Ironhand Book Novels & Stories

“I don’t know if I’m ready. But I know I’m willing. And for now... I’m in his good books. That has to count for something.” “What do you mean ‘good books’?” “I mean,” Andra said with a sly smile, “that I can probably get away with a few things here and there and still live my best life.” Molly raised a brow. “I wouldn’t bet on it. That man strikes me as the ‘I-see-everything’ type.” “He did say he loves with his eyes open.” “Exactly,” Molly said, gesturing with her spoon. Andra leaned back with a smirk, lifting her glass of juice as if in toast.

Only Thea displayed visible anger. With blood still trickling down her lips, Thora glared at the woman. “You’re Yadira Dickinson? I see, so that’s why the Dooms are so persistent in destroying the New Shahrzad Dynasty. You want our treasures, especially the Amethyst-Gold Heart Armor we acquired…” Yadira’s voice rose in fury. “You shameless wretch! Even now, you’re still playing the victim and spouting nonsense? Unforgivable!” In a sudden burst of anger, she raised her hand to slap Thora. However, before she could land the blow, a fiery red shadow flashed and caught her hand with swift movement.

“Follow me.” Her voice was deep but gentle. I grabbed her hand quickly because I really couldn’t wait anymore. As she led me through the hallway, I couldn’t stop staring at her armor. It was shiny even though we almost underground. The metal plates covered her shoulders and chest, and she walked like she was used to wearing it every day. I wondered if it was heavy. I wondered if I’d ever be strong enough to wear something like that. But mostly I wondered why she was being nice to me.

"But I feel it now. I feel everything. I’m not scared anymore, Anna. I’m just angry." Anna pulled back, nodding solemnly. "Good. Use that anger. We're going to need it." Anna turned toward the center of the room. The 30th had arrived, and with it, the "Jameson" identity dissolved forever. She reached into the air, calling upon the McKinnley inheritance that now flowed through her like a river of molten gold. From the empty air, her battle armor materialized—crafted from dark, enchanted leather and reinforced with Filigree Silver that wouldn't burn her, but would melt any Devonshire who dared touch it.

His eyes burned with a fervent, almost religious zeal. He reached for my face, his fingers, cold and long, extending towards me. I twisted, my bound body straining against the invisible bonds, a surge of desperate energy bursting forth. Flames, sharp and silver, erupted from my hands, arcing towards him, but he was terrifyingly fast. With a casual flick of his wrist, he deflected the fire, and then, with blinding speed, his hands shot out, catching my wrists in an iron grip, forcing me still, the last remnants of my struggle dying in a frustrated whimper.

I sensed my mate outside the door because he probably felt my uneasiness, Drax also showed up opened the door, and looked confused just like Eli. Drax smiled, "What did he do now?" Amon said, "Nothing, my lord, we just need answers," and I looked at Eli who walked towards me standing behind me wanting to know what was going on as well. I cut my hand bleeding into the shot glass on the table before handing it to Aidan, he drank it as his eyes turned white for a second and so did Amon's. I was nervous now when Eli mind-linked me, "Relax love, if he wanted to kill you, he would have done it already," and I smiled but I was still nervous, so he held my hand calming me down like the loving and su

A breeze stirs the wind chimes above, and for a moment, all I hear is wind and fruit flies humming. Then it comes, like the sudden chill of winter air sliding down my spine. The tether in my mind flickers. “Jandro.” Inferno. His voice is dry ash and unblinking fire, urgent, pressing against the walls of my mind. I straighten, the book slipping from my lap. “It’s the High Coven.”

: “Elise realized what she’d built... Firebrand wasn’t just data it was a weapon she couldn’t control.” > Henry Sr.: “She tried to shut it down. But someone else reactivated it. That’s why... why she disappeared.” Lucien looked at Sera, hurt and warring with shock. > Lucien: “All this… for her?” Sera stepped back, voice fierce. > Sera: “For her truth.” They stared across the floor three generations of Calder and Duvall tied together in love, betrayal, and broken trust. Sera raised her gun again.