The Steel Man Novels & Stories

Steel was taken unawares but regained himself and began to defend himself. Since the women weren't moved to safety yet, it would be dangerous if either of them shifted in the pack house. Xena explained the situation to Rieka and she knew she had to do something. The two men fought fiercely and when Blaze realized that Steel was too strong in human form, he tried to shift because that was where he had dominance. Unfortunately, a red light flashed in his eyes, everything turned dark. Steel's nails elongated as he slashed his throat, choking him to death. He pulled the body towards the entrance and before he stepped out, worry nudged him as he saw Amanda walking towards him with a wicked smile.

The nipple was erect from the slightly cool, damp atmosphere inside the warehouse. Standing over the girl was Michael's target. It looked like a man, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a brown sweater. The hair was dark and long. But, Michael knew that this was no man. Perhaps it once had been. Now, it was a vampire. The vampire kneeled down and reached for the woman's head. As the creature cradled her head in his hands, Steel eased the katana sword from its carry position across his back. He clutched it tightly in his left hand, holding the sheath near its top. His highly trained senses strained outward, feeling the vampire's mind with his own.

Even though I completely despised the two unknown, I hated myself for being so weak, and could do nothing to stop them. Getting up from my level, the first masked man spat out again, before finally moving to Mrs. Steel. Glancing at her life machine with a grin, he nodded his head, before looking into her widely opened eyes. "The famous fashion diva, Rosie Steel" His voice low, he mocked, as the other masked man scoffed out. "I want to be like master, completely ruthless. I want to spare no one" The other one sang praises to the mastermind that I didn't know. Still, I already hated that bastard so fucking much.

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!’

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!’

They both stood in the middle of the room with their gazes on the spacious floor. A few seconds later, voices followed by loud laughter could be heard from the large stairs at one side of the room. A dark, averaged looking man in his sixties appeared on the stairs, making a phone call as he walked down the stairs slowly with the aid of a walking stick. He was no other man than the ruthless billionaire, Mateo Steel.

At the center stood a reinforced console, its screens flashing with lines of code. “Looks like we found Elena’s contingency plan,” Drake said, his eyes scanning the room. Suddenly, the sound of clapping filled the air. A man stepped out from the shadows, flanked by a group of armed guards. “Well, well,” the man said, his voice smooth and mocking. “You’ve made it to the heart of the beast. Congratulations.” “Who are you?” Damian demanded, his gun trained on the newcomer. “Just someone who believes in Elena’s vision,” the man replied. “And someone who’s not going to let you undo her work.”

Nothing was more terrifying than the things your brain could conjure up by the fear of the unknown… “Cracker is MY woman,” Steel said, his voice not giving away any of his emotions as his face remained expressionless. “That’s all you need to know.” He gripped the man’s hand, who now was cursing loudly and fighting to get away – futilely, I might add. “If you talk, I’ll kill you faster, but you will suffer a lot first no matter what you do.” He continued, looking the man in the eyes. “And I really want you to suffer so please! Don’t talk!” He ripped out a fingernail and the man howled in agony. Knives walked over, placing himself in a way, where Liam could see him, and he began taunting both

My mind kept going back to him. How composed he was at first. And then how easily I shook that composure. That straight mask. Aaron Greyman. what do I do with you ? _ I stood facing the cracked mirror in the men's washroom. There was nothing like shaving cream here, so you have to be really careful when cleaning up, else you want to end up with a cut. Or worse.... A bleeding mess. I usually stall before cleaning up, because there's lesser people by then. I was still carefully cutting, when a sharp voice pierced through the room. "Everybody out! Now!"

I said, pushing off the wall and strolling closer, “you need my jokes now more than ever. Otherwise, you’re gonna brood yourself into an early grave and trust me, no one wants to explain that cause of death at your funeral.” I pitched my voice dramatic: “Here lies Steel, survived bullets, blades, and betrayal… but couldn’t survive a dry spell.” Steel groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “Little bit, yeah.” I grinned, dropping into the chair across from him. “So, what’s the plan? Cold showers? Meditation? Or are you just gonna glower at the ceiling for three months and hope your self-control doesn’t snap?” He ignored me, which was as good as admitting he di