannot survive contact with unalloyed iron. The fae may appear beautiful, but iron reveals the truth." I closed the journal. Iron. That should be able to protect me from Vivienne if she tries any rubbish. I knew where to find some.

he challenged, his voice a low, raspy velvet. I didn't reach for it. I just looked at it. I felt the iron’s history the years it had spent in damp pockets, the locks it had turned, the stubborn, unyielding nature of the metal itself. I felt the heat of its creation and the slow, inevitable creep of its decay. I pushed.

Usually, you only need to worry about people from the outside, not the inside. "You won’t." I wanted to say more, but Elora had pooped and Leia had to go. The only thing we needed to worry about since I became Luna was securing the border against rogues. The Iron River pack didn’t really have a big rogue problem because they had let their pack be a place where rogues could reintegrate through Cyrus’ farm. There were the occasional rogues that tried to cross into the Iron River pack's territory, but they were always stopped in time. Their border was state of the art, former Alpha Osiris had built it after Beta Riker's death.

Read the keeper journal to find out. This is the books, I have been years on since high school, that I be writing and this is my first book I write. Hope you like it because this is my favorite books I write right next to Ebony woods' story. You are going to read book one of the curse of the iron rose books. Hope you guy like this and I ready hope you enjoy this. If you have anthing question about what is going on in the book, just ask me in the comment. Now let being this tale of the keeper who have many secret abotu everwood. Hot dogs rule, Russianking57 :)

POV: Araya The Field of Iron War came crowned in blood. His army rolled across the valley like an avalanche, armour clattering, banners dripping red ink and older stains. Wolves snarled. Men hammered spears on shields. Things that had once been wolves but were now only scars shuffled in his ranks, hollow-eyed, their howls empty echoes of a god’s command. He led them tall as a siege tower, shoulders plated in iron thicker than temple doors. Each plate wept blood that smoked and hissed in the dirt. His sword was no blade but a slab serrated with the teeth of wolves he had killed. The air bent around it.