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An Iron Weapon

Georgiabean0623

Reads 428
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Time 2h 5m

Reads 428
Votes 46
Parts 18
Time 2h 5m

Georgiabean0623

Mature

9 new parts

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Book 2 of The IronBlood Saga

Power is no longer something she survives.

Drawn into a realm of shadow, starlight, and ancient magic, she must learn what it truly means to exist between worlds-and what it costs to be shaped into something others fear. As old forces stir and alliances blur, the line between protection and destruction grows dangerously thin.

She is no longer just a witness to war.
She is being forged for it.

In a court where secrets are currency and strength is measured in sacrifice, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: some weapons are not wielded.

They are made.All Rights Reserved

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Series

Last Queen

Season 1
78 parts
Season 2
18 parts

Table of contents

18 parts

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The Elevated by Sweet133

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

Sound of silence by elizabethmae100

under editing Feyres twin sister, dragged into the fae world, finding herself caught in her sisters mess she attempts to help fix everything if she can. Meeting Rhysand under the mountain saves the twins life and Althea may just find her voice again among the inner circle. But will the caldron and mother ever be kind to the twins or will mountains of obstacles pile in there way of happiness. Azriel X oc

The Wing Masseuse by thetrainduck

Azriel, the great shadow singer, has an Illyrian female in his apartment... what will happen when Loraina meets the rest of the Inner Circle? This is based after acowar and acofas, its just a little side story of the Inner Circles adventure making a new friend. Swearing is included so sorry bout that.

Ashes of the Chosen by missxxenia

In a world where dragons choose their riders and survival is a blood-soaked privilege, Rose Sorrengail was never meant to live in the shadows. But when duty, power, and rebellion collide at Basgiath War College, she finds herself in the crosshairs of enemies, legacy, and one dangerously watchful pair of onyx eyes. With her sister at her side and blades in her hands, Rose is done surviving. It's time she rewrites what it means to be chosen-and what it costs to burn the world that made her. (okay yes i did a mistake in the writen..its supposed to be written my bad chat and the author to be missxxenia my fault again chat i will do the correction later)

The Goddess and Her Dragons by HawksEye99

Khalida Nisha Sorrengail is her human name...her goddess name is Arina having been the goddess of war and the First person to ever become a rider she was forgotten after she helped banish the Venin the first time. She was reborn as a daughter of Lilith Sorrengail as soon as she turned 8 years old and heard of the rebellion she became aware of her real identity. She watched her human older sister Mira become a rider and her older brother die. now it's Time for her to go with Violet to Bagswaith War collage where she can only hope her dragons are still alive and she can find them again. Rowan Lufian Riorson is the youngest Riorson his father fen Riorson was excuted in front of him and all of the marked ones now he carries a rebellion relic as does his brother Xaden. He wants revenge on the Sorrengails but that changes after he meets Khalida. He's a second year at Bagswaith War collage.

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𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 | 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓶𝓹𝔂𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 by AlphaSheWolf07

𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓹𝔂𝓻 was never meant to survive. A halfbreed abomination. Her mother never even believed she could get pregnant until she suddenly was. Without the father's knowledge, the Vespyr mother left her daughter in the outer edge of the Vale to die. But 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓹𝔂𝓻 was stronger than she knew. After the mother left, an old dragon - older and larger than the most recognizable dragon, Codagh - found her and raised her as his own. An abomination raised by dragons. The dragon's daughter. But her existence was not a secret for long after a green dragon named Teine became aware that she was living in the Vale. And at the tender age of twelve, the second oldest Sorrengail swept her from the Vale and to her home at Basgiath. An abomination raised Sorrengail, raised along-side Violet at the wishes and bribing of Mira - Morana's one and only mother. But General Sorrengail knows something about her no one knows; the tainted blood that runs through her veins. So when Violet is forced to enter the Rider's quadrant at the age of twenty, nineteen-year-old 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓹𝔂𝓻 is also conscripted against her will as a means to hopefully kill her off. But the Generals and King Tauri are unaware of one crucial fact, she already has a dragon that would stop at nothing to keep her alive.

Under the Stars and the Storm | Nyx Archeron x OC by rmjulich

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Beneath the Ash by LucyAbyigail

Rheanyra Silvarra has always known what it means to survive. Born to a disgraced noble house and branded a rebellion relic before she could walk, she's spent her life training in the shadows, carrying the ghosts of Aretia and the weight of a past no one dares speak of. At Basgiath War College, she's not just another first-year crossing the Parapet-she's a threat. And everyone knows it. Especially Xaden Riorson. They've known each other too long, fought side by side in silence, and now face each other across squad lines with carefully constructed masks. Their hatred is a language only they speak-a shield against the danger of letting anyone too close. Because walls are safer than attachments. Safer than hope. Thrown into Fourth Wing under Xaden's command, Nyra finds herself surrounded by enemies, allies she doesn't trust, and a squad that's as fractured as her heart. With every glance, Xaden dares her to fall back. With every order, he reminds her who holds power. But she didn't survive the slaughter of Aretia to be silenced. As dragons descend and the deadly crucible of Basgiath begins, Nyra must face not only the dangers of Threshing and the brutal hierarchy of the Riders Quadrant, but the truth she's buried for years. Because war is coming. Secrets are stirring. And for rebellion kids like Nyra and Xaden? Survival was only the beginning. XadenXoc

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The Elevated

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