Steel And Flesh Novels & Stories

And gods— It’s smiling. Its skin glows with lines of molten gold, like veins carved by a blade dipped in fire. Its eyes—empty pits of light—lock on mine. “You run well, mortal,” it says, voice like metal tearing, like a gate ripped from its hinges. And when it moves, the air burns. I draw steel. Even though I know— Steel won’t save me. Not from this. Not from her. But my hands move anyway. Out of habit. Out of hate. Out of the last scraps of a vow I can’t seem to kill.

Instincts rooted themselves deep. The beast was back. Scarred, older, but whole. Not divine. Not feral. Just real. Pain followed. Real, mortal pain - tearing through nerve and bone. His body returned in pieces. Lungs seized. Muscles clenched. Blood surged. Skin stretched over reformed flesh. Every inch screamed. The world reassembled itself in sensation: stone beneath him, damp and cold. The tang of iron on his tongue. Nyxar gasped. One breath. Then another.

Sameed, the one who was hailed as the Emperor of Cruelty, smashed into the steel fence around the stage. The impact of the blow was so strong that the barrier put in place to protect the spectators at the forefront dented slightly when he crushed into it. This also showed that the Cruel Emperor’s body was as tough as steel itself.

Knowing that my life was secure, I was willing to risk anything else to get out of here. I gave her my arm and then she began her incantations. “Summon summon, the dark demons of death and decay, preserve this flesh and let it stay. Summon, summon the greedy god who lust for blood, connect ye now this pound of flesh to us!” I kept wondering why she kept talking about flesh when without warning, she used one of the stone daggers to slice a pound of flesh clean off from my arm. The pain cut into me deeply as blood began to pour from my skinned flesh. I gnashed my teeth and a low growl escaped my throat.

The steel color of 62 the hair on his head darkened to pewter as the water soaked it, tempting her to curl her fingers into it. The slickness of the water defined the sharp cut of muscles everywhere on his body. A Greek god would take a backseat to this man. But then thinking disappeared, replaced by ravaging need and desire and shutting down her brain. "Here. Let me."

It’s part of my mutation, a little price to pay for possessing the indestructible features of steel. I feel sickened with myself for not looking away, I just can’t tear off my eyes from her. She is the thinnest woman I have ever seen. Shit! I can even count her ribs. Bruises at different stages of healing, tell her story, which I know very well. “Maybe I can lick them to heal fast,” Titan links with me. Now the bastard he wants to talk. “Shut the fuck up.” I link back and focus on the fragile woman in my arms.

I know if he was seeing this he can definitely be amazed by them, like what I can see and feel now. "What the?" Vanessa whispered. It's lucky that we are a bit far from that group. I think there is no one of them having a powerful sense of hearing. "What is happening? Why do they look like chicken bones?" I can't help but smile because of what she said. I looked at them once again, their bodies were burnt, and the flesh can literally be seen. They also became tall, their faces looked like skulls. Scary but it's so cool. "Demons, maybe," Steel said.

It’s alive. The sound of steel on steel, the thud of bodies hitting the packed earth, the sound of men grunting and cursing, it all rises in a wave of raw, unfiltered aggression. The air smells of sweat, blood, and cold iron. And in the center of it all, is Alexei.

The ground was littered with dismembered body parts, and it appeared that the tide of battle was turning in their favour. "Huh? What's happening?" the beastmen murmured among themselves, stepping back cautiously. Pandora advanced with her sword held steady by her side. Her brow was furrowed, jaws clenched in frustration, as the rotting limbs writhed and crawled, trying to reassemble themselves. The corpses began to merge, forming a grotesque and towering amalgamation, piecing together limbs and torsos in disturbing structures until they learned to move in unison.

I know if he was seeing this he can definitely be amazed by them, like what I can see and feel now. "What the?" Vanessa whispered. It's lucky that we are a bit far from that group. I think there is no one of them having a powerful sense of hearing. "What is happening? Why do they look like chicken bones?" I can't help but smile because of what she said. I looked at them once again, their bodies were burnt, and the flesh can literally be seen. They also became tall, their faces looked like skulls. Scary but it's so cool. "Demons, maybe," Steel said.