Steel And Flesh Novels & Stories

Steel followed me over the edge with a roar of his own, gripping my legs so tightly, I was sure they’d bruise… I threw my head back, panting as I rested against his chest. I could feel Steel’s heartbeat against my back, and I was pretty sure he could feel mine as well. His grip on my knees loosened, and I could put them down again. His cock remained hard inside of me, still twitching from coming. And with every delicious twitch, it sent an electric shock up my spine, sending waves of small orgasms through my body. “You OK?” Steel asked, brushing away my hair and kissing the side of my neck. I murmured my response, nodding. Why on earth he was shy when he could rock a girl’s world like that w

My breath caught, I didn’t even know he had it. He stepped between us and the creature. His shoulders tense, every muscle coiled. The taller man chuckled. Soft, empty. “Steel won’t hold it.” Ethan ignored him. “Get him out of here, Sophia. Run.” “I’m not leaving you.” “You don’t have a choice!” His voice broke for the first time. The creature lunged. Ethan met it with the blade. Metal clanged, not like flesh, not like bone. Like striking something hollow. The thing shrieked. High-pitched, rattling through the trees. Birds burst up, wings crashing.

The Virelli estate sat on the edge of the city like a fortress—stone walls, iron gates, and windows that never let in enough light. Inside, everything gleamed with power: polished floors, imported art, and silence so thick it felt like a warning. Dante Virelli stood in his father’s study, staring at the ledger open on the desk. Names. Numbers. Deals. Debts. Every page was a record of control. Of blood. He hated it.

The liquid fire clung, unsatisfiable, crawling over steel, flesh, and bone… devouring everything in its path with merciless hunger. Warriors howled in terror, the sound raw and wild, clawing at the edges of sanity itself. Some died instantly… bodies collapsing as lava burned straight through shield, armor, muscle, bone, and into the ground beneath them, fusing flesh to stone in grotesque silhouettes. Others lived just long enough to understand what was happening.

Steve laid on the ground, his limbs twitching slightly. Kendrick's sword not only split open his flesh and blood but heavily slammed his body and shattered an unknown number of bones. Consequently, it was hard for Steve to stand in such a short time. Moreover, the ground beneath Steve also split and collapsed, and in that piece of gravel, dazzling jewels kept shining. Even Steve's body was almost engulfed by the glowing treasures.

The man had achieved steelification that turned his body harder than steel. It was difficult for a master like Keagan to break the man’s skin! On the other hand, a person who could achieve this state in the martial arts world was known as a ‘steel fighter’. Steel fighters were outrageously terrifying because they had skin hard as bronze and bones as hard as iron. ‘If I were to know that such a terrifying powerhouse was coming to kill Hendrick from the start, I wouldn’t have agreed to come here. ‘I’m going to get myself killed!’

I moan, my body opening helplessly, slick and already spilling for him. My friend just died and my body still betrays me. My body still let's him do this to me. I feel so ashamed. I feel dirty. I feel like a monster, trying to ease my own torturous heart, when my friend just died in there. When those other girls are probably dead. His tongue plunges, soaks my juices, while two fingers drive inside me. My legs fall open. My hips buck. I grind into him, recoil, press back again. Each movement shooting heat through me.

Someone was out here. Then she saw the leather patches glinting in the beams. Her stomach dropped. A steel snake coiled around a crimson heart. Steel Vipers. She had heard the stories… ruthless, organized, dangerous men who ruled the roads on their own terms, and no one got in their way. Before she could react further, lights flashed ahead. A white van fishtailed across the road, tires squealing. Doors burst open. Two masked men jumped out, dragging a third biker onto the asphalt. Shouts cut the desert silence.

My chest caught every breath. My lip was split. I wasn't new to this. It wasn't my first time to be beaten. And it sure as hell wasn't my first time being here. But this was the first time Aaron was being the one to pass judgement. I sucked on the split. My lip burner as I tasted iron. Minutes passed. Hours even. I had no idea. It's hard to tell when the lights never changed. That was the point. Break the body. Then the mind. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes.

His eyes remained just as cold and ruthless as before. Shane was a ruthless man himself, but Joseph was even more ruthless. For most of his life, Shane had enjoyed a comfortable life beside Owen. Even the hardships of martial arts training had been nothing more than sweat and hard work. This situation was completely different. Shane had killed people before, and it wasn't more than once. Those experiences had made him harsher, but he had never endured prolonged physical suffering like this. After holding out for a while, he finally felt his strength draining away. He struggled to catch his breath and was forced to admit that age was catching up with him.