Mikazuki Iron Blooded Orphans Novels & Stories

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

“They’re here!” The words struck me like physical blows. They’re here. The nightmare we’d spent weeks whispering about in council chambers had become reality. The Ironbloods. Magic-wielding killers who had burned entire villages to ash. Malakor. The warlord. I froze. The slums had taught me how to survive. How to steal. How to fight. How to disappear into shadows. But this wasn’t another tavern brawl. This was war. Monsters. Magic. Blood. Death.

“Miki…” Miki coughed harshly. “Carry on…for me,” she said weakly. “Destroy…Raven’s Gate. If it’s Yuri…I believe that you can do it. If it’s Yuri…” “Miki. Tell me!” said Yuri quickly. “Who is Kami?!” “Kami is—” But before she could complete her sentence, Miki’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her eyelids slid shut, having lost consciousness due to the severe loss of blood.

These rogues had become pure fighting machines. Gray and Orathe activated the Dyess family's inherited Gift - Blood Hell. They could control the blood of all enemies in an instant. Gray enjoyed making enemies' blood vessels burst, causing their demise, while Orathe turned the enemies' blood into countless tiny blood arrows, piercing them from the inside out.

"Why are you being like this, Mizuki, this is my home and that thing attacked my home because he is looking for me. I can not let him keep doing this. He needs to be destroyed." As Mizuki flew on she heard a terrorizing roar from below her. She quickly looked down and saw the massive beast flying towards her as fast as he could. He was coming at them so fast that you could hear wind whistling off of him as he sliced through the air. With a loud thud and what sounded like the air being knocked out of her, The Grimlock crashed into Mizuki with such force that it sent them both spiraling towards the earth below them at a high rate of speed. As they plummeted to the ground, Mizuki was able to sp

The flames turned into jagged shards of orange glass that fell and shattered on the ground. "We can't get close, Emma!" Félix shouted, his daggers useless against the void. "It’s not a physical cold! It’s the Absence of Motion!" I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were standing at the edge of the plaza, their skin iridescent with the magnetized silver-iron of their new evolution. "Arthur! The Iron-Blood!" I cried. "Your marrow! It’s the only thing with enough density to resist the Zero!"

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

The shield protected Maria from the rain of blood, but the scene was still horrifying to her eyes. After calming himself down, the orc pointed his eyes towards the one responsible for his missing hand, only to be locked with a pair of frosty sapphire orbs—a look Luna and Akihito mirrored as Richard said to the orc, "Get your dirty hand away from her."

They glistened, and straight-up hissed, proclaiming their hazardous nature to us. I wasn’t fully a werewolf, but being born of one, I could immediately perceive the concentrated metallic aura that emanated from the shiny beads. This didn’t happen with other metal substances like plain iron. Muzan, on the other hand, looked like he could barely look at the thing. Like it burned his eyes. “I’ll try to sew as many as I can to his bedsheets,” I said proudly, making Muzan’s eyes widen. “He’ll sleep on them, and I’ll lace his tea with a bit of silver first before I stab him.”

You are not a man's priest to have their strength. Mack raises an eyebrow: Hey, what a freak, you despicable! Do you want me to drain your blood now? Mikoto carries Rodri and speeds her up, and Mac tries to catch up with them and catch them, only to be intercepted by some of the soldiers of light, so that he gets busy fighting them, and he vows to Mikoto and that priestess, Rodri, to die at his hands On the other hand, Ivan the Devil was fighting with his fierceness to finally appear before him a prince of white princes, and not any prince