Heavy Duty Metal Table Novels & Stories

Whatever that man meant, it clearly spelt danger. Inside a heliocentric room that had been plunged into near darkness by putting away almost every source of light , a large round table that had been specially constructed using the African blackwood, one of the densest and hardest wood in the world, was rightly positioned in the center of the room. A candle stand structured like the menorah was placed in the slight depression in the center of the table. Every seat round the table had been occupied by men dressed in black suits excluding one seat. All men rose to their feet as the sound of a footstep approached slowly. The oncoming man walked straight to the only seat that had not been occup

Chapter 138: The Council of the Unbound The iron table inside General Malvon’s captured command pavilion did not feature the smooth, polished grain of the Oakhaven redwood; it was a heavy slab of cold-rolled boiler plate, bolted down onto a frame of industrial steel pipes.

The Conclave chamber was a theater of power, designed to intimidate anyone who stepped within its obsidian walls. Vaulted ceilings arched high above, etched with constellations of long-dead wolves and their battles, the golden inlays gleaming under the soft burn of chandeliers. A massive circular table dominated the space, its surface a living map that pulsed with holographic overlays—territories shifting, red lines marking fractures, numbers ticking like a stock exchange of war.

Kerion interrupted and intervened. "Oh well, that's not a big deal. We could all have brunch" She grinned and practically skipped into the house. This old lady was forgetting we had another human here that didn't know about vampires. Ashley was still standing there looking shocked at how energetic Ann was when Kerion who had gone around back came back holding a very large table. He was at least pretending to find it heavy but it still was buyable seeing that the table was made from Mahogany and was heavy looking. He shouldn't be able to even lift it as an old man.

I nodded. He pushed it open. The room was large, larger than the building above it suggested was possible, which meant the space ran under more than one structure, and it was lit by overhead industrial lights that cast everything in a flat white. Jesus. The sheer power of this alone… There were eight tables running through the length of the entire room. Each one of them was covered in currency stacks that were being counted, banded, logged, and moved to cases along the wall by other people. I didn't think they saw me come in. Or maybe they did and saw I wasn't a fucking threat. I didn't know which was worse. The former or the latter.

He tips his head, after you. I step in with wide eyes. The lights come on one after the other until the whole place is illuminated. There’s a large rectangular table in the middle with leather chairs at the sides. A huge screen dominates the front wall. It feels different in here, the air filtered, drier, I sniff loudly trying to catch a scent, “what is it made of? Why can’t I hear anything?” Not the trees outside, or the wind, not even the birds. "Reinforced Steel encased in marble, it’s why you can’t hear anything”

Pagan agreed as he entered the large room. Cookie stood in the center of the room next to a small makeshift table made from plywood on a couple of sawhorses. The two men were dressed similarly in jeans, t-shirts and motorcycle boots. The difference was the light tan shirt with AAA Construction Company and the black shirt with MetalWorks on the back. Sitting at the table on a folding chair, was his Goth pinup girl with three large black curls on the top of her head. Her eyes were winged and had long thick lashes. Black lips smiled at him as she stood up.

There is one long metal table that runs across the entire back wall that's covered in a white tablecloth and has several hot plates lined across it that are full of food and to the side of that is some sort of storage unit that has plates, bowls, cutlery, napkins and a wide range of sauces and I watch as the members help their selves to the plates and food. Off to the other side of the table, there's another metal table but it's not as big as the one holding the food. This one has three coffee machines on it with condiments stacked at the side alongside cups and on the other side of the machine, there are bottles of water and energy drinks.

When he reached it, he sank onto his throne with the ease of one born to command destruction, a God of War settling into the weight of judgment itself. From a distance, Kade knelt at the execution table… his body broken, bloodied, and utterly vulnerable, a living testament to the wrath about to descend. … The execution table loomed like a monument to death. It was chopped from a single slab of black stone, polished yet rough, cold enough to steal the heat from any flesh that touched it. Jagged edges lined the surface, catching the sun in cruel glints that promised pain before death itself. At its head rose a crude wooden frame, scarred from past use, with iron clasps twisted and darkened wit

The warehouse in the back of Dante's workshop smelled of motor oil, cigarette smoke, and the acrid metallic scent of resting beasts. There were no luxurious chairs or bright lights; only wooden crates, stacked tires, and a solid metal table in the center, where the Leather Wolves' mark—a lupine skull crossed by two motorcycle handlebars—was burned into the surface. A single hanging bulb swayed from the ceiling, casting shadows that seemed to move on their own across the zinc walls.