Orga Gundam Iron-blooded Orphans Novels & Stories

The corner of Jack’s mouth curled into a triumphant smile. At that moment, someone suddenly shouted, “Wait! The organizers just released the in-car footage!”

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

Leo gritted out. The blue light in his veins shifted. A harsh, metallic gray undertone appeared. I could feel the cold, martial discipline of the Ironclaw fortress flooding into him. He was tapping into the residual emotional energy of centuries of warriors, pulling the latent power from the stones of the abandoned citadel. "Silver River... confirmed." His aura flared with a jagged, chaotic orange. The memory of fire. The destruction of Seraphina’s estate. The volatile, burnt energy of a home destroyed by war. It mixed with

His speed and his strength—Gideon had dismissed them all like they were nothing with just two damn fingers. Owen wondered who the hell Gideon was. Before Owen could recover, Gideon's fingers tightened. The dagger shattered into pieces, sending Owen stumbling backward. It was worth noting that Owen's dagger was no ordinary weapon. It was forged from deep-sea refined iron. It was incredibly durable, capable of slicing through metal as if it were mere clay. Once a prized treasure in the Black Sky Organization's vault, it had been awarded to him as a reward for flawlessly completing an S-tier mission. The dagger had claimed the lives of countless high-profile targets, leaving a trail of formidab

I gasp, seeing other young girls on the line who are being scrutinized by a group of gamma warriors…I don’t know where they are taking us or what they are going to do with us. The gamma warriors of Orizon have bodies that are augmented by radiation—they look ruthless and merciless; they are wearing my family’s emblems on their bodies, mocking it…the things they stole from our castle and many more. With eyes glowing of radioactive energy coursing through their veins, they instil fear in all of us. Their sheepskin garments are not merely for concealment; they are also symbols of their predatory nature. Adorned with sharp spikes and horns, these skins serve as both armour and intimidation.

He would never buzz the doorbell! “Hand her over! This is the last time I’ll ask nicely!” came Alpha Ambrose’s raspy voice. I watched the Flame Hounds close in slowly. Deep red and orange flames churned in their wake as if their skin was made of molten lava. It was strange that they hadn’t burned us down already, as if they were waiting for something or someone! Until now, they had just been taunting us, teasing us, tormenting us! But why would they do it if they wanted to kill us?

His parents even bought him a personalized mech simulator so he could play Iron Spirit at home. Right now, the matchmaking finished finding an opponent for TheSeventhSnake. Curious, he checked his opponent's profile while the game loaded the battlefield. Wins / Losses / Draws: 307 / 276 / 0 Equipped Mech: Orion Inc. Excelsior EE-26 (Stock) Weight Classification: Heavy "A girl, eh? The Excelsior is a tough nut to crack."

A song of the Onyx Legion. Iron and bone. Blood and stone. We stand alone. I listened to the sound swelling in the night. It wasn't the sound of victims anymore. It was the sound of an army.

The Iron Bastion hummed in the sky, its spikes glowing with a frustrated energy. Malak stood over the melted goal, his iron armor smoking. He looked at Elara, then at Zane, who was standing tall despite his shattered obsidian skin. He saw the "Emotional Code" wasn't a weakness; it was a Binder. It was the glue that kept them from breaking when the pressure became plastic.

"We needed to see what's inside of them so we'll have more idea what we are fighting against. So we'll have an idea what weapons can be effectively used." We stood beside the body and my eyes widened a little at the state of his organs. They were bigger than normal and it looked inflamed. Like they will explode anytime soon. "As you can see, their organs are not of normal size nor do they function the same. Here, you can see that their blood has turned black because of the drugs they pumped them with. I won't show it to you, but his brain is also not normal. Unfortunately, these newborns are merely puppets created to kill their enemies. Like a programmed robot."