The Forge Plot Novels & Stories

It looked like a dead, charred cinder. Under the cover of the "Carbon-Shield," the Union began its most ambitious industrial project yet: the Forge of Defiance. If they were to survive the incoming fleet, they could no longer rely on the Great Engine Aethelgard as their only bastion. They needed to turn the entire planet into a weapon.

​ANG PAGBANGON NG PHOENIX SENTINEL ​Sa gitna ng labanan sa labas, ang forge ay biglang naglabas ng isang nakabubulag na puting liwanag. Ang mga pinto ng forge ay tumilapon, at mula rito ay lumabas ang bagong obra ni Liam.

Standing near the unlit central forge anvil was Elder Ruo, clad in his formal high-priest robes of woven white silk and gold thread, accompanied by High Warlord Xhen and Marcus, who was adjusting a complex array of portable energy-conduits connected to his wrist terminal. "The forge has been cold since the fall of the Ancient Dynasty, Empress," Elder Ruo spoke, his aging voice carrying deep reverent emotion as he gestured toward the colossal, three-story-high anvil carved from solid stellar-iron at the center of the platform. During the golden age our ancestors created dragons-armor, sky-fleet core drives and sovereign weapons in the Star-Forge. But the forge needs three primordial keys to l

"But you are the Architect. You have to finish the plan our mother started." "The list?" I gasped. "The list was a recipe for a new pack. One that doesn't need an Alpha or a Council." Lumi stepped out into the violet mist. "Come. The Forge is reaching its peak. If Silas takes the light now, the Moon will stay black forever." We moved through the cave. The granite walls were covered in ancient carvings—thousands of names etched into the stone. My mother’s name was there. Adaeze’s. And at the very end, a space that had been waiting for mine.

“I love you. I love Io. I don’t give a shit about whatever magic is messing with us. We already know what we are. And we’ll figure out how to fix this mess together.” Elder Raimey steps forward. “The remedy is simple. There are several at our disposal.” “After what happened with Nemora and Reeve, we did some research and found a few methods to approach this scenario.” Christobel crosses her slim arms, her normal, serene face returning. “Then what was all the fuss about?” I ask, deeply confused by everyone’s worry. “We weren’t sure how you were going to react,” Thane cuts in. “You’ve gone through a lot. And we weren’t sure if this was going to be…”

The Royal Forge was a cathedral of industry, a massive circular stone chamber at the base of the palace’s highest tower. For the final trial, the Council had gathered in the gallery above, looking down like spectators at a gladiator’s arena. At the center stood the Great Furnace, a beast of iron and brick that had birthed the crowns of kings for five hundred years. Julian stood before the hearth, his leather apron fastened tight. To his left sat Aris, acting as the "Overseer of the Materials" by ancient right—a position the Duke had fought to ensure.

Seraphina replied. Suddenly, the gold-shards crown over Kaelen’s head began to spin, creating a vortex of "Liquid Gold" that started to pull the boy toward the sky. "The Forge has initiated the 'Reclamation'!" Nyx screamed from the shadows, his Vanguard warriors being encased in white porcelain. Silas lunged for his son, but a wall of invisible, white glass slammed into his chest. From the center of the Forge above, a figure descended. It wasn't a creature of starlight or shadow. It was a man made of solid, polished silver—the "Lead Architect."

"And I am here to negotiate the final liquidation of the Thorne-Vance name." The leader of the Foundrymen, a massive man with a bionic eye and a soot-stained coat, looked down at me. "The name is worth nothing here, lady. We’re melting down the statues to make plowshares." "Then let me help you melt them," I said. "I have the codes to every automated forge in this city. I have the location of the deep-soil geothermal taps. And I have the only child who knows how to talk to the machines that are still sleeping under your feet."

I didn't run. I initiated the "Forge-Protocol"—a command I had hidden in the foundry’s main power-grid three hours ago. It wasn't a hack. It was a suicide note for the building. "Enzo, get to the casting pit!" I screamed. "The whole Yard is going to 'Red-Line'!" I sent the command. Every transformer in the thousand-acre facility began to draw maximum power. The sirens rose to a frequency that shattered the remaining skylights. The gas lines didn't just flare; they erupted.

Aisha and Yuuno saw the influx of life energy flowing from the stars themselves into the forge as if a great power was about to be born from inside the forge. The earth around the forge and the trees grew greatly as if they are drawn to the life force born within the forge the earth around the forge that once died from the heat was fully revitalized from the amount of energy that poured into it. On the last week of summer, the Elves of Priah were preparing to lead a large force to the south to aid the Ulthair from a demonic incursion. Aisha and the rest of the Heroes visited the forge of earthly flame as the doors opened for the first time in months.