Ironhand Book Novels & Stories

“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”

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

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.

We stood side by side, receiving the blessings and cheers of all present. On my finger glittered a massive diamond ring, a symbol of the alliance between two mafia families. Behind me stood a knight whose loyalty would never waver. Beneath me lay a vast empire, growing at a staggering pace. As for love? It had been buried three months ago in that blood-soaked casino, along with my shattered right hand. For me, love no longer existed. And now, the new commander rose, her reign beginning with absolute authority.

Just real. “You were alive,” he said, like that covered everything. “There are plenty of people alive. You didn’t drag them home.” He almost smiled—just a tiny lift, the kind that changes the air. “None of them had what you’ve got in your chest.” She went still. “You can see it?” “I feel it. What is it?” She looked at her hands, neat and bandaged, cared for by someone a little too practiced. “I don’t know. Wen Lihua. I was—am?—the Wen Clan’s failed daughter. Couldn’t cultivate. Three days ago, I survived a fire. Now something in me just—” she set her hand over her heart, “burns.”

But his hand didn't meet her cloth. ​From the center of the falling sand, a third hand, made neither of wood nor stone nor porcelain, but of a thick, liquid blue drafting ink that had hardened into the shape of her father's old mapping pens, wrapped around her remaining human wrist from the depth of the chasm, pulling her down into the oil before the Alpha could close his fingers.

Henry said casually. "This is our third encounter, right?" Sven asked. "Thank you for saving my life twice before. I feel so ashamed," Sven responded. "It's fate. Here, take this." Henry pulled out a book and tossed it over. He had plenty of resources because he was the Master of Golden Liberty and had previously been given opportunities. "What's this?" Sven was perplexed, but he was stunned when he saw the title on the cover. "The treasure of the assassin world—the Art of Assassination! Wait! There's also the Ghosty Steps?

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.

His shaking hands reached for the satchel at his side and pulled out a worn out leather book. "Easy now," Betty said softly, trying to help him. "This...this book can prove that everything I told you about Kaira and Azura is true". He coughed loudly, trying to gasp for air "Her battle plans and everything she plans to do on the night .....of the blood moon, it's all in there. Hendrix took the book carefully. "No matter what, you're still one of the rogues so if a rogue nation falls, everything and everyone you hold dearly will fall along with it so why help us?"