Heavy Duty Metal Table Novels & Stories

EDAL The heavy iron doors were shut, locking out the noise of the construction crews in the lower corridors. A large blueprint of Haven’s outer defenses lay spread across the center table. Korr, Rylan, and Ezra stood around the edges, their faces illuminated by the harsh overhead lamps. I stood at the head of the table. My fingers pressed hard against the iron frame. The weight in my stomach hadn't gone away. It wasn't the pain from Vex’s hybrid claw—it was the cold, hollow truth that had been rotting inside me for months.

The light from Damon's eyes vanished above her like an orange spark that was quickly put out by the rising tide of deep-tier ink. When her heels hit the ground there was no splash. She was standing on a circular table made of solid blue stone that sat in the center of the fifth tier. The air was heavy, damp and smelled of copper and chemicals. Above her, the white quartz mountain had closed its opening, leaving a faint green line on the ceiling to show where the High Courts vanguard had tried to drive their stake. The hand that held her wrist did not disappear. The liquid blue ink of its structure remained thick and firm, its surface so strong that it did not leave any stain on her skin. It

The table was red in color, maybe to indicate the difficulty of handling the weapons. The ones placed on a yellow fabric were scythes of various designs and lengths, which were also accompanied with daggers, lengthy swords, and some metal chain that has a heavy, pointed iron on its edge. The table that was tinted with a blue hue was filled with sorcerer's items and talismans, which I would probably not be able to use as I don't have those types of powers that can manipulate magic at will. "These are all interesting," I whispered to myself. Although there was actually a certain weapon that caught my attention, and it was none other than the scarlet scythe on the yellow table.

"It's for the twins whenever they come here, isn't it?" "I promised to give my children the best, I'm only fulfilling my promise. There's more to come though. Come with me." He takes her towards a glass office at the end of the hall, right after a well equipped secretary table. He pushes open the door and they go inside together. There is a medium large thick and polished to shining wood table in the middle. "It's made of Oak. Very very reliable." "I trust you, I didn't even need to ask." She mutters right back as she runs her hand over the table. She runs her hand over the leader swivel chair that compliments it as well. "What's this bulge here?"

​The boardroom of Cole Industries was a monument to quiet power. Polished black marble, floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a dizzying view of the city, and a single, immense mahogany table. It was designed to intimidate, to remind every visitor exactly whose territory they were on.

The heavy tungsten blast doors sealed shut behind us with a resounding, metallic clank, cutting off the roar of the battlefield. Inside the Thermal-Sync Hub, there was no silence. There was only a deep, bone-rattling vibration. We were standing in the epicenter of the six Prime Forges, and the sheer mechanical violence of drilling into the earth's mantle reverberated through the blackened durasteel floorplates. "It's an oven in here," Dax grunted, wiping sweat from his forehead. He kept his Phase-Knife raised, moving point down the narrow, claustrophobic corridor.

Melodias Bluemoon Here I am now sitting beside the woman in black, frowning because she had the audacity to ruin my table top. This mahogany table came from the Southern Kingdom, made by the most skilled craftsman. The Bluemoon crest was carved skillfully in the middle of the table. Now the crest looked like something that came out of a horror movie. “This coffee tastes good.” She said with a smile, as if minutes ago she wasn’t trying to take my life. “Thanks.”

The air was heavy with the combined scents of patchouli, sandalwood, and something faintly metallic, a subtle reminder of the precision and power that seemed to permeate the house. Fahad, the attendant who had appeared silently at his side, led him past the main hall into a lounge where low leather couches hugged an enormous table. The table’s circular top was supported by a ring of carved water buffalo, their horns curving elegantly to hold the glass above, a feat of craftsmanship that made Danny pause in admiration.