Mikazuki Iron Blooded Orphans Novels & Stories

"I did. Every single one of these people are brought together because of me. I gave my blessings to some and spared others. Shiratori Kazuha is quite a prominent example. She plays a large role into D-class with her natural gifts and powerful family geneaology. I made sure that her Blood art unlocks early so that she wouldn't die at the hands of her sister. Then there is Kurahashi Natsume, he unlocked his potential though I didn't expect him to teleport to the Crown. I saw his worth and I prolonged his life and power as much as possible though I do say that his passing is quite unfortunate. Then we cannot forget about Okabayashi Izumi. Under that personality of hers, her powers are actually

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

It worked. His c*ck twitched in his pants at the sight of crimson blood on her swollen lips. Her eyes had specs of exquisite gold swirling in them. Resembling the warm sunset cascading on the bluest ocean. This was the first time her wolf was peeking at him and he f*cking loved the sight. She wiped the blood with the back of her gloved hand and glared daggers at him. If glares could kill, he would be six feet under the ground by now.

The lamia holds him down wrapping him with her tail and while coughing, she says- “I thought something was wrong with you… But to this extent. Even your strength is inhuman. You monster.” “I’m not a monster… I’m human…” “Huh? I myself being a monster was gonna get killed by one far worse. What do you mean you’re not one?” “I’M NOT A MONSTER GODDAMMIT!!” Says Akihiko breaking free from the lamia’s grasp and breaking her neck the next instant. The lamia falls down on the ground dead. Few imps fly in through the window with refreshments and get killed by him as well.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

My dragon likes the stone and I enjoy seeing pride in his eyes when I wear it. Sir Orifice only had one goal and that was to remove my dress and fuck me. Hitting him over the head with a large vase from the nightstand beside the bed was easy. Repeatedly stomping his fingers beneath my boot satisfying. My thirst for blood began as a child when I planned to kill the dragon. I will never be a normal bride. Had never been a normal child. Somehow the gods matched me with the one man who would see my savagery as a bonus.

MIKO “Oh my God.” I exclaimed as soon as Black Dragon stepped in front of us. I looked at him from head to toe and I can’t believe that he’s still young. I thought he was the same age as “Eclipse” and “Shadow”. And that I can call him, “Uncle BD”.

While turning a human was done from biting on the wrist of the human. If the moon goddess approves of the mating mark, syncing can be done successfully. And if she doesn't approve of it, it would be just as a random wolf's bite. I drew my claws out, slitting my wrist open. I fed her my blood. The blood of an Original. The most sacred blood. I wasn't surprised when we actually synced, if anything at all, I was scared. Scared to be gifted a mate at this point of my life where the only thing I seeked for was revenge.