Ironhand Book Novels & Stories

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Chapter 19: The Council of Stone and Shadow The Hold, built for defense, not diplomacy, transformed into a theater of power. The great hall, once a shadowy cavern, now blazed with torchlight. The clan banners were displayed with pride beside the royal standard. The air was thick with conflicting scents: beeswax polish, roasting meat, the metallic tang of nervous sweat, and the ever-present, cold breath of the mountain.

“How do you know my name?” “Because it’s right there.” Lyria looked. The L vanished. Then Y. Her face went white. “No.” Emmy reached. “Give it to me.” This time she did. The moment Emmy touched the book, the black fire leaped onto her hand. Pain tore through her. She screamed. “Emmy!” Ignisvath lunged. “Don’t touch me!” He stopped. The fire climbed Emmy’s arm. Names entered her. Not words. Lives.

A shadow appeared across the floor. I held my breath.The man reached toward the top of the crate.His fingers curled over the edge.I closed my eyes.Please.Please don't.The crate moved.ThenA voice rang through the warehouse.“She's not here.”The man's hand disappeared.Another voice answered from across the room.“Then where is she?”I opened my eyes.A third man stepped into view.Unlike the others, he wasn't wearing his vest openly.His black jacket was buttoned to the throat.But the Iron Skull patch was visible on his sleeve.He looked around slowly.“She's got the ledger.”My heart beat stopped for a moment.The ledger.

Dead center sat the target: Tobias Irons. He was perched in between a bunch of girls and guys, all enraptured by his brunette, tall, and muscled presence as he loudly weaved a tale of his adventures in the bedroom. Hoots and hollers rang out as he made crude gestures with his hands, gaining even more attention from the surrounding partygoers. The boy tucked his hands inside the pockets of his jeans to hide the blood that seeped down his knuckles because of his tightly clenched fists.

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

she nodded vigorously, handing the flask to me, "I don't know Amber," I grumbled, "Human blood is one thing but dragon blood? I don’t— I don’t know if I am ready for such a big leap," "What— you think this is the blood of a dragon?" She chuckled loudly, "No, you fool... It's a rare plant... A whole valley of them grow once every decade, people would kill to taste a single drop, guess my man here—- She looked over at the body, "— has been keeping it close to him as a treasure all this time,"

Mane nodded his head like a stringed puppet, his dull eyes suggesting that he was not himself. His hand reached out for the Eyes of Destruction, their red glow a dangerous beast that called to him, pulling him into their selfish embrace. As Mane’s hand grew nearer, the red light grew brighter, and the shadow behind the eyes gained a more visible presence. A red robe hugged the shadow gently as it slowly gained its features.

Kingston stood up. “If she comes to me, I won’t mind if she’s indestructible, I will kill her with my two hands,” Kingston said and left the office the same way he came in. *Alice’s POV* At this rate, my head should be spinning already. I can’t believe I’ve finished two books already, I collapsed on the floor feeling really tired. My thoughts were filled with what I read in the books, what if I have more powers i don’t even know about?

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.