Lawless Forge Reviews Novels & Stories

They didn't cross the liquid brass; they began to circle the perimeter, their featureless iron visors tracking us like wolves at a fence. "The balance shifts," the Keeper of the Forge hummed, its massive eight-foot brass form towering over the central anvil. The volcanic orange light inside its helm flared with a blinding, rhythmic cadence as it raised the long-handled forging hammer. "The dead flesh fractures the thermal line. The hybrid fire cannot seat while the wolf rots." "He doesn't rot!" I roared, forcing my raw, peeled palms onto the glowing lodestone beneath me.

He said, and my father nodded. "He never said anything like that, nor did he act that way. Besides, you have a werewolf mistress, too. Why haven't you abolished the law? We both know I have no problem letting the man have his rights. Forest belongs to Nikolas; it belonged to his family and was stolen. The man single-handedly created an army and took it back. He does not need our permission to be King, he has earned his place as King, and you have no right to oppose him," My father said, stating his part. My father was right. As long as Nikolas did not break the unity law, Fredrick had no justification for attacking Forest. He will be breaking the law doing so, but no one was brave enough to

The forge’s heart pulses, its walls alive with runes that sing of forgotten wars, their heat like a fever against my skin. We enter, the guardians carrying Cassia, Maddox’s shadows guarding our rear, Sylvara’s aura weaving a faint ward. The forge is a labyrinth of stone and starlight, its air thick with the scent of molten metal and ancient sorrow. At its center stands the guardian—a construct of light and shadow, its form fluid, eyes like twin moons, a mirror to my own. Its voice is a chorus, resonant, cutting through my soul. “Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.”

Copyright © 2026 by Progress Arerebo. All rights reserved. Dark Romance!!! Lovies, if you are looking for an action-packed story filled with thriller, suspense, and unexpected twists, then “Lawless Eclipse” is your go-to. With chapters designed to keep you on the edge of your seat, this is not a story you want to put down. This book is purely a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, places, persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

He looked grown-up for his age. "The Forge is over the ridge " Leo said quietly. ". The wind smells bad. Like burnt hair and vinegar." Elara nodded. She smelled it too. It was a kind of metal called Void-Iron. It was made with the help of the moon. It was meant to hurt the hides of the Aurelian Royals. Joshua was not just making weapons. He was making something to kill. When they reached the top of the hill they saw the Great Forge. It was a stone building. It used to be great. Now it looked broken. The chimneys were smoking a lot. The smoke was purple and ugly. The sound of the steam hammers was like a dying heart.

“Great, follow me.” The first place Alexander takes me to is the Forge. It’s a building made entirely of stone with a large chimney, a hearth as Alexander calls it, in the middle which burns from morning to night. At night, the last person to leave the Forge would put out the fire, and in the morning the first person to arrive will light it up. As I enter the Forge, I feel the heat rush over my skin. The interior has a faint orange glow from the large hearth in the middle, and thankfully, there is plenty of ventilation from all the open windows. Weapons and tools of all kinds line the walls, swords, daggers, knives, spears, various kinds of arrowheads, maces…and many of whom I can’t recall t

It was a razor-thin, horizontal disc of absolute sub-spatial friction, hovering exactly four feet off the ground, stretching across the entire width of the avenue. The Prime Forge didn't slow down. Its automated Founder AI didn't recognize the sub-ether anomaly as a physical threat. The massive war machine rolled directly into the Phase-Blade at forty miles an hour. The sound was indescribablea horrific, screeching howl of heavy durasteel being unwritten from reality. The Phase-Blade didn't cut the Forge; it deleted the molecular bonds of anything that passed through it. The Forge’s massive front treads hit the blade and were instantly severed.

"Listen, lightbulb, we don't want to weaponize it. We want to make sure the universe doesn't turn into a giant ice cube. Just hand over the keys." "Keys are a mortal concept," the Architect replied dismissively. "The Forge operates on a standard older than your Genesis Coin. It does not accept capital. It does not accept debt. It requires an equity swap. To ignite the Forge, you must feed it the very essence of your conceptual soul. You must surrender your memories, your attachments, your identity, to become the neutral gear of creation."

“Can you destroy the forge?” “No,” I answer, and it comes from a place deep within my soul. “I can’t.” “Why not?” “Because it's… It doesn’t need to be destroyed. Its job is already done.” “I don’t understand–” “The objects. Ryatt’s sword, your blade, Aunt Ella’s mask and the like… each Forge, according to legend, was built to craft specific items. This forge… I assume it made the bow, and Aviva wields it. But she isn’t like us–or, at least, she wasn’t like us, until yesterday. The forge’s job is done. Its power… pretty much dried up after she came out of it ,and Ryatt was able to bring back here from within its resting place. It’s just… water now. Like the falls in Maatua.”

tanong ni Valerie, habang binabantayan ang natutulog na si Alexander. ​"Ina-activate ko ang 'Ghost Forge'," sagot ni Liam. "Ang Outpost na ito ay hindi lang minahan, Val. Isa itong automated factory. Noong bata pa ako, nag-upload ako rito ng mga blueprints ng weapons na itinuturing ng UN na 'too dangerous for Earth'."