Can Korra Metal Bend Novels & Stories

The silver explodes from me in a violent surge of energy, slamming into the bars with a force that shakes the entire prison. A deafening crack echoes through the chamber. The steel warps, bends— Then shatters. A gust of power rips through the air, sending dust and debris flying. And then— Silence. The bars are gone. The prison is open. Korra doesn’t move. She just stands there, staring at the broken remains of the cell, her breath uneven. Then— Her eyes snap to me. And before I can react— She moves. One second she’s across the cell. The next—

“Yes! Why wouldn’t I?” King Harvey laughs. “They are not very big.” “That doesn’t matter! It will be beautiful! Can I use my luna powers to bend metal?” King Harvey takes my hand and slices another piece of silver metal for me. “Here, Elena. Focus on the center of this strip and activate your powers. It will eventually bend.” King Harvey holds onto a spare scrap of silver metal, and I watch as he grips it, his knuckles glowing a soft red. When he releases the metal, it has the indents of his knuckles, making it jagged.

The metal had eaten the earthquake, and it was holding it in reserve. "A perfect kinetic sink," Elara whispered, staring at the ingot in absolute awe. "It drank the voltage. Jace, a Leviathan could drop a skyscraper on this metal, and it wouldn't even scratch the paint." Corren climbed down from the control deck, walking up to the crucible and poking the ingot with a heavy iron wrench. The wrench didn't clink. The sound was just sucked away. "It's incredible," Corren muttered. "But what are we casting it into? Torin’s Vanguard could use armor like this. But it’s only enough metal to forge one set."

Saoirse understood instantly. She turned to Tristan. "The armor," she said fast, her mind racing. "It’s Aether-forged alloy. Indestructible." "Everything breaks," Tristan said, wiping blood from his nose. "Not by force," Saoirse said. "Physics. If we heat it up rapidly..." "...and then flash freeze it," Tristan finished, his eyes lighting up with understanding. "The metal becomes brittle. It cracks." "My mother brings the ice," Saoirse said, touching the Dragon Charm at her throat. "I bring the fire."

The leader of the mob, fueled by adrenaline and Tindo's brainwashing, let out a war cry and swung a panga at Baraka’s neck. Baraka didn't flinch. As the blade made contact with his skin, his body executed a micro-adaptation. The flesh on his neck instantaneously hardened into a localized patch of dense, carbon-metallic alloy. The panga struck the armor and shattered, the steel blade breaking into three pieces that spun uselessly away into the dark. The leader stumbled back, staring at his broken weapon handle in sheer disbelief. Baraka took a single, heavy step forward. He stomped his boot into the dirt road and released a controlled burst of kinetic energy downward.

An eerie tone comes from the shadows. "Who's there?" "What is your name?" "Why the fuck would I tell you that?" For all I know, humans don't act this way. While humans and benders look the same in the absence of their bending, trust me, I can still identify a human. "I'm much stronger than you. I have tried to bend the metal. It wouldn't bulge. A human cannot do any better." A woman dips her face into the ray of light, giving me a glimpse. She's beautiful—strange because she lacks nutrients. She has no fat on her face and the skin is dirty. Her light blonde hair is matted.

When he looked at her again, blood was smeared across his face, but his expression was almost pleased. "There it is," he said, his voice nasally from the broken nose. "There's the fire." He stepped closer, ignoring the heat still radiating faintly from her skin. "You felt it, didn't you?" Callie glared at him, breathing hard. "Let me go." "The chains won't let it happen," Korran continued like she hadn't spoken. "They're spelled iron, little wolf. Forged specifically to dampen supernatural abilities.

I warned, though I had no way to enforce it. "Or what? You'll transform? Lose control? Become the monster everyone fears?" Kira laughed. "I've been watching you. Studying you. You're fascinating. All that power, and you're too afraid to use it." She walked to the cell door. Gripped the silver reinforced bars with bare hands. The metal should have burned her, but it didn't. She twisted, and the bars bent like clay. "Impossible," Zara breathed. "Silver doesn't work on you?"

Violet begged. “Not a chance. I understand you have been alone for so long, but I am not giving up until I release you.” I pledged to her, keeping my voice firm so she would know how serious I was. Ignoring the defeat in her eyes, since it was a distraction, I got to work on the cage. After another five hours, I felt like I was making headway, although it wasn’t much. I realized in the past few hours that the metal itself was steel, which I should be able to bend if it weren’t for the fact it was infused with magic.

Every instruction repeated the same warning. Restraint. Restraint. Restraint. Apparently the Cantari who had written this had learned the hard way. But the next section caught my attention even more. Hemokinesis often appears alongside a secondary affinity. I leaned closer to the page. Metal manipulation. I blinked. Metal? The explanation followed immediately. Blood contains iron. Those capable of manipulating blood frequently demonstrate a secondary ability to influence other iron-based materials. My thoughts raced. Metal. Weapons. Tools. My gaze drifted briefly toward the forge down the street.