Ironhand Book Novels & Stories

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.

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 claws were half-drawn, catching the firelight like shards of gold. He lunged. “Again,” he growled, the word barely human. Instinct surged. Selene gasped and lifted her hands. A blast of fire and frost erupted outward in a violent burst — gold and silver striking Rowan square in the chest. The impact sent him skidding back across the moss, his boots carving deep grooves in the floor. Smoke rose from his skin, curling into the air. And Rowan laughed. A wild, proud, feral sound that shook her more than any roar.

But by then, I had already let go of everything. My form had gone completely transparent, ready for the next chapter. Ahead of me lay a path bright and open. My passion would never fade, my devotion would outlive even after my final breath.

A sharp whistle cut through the noise. “Well, I will be damned,” someone said. “The girl and the golden boy.” Hawk stepped from the shadows with a beer in hand. The old bastard hadn’t changed—same scar across his nose, same mean glint in his eyes. He’d once run with the Steel Vipers before splitting off due to a disagreement, breaking the clubs apart for good. The man carried weight that came from years on the road and blood on his boots. He looked at Ashley like she’d crawled out of a grave. “You made it out of that fire pit?”

The figure stepped into the full light, and the flames of the torches bent subtly toward it as though drawn by a force older than wind or breath, its eyes a deep, unbroken shade of silver that reflected every face in the room, including Fenric’s, with unnerving clarity. It wore no armor, no mark of rank or allegiance, yet the weight of its presence was so complete that even the Bonebinder, who had faced the fire without flinching, shifted one step back, his gauntleted hand curling into a fist.

The moment my hands touched it, warmth spread through me, strange and electric. The shadows recoiled, as if my touch burned them. The figure hissed, stepping back, claws forming out of the darkness. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I felt power surge from the book into me. The words on the cover shimmered faintly, glowing like they recognized me. Fenrir moved closer. “Whatever you’re going to do—now is the time.” I took a deep breath. The shadows lunged again. This time, I didn’t flinch.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

I'd ruined my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent. For three years, I couldn't create. And I just found out it was all a trap—one he'd set for me, to protect his true love, Sophia. "The procedure was a success. Mrs. Torrino's nerve damage has almost fully healed." Leaning against the cool hallway wall outside my husband’s study, I heard the voice of our private physician, Dr. Martinez. My heart hammered against my ribs. Three years.

With the aid of my thumb and my index fingers, I picked out the book, ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I walked to the windows and parted both curtains sideways, giving up space for sunlight and fresh air. I plopped onto my bed, my back against the ceiling and I placed my elbows on a pillow and the book in front of my face, just in place for a nice time with myself and the author. As I read through lines, my eyes brightened with delight and my mind wandered far away into the world of fantasy. I After I was done with the first page, I flipped to the second when I heard a tingling sound in the kitchen. It sounded like heavy kitchen equipment like a stainless steel bowl had hit the gro