Soul Of Iron Golem Novels & Stories

"If you fight Vane at the Iron Pass with brute force, your pack will be wiped out. War-golems are made of dark enchanted granite. Swords and spears will just shatter against their chests, and your wolves will be slaughtered in the bottleneck." Kieran paused, looking up from the map table near the wall. "She's right. Imperial war-golems are powered by core-stones forged in the High Council's shadow-vaults. Normal physical attacks only chip their armor. Unless you destroy the core-stone inside their chests, they keep moving." "And what powers a shadow core-stone?" I asked, my hazel eyes flashing with a sudden, dangerous golden spark. Helena’s breath hitched in her throat as she stepped forward

“Dad, please! Let me out! I’m scared!” His voice through the door was ice. “You need to learn, boy. You can’t be a successful man like your father with that soft heart. You’ll ruin the family name. Stay there until you learn.” And indeed I learned. No attachments. No feelings. The Ghost was born that night. But Scott had cracked everything open. And now he wants to leave? Hell no! The lion is awake. I couldn’t sleep. The office was empty. I locked my door, sat back in my chair, and let the memories flood me. Scott’s body under me. His moans when I bred him deep. The way he begged “Sir, please” while I fucked him raw.

She scrambled backward until her spine hit the wall, her silver eyes fixed on me with the look of someone who had just stared into something they would never forget. “We have to hurry,” I repeated, turning toward the descending tunnel. “Wait!” Melody's voice chased us. “There are golems at the bottom. Two of them. Strong. They guard the entrance to the ritual chamber.” I was already running. “Of course it would be golems.” Cain's growl echoed against the stone as he kept pace beside me. The tunnel was steep now, carved in rough steps that descended in a tight spiral. Our boots struck the stone in rapid succession, the sound bouncing off the walls in a staccato rhythm. “They're immune to fire

"You control us all Kerik. You control every being in the universe." The bulky dummy was the first to face my wrath. I stared deep into his soul and found that it wasn't in his control anymore. The devil had taken their souls. The so-called keepers had traded it for wealth and power. He was an easy target. He had nothing left to fight for him. Poor thing. "What are you doing to him?" The boss called out in terror. I saw the air seized around him. "Help!" The bulky one cried out in panic. "What are you doing? All of you, get her!"

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm. “What the f#ck is Ghost Mode?” Mark asked with a slight raspy irritation in his gravelly voice. “Ghost Mode is a feature that will allow you to become untouchable, but only for five seconds,” Irena explained. “After pressing the button, the suit sends out a magnetic pulse that will disrupt the electrical charges between the atoms in your body, making you a spirit for only a few seconds. You’ll be able to walk through walls or walk through punches, but only for five seconds. And you’ll only be able to use the Ghost Mode feature twice.”

"He'll follow me." "I know." Brianna nodded. "Your Divine grace and your personal bond with him, the emotional weight of it, that's exactly what might help him recognise you in there. The land of shattered souls isn't a physical place. It responds to connection. To memory. To what people meant to each other." She hesitated,. "His fragments will be anchored to the strongest emotional ties he had. You're one of them." I didn't know what to do with that, so I filed it away and kept moving.

Then we heard it. Grinding. Metallic. Like chains on stone. I yanked Ronan’s arm and dragged him behind a log sprouting more moss than bark just as the first corrupted construct stumbled out of the trees. “Golem,” Ronan growled, sliding down to the ground next to me. “A hell golem,” I said, raising my head to study the runes burned into its armor. “Dragonsteel shell. Interregnum forged.” It lumbered forward on reanimated joints like a corpse trying to remember it used to be alive. Jarring. Artificial. Slow. For a creation.

he firmly said, but there is a longing in his eyes and sadness clouded his features. Here I am depressed over a day without Aria by my side and yet Yang spent two centuries away from Yin. He's been worried sick about her and missing her badly. It took him this long to finally rescue her. "Enough with the drama and tell us what we are dealing with in Death Valley?" Hiro finally said something sensible. "The Death Valley is filled with a golem that is controlled by a powerful witch," he seriously said. "I've heard about the golems before from the underworld. They are usually made out of clay or mud and very strong," I shared the information I've learned from the underworld.

If they could destroy it, they could cripple the Council’s forces, weaken their grip on the land. But the Keystone wasn’t undefended. The moment they stepped into the chamber, the floor beneath them trembled. A massive figure appeared from the shadows, towering above them. It was a golem, a creature made of stone and magic, its eyes glowing with the same eerie light as the runes on the walls. “Stay back,” Caelum warned, his silver blade flicking to his side. He raised his hand, and for a moment, the golem paused, as if sensing something.