There flows no soft blood here."You are the KMS Whittman a Roon Class heavy cruiser who serves the Crimson Axis Alliance with mind, body, and soul, without question. But what would happen if you had come out of coma after sustaining heavy damages after a battle with the USS Enterprise and HMS Warspite? Your mission: Hunt all who stand between Ironblood and its destiny "My blood oil, my flesh & bones black steel, my mind is content with what the world intended me to be." (Warning this story has an evolving character that will develop with the story, please be patient with the story) (Just as a reminder: I do not own any of the characters from the original game or show. This is clearly made for fun. All rights to characters from the original show or game belong to Yostar.)

"How long has it been since I was an operator, to be honest I couldn't tell you. Though let me say this is it enough to be vilified, maybe, but I have a job to do and nothing will stop me from finishing what has been started." Any character belonging to the mobile ARKNIGHTS are not my own and are the intellectual property of yostar, supermontagne, and hypergryph.

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .