The Iron Republic Novels & Stories

POV EMMA BELLE It emerged from the southern mist like a nightmare carved from a forgotten epoch. The Iron-Grave was a floating necropolis, miles wide, its architecture a grotesque fusion of fossilized behemoth bones and the same starlight-iron that powered our Spire. It didn't hum with electricity or resonance; it let out a low, tectonic moan that sounded like the earth itself was weeping.

He trudged to his destination with his right hand on his tummy. Thoughts of home almost made Silver want to curl up and end it all. The idea of eternal sleep seemed like a mother’s embrace to him. But no, revenge was what he needed. *** The Republic of Fortuna was founded after the dark ages to preserve the peace treaty. It is the place where people from different countries have come together to maintain peace between them by organizing a variety of fairs.

, Rey said. "One more thing, the land of Iron is heavily infused with Dark magic and it will affect more than just your powers. It will also affect your health if we are there for too long", Hyperion said. "How severe will it be?", Seraphina asked. "Not sure, you will be our specimens for it. But prepare yourself ", Hyperion said. "That isn't very comforting", Rey said as they begun their journey to the Land of iron. As Seraphina, Rey, and Hyperion rode toward the Land of Iron, the landscape changed. The air grew heavier, and the once vibrant villages and towns appeared deserted.

Mine was no more, nor less than his. “We crossed the waters and found ourselves in a new land, free of the troubles we left behind. It wasn’t easy, but we did it. Haakon found this land, high up on a ridge. The view of our promise lands we called it. “Haakon decreed that our new home would be free of hatred, greed, and all the other bad shit.” he paused to smile over everyone’s surprise at his use of a swear word. “He said we must remain strong in our beliefs. Strong like iron. Hence Ironridge was born. Whether he was truly Alpha, we will never know. But we believed in him, just as we believed in Ivan after him, and now, Gabriel.”

His eyes were fixed on the great oak doors, where three hybrid scouts were casually unloading heavy iron ingots brought up from the lower stores—ingots bearing no imperial stamp, no tax mark, and no Council seal. "He realizes the Council’s money is worthless up here," I murmured, taking a slow sip of hot pine-bark tea from my horn cup. The bitter, warm liquid cut through the stubborn taste of ash lingering in the back of my throat. "The imperial capital relies on the sulfur shipments to keep their foundries running. Now that the deep conduits are sealed and the forge is buried, their whole monetary system is collapsing under its own weight." "Then we set the price of iron," Killian growled s

They specialize in land trade and mail service In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing

"She thinks love and loyalty are inefficient. We are going to show her the flaw in her algorithm, Tristan. We are going to show her that a sword forged in fire is infinitely stronger than one forged in a spreadsheet." Tristan looked at their joined hands. The warmth of her skin drove back the phantom chill of the Void that constantly haunted his periphery. He turned his hand over, gripping hers tightly. "Tomorrow, we forge the sword," Tristan said, the Viper’s cold resolve returning to his voice, tempered now by the heavy iron of a crown. "We send envoys to the Free Cities. We formally declare the Iron-Port as the capital of the Sovereign Republic." "And then?" Saoirse asked, a fierce smile

I want…no I need to wrap myself in that delicious smell and crawl away so no one can find me. I leaned into him and inhaled and oh, goddess did he smell so good. I felt different. My head was fuzzy and my teeth felt funny in my mouth. He grunted when suddenly I sank my teeth into my neck and the sweet taste of metallic sang as it hit my tastebuds. I moaned in delight. I pulled him closer into me. His fingers pressed deep into my hips. I need to stop but it’s so good it tastes like Iron but it’s so damn good.

The Ironsmith's Mandate *** Chapter 3 *** “Flavio was cut out of a different cloth than us ordinary folk. He was, and I do not use this phrase lightly, a living legend, during his seven decades of life in this world.” – Mayor of San Luis Vicente, during his eulogy for Flavio San Vicente *** “Even if the inter-school is going on, I still have to keep you guys working at academics, somehow,” our math teacher said with a smile as Jaric and I walk into the classroom. “By the looks of things, you two took care of business.”

Barb cuts her short. "It is very shameful that you had to open your legs for some random guy and got yourself pregnant. What's more shameful is that your parents didn't even care, you are just a rich girl who couldn't afford to get protection" how she forgets so soon about her past. "Here you are hoping to blind my son with your face and sweet talk him into marrying you just to cover the fact that you are nothing but a cheap dirty little slut and frankly speaking you disgust me" Barb was not going easy on her one bit. She is the first person to ever speak to Summer this way.