Young Iron Man Novels & Stories

It springs open and standing there is a huge man with glowing eyes. Rainn put him well over six feet tall and broad shouldered with black hair, crystal blue eyes, and tanned skin. He looked at the two boys curiously and then reached his hand down to them. " It's ok boys, you can come out now," the man said. Rainn jumped up and tried to attack the man to save himself and his little brother. The man easily grabbed him by the arm and twisted him around.

Maybe that’s the reason why we both don’t see the door open. Maybe that’s the reason we don’t see the tiny person appearing from anywhere. And then the tiny person speaks. “Mommy, I can’t find ironman. He’s not on the bed.” My ears ring, my vision blurs and it—this child, this ‘mommy’ calling creature doesn’t stop speaking or moving. He moves from behind River, he comes to pull River’s dress by the side. “Mommy! Ironman!” A red haze crawls into my vision as I taste the lawless violence in my mouth.

Yin, with her hands still akimbo, narrowed her eyes at the newcomer. He was a simple-looking man no older than his thirties, wearing a white robe with a crest of some sort of organization on the sleeves. "And, who might you be?" The man was startled to see a young girl speaking so flippantly while surrounded by carnage. She looked injured, but her expression was way too calm it's eerie. If it were him, he would be puking. Wait, he was actually puking right now.

He was in his late twenties, broad-shouldered and muscled from years of hard labor and combat, with tousled dark hair, a stubbled jaw, and stormy blue eyes that defied her even now. His shirt had been torn away during capture, revealing a chiseled chest marked with fresh bruises and old scars. Iron manacles bound his wrists above his head, forcing his arms to stretch, while his ankles were shackled to the floor, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. He glared at her, his jaw clenched, but Elara could see the flicker of heat in his gaze as it roamed over her body.

Anika - Female protagonist Advay - Anika's brother Anandhi - Anika's mom Saravanan - Anika's dad Nithya - Anika's friend Now for the HERO introduction! Yay! Peep! Peep! Our hero's name is Arjun! Yes, powerful as that. He is born to win. Just like Arjunan in Mahabharatham, he is very keen on his target and never misses his victory. He is 29years old 6feet tall and a guy who never misses to hit the gym. He has a face that will charm any girl. He is the most terrified in his business. No one has ever seen him smile except for his family members and his friends. He doesn't have many friends because he is not an outgoing person. He is a man who likes to keep things to himself. He has trust issues

“Yeah I still remember I went to your house some time ago. I played the video games and watched Ironman movie with you and my lil’ brother,” Liam being the chatty boy, talks to Luca with a palm forwarded to the front, imitating Ironman’s signature move. He is casually dressed in a pair of jeans and black t-shirt, making me wonder where his coat is. I mean, this is winter, in New York. Do you know how harsh winter in New York is?

"Oh, wait. Iron Man's fake and isn't fucking here." 'She should stop looking at other men altogether. There's nothing special about this guy in the first place.' I almost smiled. Almost. His dramatics were hilarious, but Katy's voice echoed in my brain: You've got a bad habit of beaming at him. She was right. Every smile was a crack in my mask. A dead giveaway. So instead, I sucked my teeth. "I guess you could argue Iron Man is a knock-off Batman." Victor threw up his hands like I'd just blessed him. "That's what I'm saying!"

Yohan proudly exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “Yes... Yohan, close your eyes!” Mrs. Moorsum suddenly exclaimed. Being startled by her, Yohan covered his eyes with his hands immediately and asked, “What’s wrong, Mrs. Moorsum?” “Well... Nothing. It’s just that... There is some scene not suitable for children to watch,” Mrs. Moorsum responded. “I know that. Uncle Eric told me before that children can’t watch it when Iron Man is transforming. Mrs. Moorsum, is Dad transforming into a superhero?”

I ask, trying to make a conversation with this little guy who looks like me when I was younger. "Yes! He can fly and he has this amazing suit on him that he made it himself. He defeats bad people and he saves the city. I really love Ironman. See? My shirt is Ironman too." He shows off his shirt and he looked so proud of his favorite superhero. I smile at him and how adorable she looked. "Wow! Your shirt is very nice, bud. But how about Superman?" "I like him as well. I actually like all the superheroes because they're the good guys but I really really love Ironman the most. Tony Stark is super cool."

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.