Ironhand Book Novels & Stories

She screamed as she crashed into a table and chairs, shattering them as she fell to the floor. Curled up in agony, her entire body trembled as she rolled on the ground, wailing miserably. Chase stepped forward, walking toward her. "What do you think you're doing?" A towering brute leaped out, blocking his way. He was massive, with broad shoulders and bulging muscles like steel, radiating raw power. He was the head of the guards, known as Iron. Among the formidable warriors in the Larsens' ranks, there were those who mastered the Iron Sand Palm technique. His body had been refined to the peak, and it was a terrifying sight.

Danial put his thoughts aside and went deeper in the Library and found the book which reocrded the Iron Fist Technique. Retrieving the ancient tome, he settled into a secluded corner, eager to uncover the mysteries of this new skill. As he delved into the book's pages, Danial was pleasantly surprised to find that the Iron Fists technique was not as obscure as he initially thought. It was a martial art that emphasized raw power, endurance, and striking precision. The book detailed its history, the philosophy behind it, and the foundational movements that formed its core.

Shameful. One of the domestic staff rushed over to help take my bag in. I’d brought just two bags: one had my clothes and a few essentials and the other had some shoes and files. I didn’t think I would need anything more than that. I didn’t want to arrive at the Hansons mansion looking like I was escaping from my home. “Is he in?” I asked the girl who helped with my bags. “Who, Miss Vendel?” she asked. “Christopher,” I said after a deep breath.

In fact, I felt guilty, like I had messed up the window. “I guess we have to thank the witches for their amazing powers,” he said. I nod my head, walking to the books. “So, where do we find books about Lux?” I asked. “This library contains books about past alphas and everything they did. I have never come across Lux books,” he said. “So, how do we find it?” I asked.

He aggressively takes my hand and puts it on his hand, then grabs my other hand and also places it with my other hand. 'Now! Or you will go a week without any food!' he threatens. I stare down at my hands, covered in his blood. I don't know how to do it. Not sure what to do, I entwine my fingers through his, making him flinch from the sparks. The room remains silent as I stare intently at our hands, my hair begins to rise, and my hands begin to glow as my eyes become a bright silver. The warmth I felt earlier flows through my body again.

"We go to the source. We don't hide the Heart anymore, Dante. We use it." Dante grabbed the bag and slung it over his shoulder. He looked at the door, then at me, reaching out his hand. I took it, our fingers interlocking—Ink and Iron, perfectly fused. "Then let’s show them what a real monster looks like," he said. We stepped out of the cabin into the freezing night, ready to face whatever war Ligeia and my father had sparked. The Whispering Woods were silent no longer; the hunt was on, but for the first time, we weren't the prey.

her eyes beamed, looking at him. “So be it. I will only come back here if I can already wield magic on my own.” “Definitely, because Ahldrin will train your hand-to-hand combat skills.” He nodded. And in just a blink, Aserah disappeared. Eleand gently shook his head while staring blankly at the book in his hand. What could be its content? He was curious. Eleand did not hesitate to open the book. The line in his forehead deepened when the pages of the book became visible. There was an illustration on the first page, a silhouette of a wolf in a clear black ink. There were inscriptions he could not understand, and they looked ancient.

“And that made you drug her with wolfsbane?” He holds on to the silver bars, the smell of burning flesh fills the small room, but he didn’t seem to care what was happening to his hands “I had too, if I couldn’t help her with her powers, how is anyone else going too” he pauses “Do not let her get angry”

Almost there. The rain had stopped. His eyes, the color of deep sea that glistened under the silvery moonlight, were pleading for any sign of hope in my own, a hope that was lost on me. But before I was able to complete my move, I felt a jolt. I stopped abruptly inches away from his face, my hand pressed against his chest on the other side of where his heart would be. I could have it in my hands and squished between my fingers in seconds. I was a warrior. Many had fallen by my bare hands. I did not have feelings. I did not need them, but the tingle on the tips of my fingers where I touched him caused me to hesitate.

"You thought you could use my ring to shield a traitor's spawn. Now, you watch the shield shatter." He released me, turning on his heel toward the rolling crucible. He didn't wait for the mages. He reached into the white-hot coals with his bare hand, his Alpha skin sizzling slightly as he gripped the heavy handle of the extraction iron, pulling the glowing, red-hot silver rod from the furnace. "Richard, no!" Darren shrieked from the shadows, his chains rattling frantically.