Ironhand Book Novels & Stories

He glares down at me with the same look in his eyes since I got here, and I can’t help but wonder why. He moved to crouch in front of me but before he did, he was thrown back harshly, landing against the wall with a loud thud and I look up wide-eyed at my own mate, Hunter. He has his hand stretched out and everyone gasps in either shock or disbelief as a golden yellow glow enveloped his hand as he threw the white-haired sorcerer off me almost as easily like breathing. Not just that, the glow surrounding his hands has rune symbols glowing around it. His eyes glowed bright shimmering gold and I also noticed that the suppressing magical force on my arms and legs suddenly disappeared.

Ingrid, William, and John made a defensive parameter with the hunter to defend their home. From the smoke and flames of the burning forest emerged a huge army of the Hand. Their spears are sharp as their swords are long. Their armor of black fur and white paint across their faces impose a powerful visage of doom to their enemies. And standing in front of them is their leader the Chief. Wearing a skull of an ox as his headdress and wielding two bloody large swords as his weapon.

He was inhuman. He grabbed Armando's throat trying to choke him as Armando punched him. Hunter wasn't fazed at all even by his strong punch. There was maddening fury in his jade orbs that had flecks of gold in them. He was on the brink of shifting. Armando's claws extended out as he clawed at Hunter's face but Hunter defended himself which freed Armando from his grip as he stumbled back. Three of his men came to his side as Armando charged at Silvia but before he could reach her Hunter blocked him.

Dagger felt uncomfortable being touched by his brother but he could not afford to blow his cover. Rafe's father, Dan, felt the need to check his son's neck for temperature, "I hope those doctors checked you well. I would not want anything bad happening along the way. Have they?" He asked as he moved his hand from Dagger's face to his forehead and then rubbed his head. All the while he did that, Dagger struggled to not slap his brother's hand off his face. Ivy stared at him, her eyes opening as Rafe's father, Dan moved his hand across Dagger's face. She knew Dagger hated him more than anything in the world and it was taking all the discipline he had not to rip his hand apart.

I did what Guller had taught me in the dark, suffocating silence of the meditation cell. I built the fortress. Then I opened the gate. I am the Void, I thought. The mantra tasted like cold iron on my tongue. I do not break. I consume. Ishara was on me. Her claws—now three inches of serrated, black bone—swept toward my throat. I could smell the ozone of the Barzil-steel plating on her gauntlets. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, a furnace of metabolic overdrive.

The book said. I placed my trembling hand on the glowing pages of the Book of Shadows and a searing pain shot through my fingers like a bolt of lightning. It was as if my hand had been engulfed in flames, the intensity of the sensation causing me to cry out in agony. "Ahhhh!" I yelped, my voice echoing through the cottage as I tried to jerk my hand away from the book's surface. But to my horror, the pain only intensified, as though invisible chains were holding me in place, trapping me in a vortex of excruciating torment.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

Kneeling down in front of me he narrowed his eyes once more as he held up the palm of his free hand, “Do you know what iron does to those of you’re kind?” Gulping hard I shook my head before looking at it once more. I noticed a symbol scarred into his hand, it must have been burnt into him. He held up the iron symbol and I realized it was the same symbol, “Give me your hand,” He said sternly. Gulping again I frowned as I instinctively pulled my hand against my chest,