Ironhand Book Novels & Stories

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.

Alice scoffed “I know I’m annoying” Linus stood up and went to sit down beside her Alice moved away “Why did you come here?” She asked “I’m not b!tt!g,,I just wanna be your friend” Linus said “I never said I needed a friend” Alice said and tried getting up “Wait,,” Linus gr@bb£d her hand and she sat down back Linus was still holding her hand when the door opened and Kingston c@m£ in,, Immediately a fire from nowhere appeared on their connected hands and tney separated

"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.

Some maids brought my breakfast and I asked for a medical to reduce my headache, which was brought soon after. The throbbing didn't reduce until after a few hours of sleep. I didn't realize that forcing myself to recollect the body owner’s memories could hurt like this. What about my own original memories about the life where I was Fenrir and not Hawk? Would I ever get those memories back? It was afternoon already, so I set off to the location Rudolph was working on. I bet he should know who Hunter is, since he is a new Alpha too, and if not…Maybe he will know the Moonbound Pack?

“But tell them this: If they ever move toward the North Coast again, I won’t just burn a book. I’ll burn the entire market. I’ll leak every offshore account, every shell company, and every hidden villa. I’m an Ares, Silas. I know how to destroy a world better than anyone.” Silas stared at me for a long moment, a ghost of respect flickering in his eyes. Then, without a word, he turned and vanished into the shadows of the house. I stayed in the library until the fire died down to a pile of grey ash. The ledger was gone. The letters were gone. The “compass” was broken. I walked out of the “House of Bone” and into the cold, clean Adirondack morning. The sun was rising over the lake, the light re

Prince Ollivander asked but Amren kept quiet. "What's the use? He doesn't recognize you" he added. "Come with me," he said as he bent to grab Amren by the hair to pull her along, a cold slender hand grabbed his. As fast as lightning, Prince Ollivander swung his fist at the intruder and Rhysand blocked his attack with his palm and applied strength in that hand and roughly pushed Prince Ollivander backward, Prince Ollivander moved a few steps away from them, his shoes scraping the ground but managed to hold himself as he gritted his teeth.

If there is a way, it is in this book. He runs his finger over the various titles of prophecy and catastrophic tales, and stops when he reads: “Hell's Gate”. - Hell's Gate. – reads aloud. - Should be it. – Gary says.

The mob seized the weapons and arrested all the corrupt officers present in the hut. Arinthal attempted to escape, using Lirien as a hostage. Eryndor sensed something was amiss, rushed to the beach, where the boat was ready to sail. He arrived with Anderson, but Arinthal warned them to stay back, threatening to shoot Lirien if they approached. Eryndor was hit in the shoulder, but the workers reacted swiftly, shooting Arinthal's hand and sending his revolver flying into the sea.

The Rift War, the elders called it sparked not by bloodlust or greed, but by love unaligned with politics. By a man who defied tradition for the wrong twin. She was still gripping the edge of the stone balcony when Ryker arrived. She didn’t hear his boots first — she felt the air shift. The scent of smoke. Metal. Earth. Then his voice, hoarse and careful: “Trix.” She turned slowly. He looked like a man half-unmade — gaunt, burned in places, shoulder bandaged beneath his armor. His hair was longer. His eyes were the same.