Monarch Of Iron Body Novels & Stories

Seeing as the dark king was of the dark bloodline, anyone would want to take his body. Roy sighed. "I think the body of the dark king may hold secrets that no one wants the whole world to find out. He is of the dark bloodline, and did you see the form his body took when he was about to die?" My heart sunk a the images came pouring into my mind. That monstrous figure, that looked like something straight out of a horror movie. He looked unearthly, like a monster that has crawled out of the pits of hell to send us into utter damnation.

I couldn’t say anything to my father when Uncle Bane told him it looks like someone is targeting the kingdom by hitting us in the area that’s the weakest. We used to have strong warriors, everyone feared them, but that was back when my great grandfather Harry ruled. Harry was brutal with his punishments; twenty strikes weren't enough to satisfy his need to prove his dominance. Harry liked to sentence the ones that were disobedient to death. Goddess help you if you were a female wolf in those days and didn't find your mate by seventeen, you would become a slave in the palace. Harry forced the slaves to please him a different slave for different pleasures you might say. One slave he liked on h

With a voice as frigid as ice, she commanded, "Do it." Her command was met with a resounding "Yes!" from her fiercely loyal guards, trained in secret to follow her every command, no matter the target. Monroe's group barely had time to grasp what was happening before half of them lay dead, powerless to retaliate. "Corie, you can't just kill nobles! You're spitting on the legacy of Oaklandia's founders!" Monroe bellowed, his body involuntarily releasing waves of energy. He was a Lord of War, and he was not going down without a fight.

And at the far end, on a raised platform, sat a throne of black iron. And on that throne sits a tall, muscular man, The Lycan King. Kieran Blackthorn. The Beast King. I forgot to breathe. He is not what I expected. The stories painted him as a monster, something barely human. But the man before me was nothing like an animal. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than I am. He is devastatingly beautiful in the way dangerous things are beautiful, sharp and perfect and absolutely terrifying.

He could never harm her or the people she cared about. She approached Eden who still stood near Curzon's body. He hadn't stopped staring since he bit the Blood King. She touched his arm. "Eden?" He startled at her voice and backed away from her, his expression dark. There was blood all over him—his hands, his tunic, even specks on his trousers. He looked like he'd been dragged through carnage. "Don't get close to me," he said. "What do you mean? Why?" "I—I'm a Blood Monarch. I fed on him."

All of them were expressionless as if they were emotionless porcelain statues. “They are corpses!” Frostine gulped as she felt goosebumps raised all over her body. Neela’s voice chimed in Alex’s ears, “Sir, we’re in big trouble. This monk is way stronger than the one we’ve faced back in Raze City, most likely an Immortal Monarch. These corpses are very strong as well. Every one of them has probably achieved Immortalization. We can’t beat them.” Alex’s jaw almost dropped to the floor after hearing this. “Are you sure?”

Not all Monarch-rank mechanical creatures developed additional features on their bodies, but if one did, it was definitely a Monarch-rank. For instance, the Monarch-rank mechanical rat was only larger in size without developing any other features. "You can tell?" The pangolin didn't dare to act cocky. It didn't think it could beat Victor even after advancing to Monarch-rank. "How many mechanical creatures have you eaten? Or rather, how many people have you eaten?" Victor's voice turned icy. "Bro, you've got it wrong. I've never eaten any human, I swear," the pangolin immediately replied, not wanting Victor to misunderstand.

(Princess Helen Hallerus) Canceling her Invisibility Spell, Finally she appeared before everyone in the present. Fully clad in thick brown robe, Her presence does carries an aura of a monarch. The same feeling that I have when I meet with Duchess Kolarova Qoon, In Fantasma, every monarch carries that same Passive Skills, {Aura of Monarch}, it was just not a skills but also a one true aura that signifies that one is a true monarch that were acknowledge by the Fantasma itself.

“Do you understand? Human children, families… cities… if you strike, if this escalates…” Samuel’s gaze softened for a moment—a flicker of the man he once was—but it vanished instantly. “Collateral is inevitable. I am not your Adrian,” he said, voice sharp as a blade. “I am the Iron King. And the world will learn fear or it will perish.”

He was a top-tier expert at the peak of the Aureate Immortal stage. It was said that he was just a step away from reaching the divine tribulation and was even able to temporarily use the ninth sense when using secret arts. In one battle, he single-handedly fought three late-stage Fiend Monarchs, killing one and forcing the other two to flee, earning him unmatched fame. That battle happened in Valerion Gorge, so he became known as the Valerion Immortal Monarch. He was so powerful because of the immortal blood inside his body.