Monarch Of Iron Body Novels & Stories

"To the kitchen my noble steed." Even at twenty-two Carson was still her favorite person. He was a big man. Since he was the bodyguard for a weapons cartel family he had to be in good shape. Even in his fifties. He was bald and had brown skin that was clean of tattoos but had scars here and there. When they first met Aurora was scared of him until she realized he was a big softy. "Yes ma'am." he chuckled and walked with her to the kitchen.

The angelic voices of the children in the choir echo around the cathedral hall of the palace. Singing a beautiful song about the history of the kingdom. Everyone's eyes are watching the new queen as she walks the aisle towards the altar where a throne was set for her to sit. Everyone is in awe as they watch Morrigan gracing the long aisle. Dressed in fine garments of sophisticated colors of red and black, with a purple train stretching to her back. The colors of royalty in the kingdom of Hymir.

Because of its existence, the blood person was no longer a blood person, but more like something wrapped in dried cowhide, which was similar to a human corpse. "What do you think?" The monster said in a proud tone. "Hmph, no wonder you're so confident. So it turns out that this guy's golden body is protecting him. But do you think you'll win just like that?" The eunuch-like voice retorted disdainfully. "He relies on the protection of the golden body to absorb the power of my sea of blood and reconstruct his body." "That's very impressive. However, that's only relative. Don't forget that his body contains the power of my Blood Sea."

This beautiful scene had been built on the rotting corpses of Dain’s kingdom. My breath caught and I yanked Adley down behind a group of giggling ladies, when I realized Nadia wasn’t alone. He swept into the room gracefully, a crown of pale stars on his head and a euphoric smile on his handsome face. His hair was the color of a raven’s feather and sinfully messy. It matched the dark color of his tunic perfectly and would’ve completely set him apart from Nadia if it weren’t for the white buttons down the front, and the pattern that spiraled across his shoulders and chest.

Every vampire in the hall shot to their feet, bowing as one. They bowed deeply. Even the proudest elders lowered their heads, their bodies trembling from the Monarch's sheer presence. I turned, holding my breath. Caspian Blackwood stood at the entrance to the hall. The legendary Monarch was more breathtaking than I could have imagined. He was carved from sin and shadow, a fallen god in the flesh. Long black hair fell loosely around his shoulders. His deep, dark-gold eyes seemed to see through everything.

Even if I was that rich, why in hell would I ever use all that metal for a freaking door? The two could hear bangs on the gates of the palace, obviously the Exalt Stage beast was done massacring the Apes and sought to come into the palace. But their expressions eased as, even though the gate was not weak enough to stop it, the beast couldn't open it enough for its huge body to get in. Seeing this, they rested a bit before heading in. Alyssa was stunned as she looked at the hall glittering with shining light. "This is all Jade Essence Metal?"

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

His left hand lay by his side limply as blood flowed freely from his shoulder. Orange Monk’s body crouched into an unusual stance. His robe was in tatters, and his skin was exposed to all. His skin was cracked all over, like a parched land without a drop of water, and blood slowly dripped down the cracks. His appearance shook the hearts of all watching, and they were scared for his health. However the man in question, Orange Monk was unbothered. Enduring the pain he licked his lips, his eyes still clouded with bloodlust, and charged at Blue King once again. But this time things were different.

Then came the screaming. Clawed hands, pale and rotting, broke free from the soil. Bodies grotesque and inhuman began to crawl out of the abyss. Not demons. Not vampires. Not anything I’d ever seen before. These things were older. Wrong. Their very presence made the air turn sour and thick with decay. The Void Monarch… he stepped back. For the first time, real fear crossed his face. “No,” he hissed. “They were supposed to sleep forever.” “What are they?” I breathed, the dagger trembling in my grip again, its edge now glowing silver-hot in my hands.

The weapons carried by these individuals were crafted from first-grade Black Iron, which was capable of withstanding ordinary attacks. Among the guards, the two black-robed men at the forefront had reached the formidable level of stage-seven martial monarch. "You little pest, you've caused enough trouble!" sneered the black-robed martial monarch on the left, his eyes glinting with greed. "You've slaughtered so many of the Dark Blood Guards. Today, even if you escape to the heavens, you won't evade death!"