روايات وقصص ضمن Monarch Of Iron Body

"We Thorax warriors are descended from a short, sturdy physique, except for the massive monarch members, who have the same skin tone as black warriors." The King responded calmly, "Then why are you back to your original height?" The Thorax warrior was under a spell, and Calyx intended to hurt him and put him to sleep, but the King merely wished to calm the warrior's temper. So, he hoped that the dagger Calyx was holding would be his.

Clothed in attire that befit their status, they moved with an air of timeless sophistication. The kingdom was ruled by a centuries-old vampire monarch, Lord Kieran, a wise and powerful ruler who maintained a delicate balance between the various vampire clans. The man of which Lucien had wanted his daughter for himself as a bride. Lucien was no stranger to this world, having been born and raised within its confines. But after leaving to explore the other realms, he had gained a gift despite the complexity of the other worlds. The gift of the teal talisman.

she said at last, gripping his hand tightly. A faint spark of hope flickered in her eyes as she explained, "The Obsidian Monarch was disfigured, yet he still reigns as the monarch of the Northern Frontier. Your leg may be ruined, but William said the injury only affects the way you walk. Once you grow accustomed, you will move as freely as before. You can still lead troops into battle!

"You're the pulse. And as long as I’m breathing, the grave stays outside." The Iron-Grave didn't fire cannons. It opened its "Rib-Gates," and a single, translucent bridge of bone-and-iron extended toward the Sun-Spire. A figure stepped onto the bridge. He was a titan, standing eight feet tall, encased in armor that looked like it had been grown from the obsidian of the world's first volcano. He didn't have a face, only a mask of white bone with three horizontal slits of glowing, red light.

“I’m here! I’m back.” ****** Monique sat up as she felt sweat on her forehead and neck. She reached her head. The girl’s memories are clear. There’s also Bella’s doppelgänger and the vampire, Lavinia. This person’s body was royal. A vampire royal. She reached her chest as it got tighter. Seeing the First Vampire King, and the excitement this person had only meant that she’s been away at a young age. “Monique,” Ciel approached. “What’s going on?”

It was because he didn’t pose a danger to me. He lifted his head slowly, breathing so hard that his giant body shook. When his eyes opened, they were no longer silver. They burned with the fire of a king—an immortal. Maybe an unstoppable monarch of the supernatural world. He reached for me. Not gently but possessively, as if touching what he had been hunting for centuries. “My name…” He inhaled sharply, as if speaking cost him control. “It’s Magnon!” Magnon! I fell to my knees with bewilderment. I saw darkness for a moment as a wave of doom swept across me.

That was what he was. His body was drenched in blood and I could see bits of flesh on him. His face was pulled into a lazy and bored look. Like he just had better places to be and just wanted to be done with this as quick as possible. Like having bits of several people's bodies all over him was the most monotonous activity of his life. "A monster..." My lips trembled the word out and his gaze shifted to me from the king. He raised a bloody hand and the king was levitated into the air. I still couldn't move an inch as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

Hurled straight to the massive figure face and punched straight to it's left blazing pupil within the sharpened canines. This will hurt. Randall said to himself as his white flames burnt through the eyes of the monster. “Hurt? I don’t even feel a thing.” The Egregious figure bragged as though it read the King’s mind, Randall and Priscilla gasped, “It could read minds?” The King wondered. Then suddenly, the monster closed his left eye gnashing his canines deep into Randall's arm—dismembering his right arm completely as Randall was swiftly swayed away with great force that causes him to fly off uncontrollably— Hot magma drew out from his wound instead of blood—During the war. Many believed the

"But Aquant and Torus can't train him the way he needs to be trained." "It's the best I can do. He has to learn. Fenon may think he knows what's best but Marvelon's powers aren't so easy to control. If he takes them, Marvelon can end up dying." Mom smoothed out her skirt. "Marvelon's powers can't be removed." Craig arched a brow. "Marvelon is half-human. It is much easier than you think to take the other half of his supernatural powers." Mom laid on her back and stretched out her arms. "What's the origin of the King of Kings?"

Kade threw himself over me as Darius shifted fully, a wall of black fur and rage between us and the doorway. When I looked up, it was standing there. Not at the Citadel. At Ironridge. A projection. A piece of it, pulled through blood and stone and the cracked seal. Tall. Too tall. Seven feet at least, maybe more. Skin like cracked obsidian, veins of molten red running through it like lava under rock. No eyes. Just two pits of fire where eyes should be. And when it moved, the ground shook in time with it, like the earth itself recognized its king.