Ironhand Book Novels & Stories

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

he said, “are men who will sell information and survival. They will mingle in taverns and at trade posts; they will offer a lantern for a price. They will be paid to speak in the right ears.” “And the Hand?” Lykar demanded. “The Hand kills?” Theodore’s eyes narrowed. “The Hand is the instrument of final consequence. It will not be wielded until the other two have done their work. The Hand moves when a leader’s heart has cracked under the weight of doubt. The Hand is swift and sure. It will not be a spectacle; it will be a surgical correction.”

she hissed, scrambling up before anyone could laugh. A hand appeared in her vision. Strong, long-fingered, a silver ring glinting faintly. She batted it away, muttering, “I’ve got it.” When she finally looked up, the words died in her throat. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Uniform jacket open, tie undone like rules were beneath him. Raven-black hair, messy but deliberate, and eyes… gods, his eyes. Black like obsidian but not flat—depthless, with shards of light caught inside, sparks that promised fire or ruin depending on where he aimed them.

Outside, the ward breathed, humming steady and hard and alive. At the edge of Silverveil’s woods, Ironclaw retreated with wounded pride and borrowed monsters. In the deeper dark, something old and hungry howled once, furious, and went quiet—blinded, blocked, shut out. Inside the salt circle, in a living room that smelled like blood and sage and love, Charlotte Hale blinked her star-spark eyes, sighed, and finally decided sleep was acceptable. Silverveil entered its after.

Ayla picked it up, blew the dust covering it, and opened it. Some pages were filled with drawings and images, while others were blank. On one of the pages, the images started to move, like they had a life of their own, and they revealed the story of the first Avatar of Inoss. Ayla was sure she was holding in her hands the forgotten book. She put it in her bag, together with a little parchment written in a language she didn’t recognize. She had the feeling it was something important. Hudde made it to the door and leaned against the doorframe. “I have never seen armor like these in all my life. Whoever made them was a master. He combined magical ore with dragon scales.”

“The Chief and Oliver made their army, they just didn’t realize that their army would fight for the other side.” Yhendorn slides the bag over to us. “Go ahead, take a look.” Everett pulls the bag over to us, laying his chin on my shoulder as he works around me to open the bag and pull out some of the oldest looking books I’ve ever seen. When he pulls them out, Yhendorn releases his breath. “Yhendorn?” Kenna asks him.

All of these books must have come with the house. My fingers stop on a copper bookend, and a rush of warmth tingles down my arm into my fingertips. I pull them back with a hiss, clutching them against my chest as they throb. Three fingerprint-sized indents glisten on the bookend, now slightly warped from my touch. Copper and I are not friends. I much prefer iron. Silver is great to work with, seeing as I don’t have to worry about the side effects since I don’t have a wolf. But copper is–

Silent: I watch with crossed arms as the infamous Dr. Kolohe Cho uses her technological power to complete the suit of armor. “The Iron Fist armor is nearly ready,” Dr. Cho says while looking at a metal claw. Her eyes and head glowing a blueish-green color, the claw starts to turn by itself. It grabs a massive iron hand and screws it into the wrist of the armor. Dr. Cho thanks the claw machine while it spins around.

the guy chuckled then sniffed releasing me from his hold “I’m not on something, I’m mad that you filthy rich piece of shit just bounces in this area to my ex-girlfriend’s home. You want to show off you have money? Huh?” he pushed me. My heart started to beat as an unusual feeling of tingling sensation on my arms started. I felt my arms sweat. No one has actually ever provoked me the way this guy was doing at the moment, not at home, not at school. No one has ever pushed me.