Heavy Duty Metal Table Novels & Stories

Frederick made his way underground quickly. He descended into a room with walls made entirely of strange metals that were as strong as Mid-Level Artefacts. The underground bunker was largely empty. For the only things in the room were a set of pitch black armor coupled with a slender sword and large screen that was embedded in a section of the wall. Before the screen was a comfortable looking chair and some wires.

There were machines. Row upon row of massive, complex metallic structures filled the cavern. They looked like precursors to the brass automatons we had fought, but they were sleeker, darker, and forged from an unknown, indestructible black metal. Thick cables ran across the ceiling, pulsing with dormant, trapped geothermal energy. "By the First Kings," I breathed, walking slowly past a massive, skeletal frame of a mechanical beast. "This is not an armory. This is a laboratory." "A factory," Ashren corrected, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. He walked over to a colossal stone table in the center of the room. The table was covered in enormous, perfectly preserved parchment blueprints.

Their gazes were cold and sharp, scanning every movement. Any unfamiliar face would be eliminated without hesitation. The air itself felt heavy with tension and violence. The meeting room's dome arched high above, a chandelier inlaid with hundreds of black diamonds hanging at its center. The dim light cast a faint glow over the massive oak table below. The table was carved from ancient darkwood sourced from South Athara's forests, cold to the touch, its grain twisting like frozen serpents. Obsidian chairs surrounded it, rigid and unwelcoming, as if warning their occupants to keep their distance.

The Standard of the New Era The long banquet table at the apex of the Sovereign Elite Grand Hall was carved from solid, seamless obsidian, polished until it reflected the cold, brilliant white glare of the crystal chandeliers hanging far above. Silver serving trays and porcelain dishes clinked softly, but the atmosphere inside the royal dining tier remained dense with the heavy, unyielding pressure of international supernatural law.

Dennis slowly closed the tablet and lifted his head, his whole demeanor still and unreadable, like a statue carved without feeling. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "I never expected this batch of new players to produce someone this remarkable. "His is only a Level 5 vehicle, but saturation bombing couldn't even scratch its paint. Its defenses clearly exceed my own vehicle's. If I'm not wrong, whatever material that motorhome is built from is far more than just Blue Titanium Alloy..." A glint of sharp interest flashed in Dennis's eyes at the thought. "Where the hell is he pulling all that top-tier metal from? Is there some hidden resource point in this Zombie Wasteland even I don't kn

The notes were neatly arranged, and I couldn't help admiring the unique charm the handwriting contained. I held my breath and stared at the notes in disbelief. The owner had highlighted each point in different colors. Aside from the teacher's explanations, he'd also included his own understanding and thought process. The depth of his thoughts made my jaw drop. Every mind map and diagram he'd included left me in awe. I flipped to the first page to see who the owner was—Blake Stone. The name made me feel like I'd been struck by lightning. Was this the same Blake Stone I knew? The state's top scorer, who was a year above me? The same Blake Stone who'd scored full marks for math and an overall s

Patrick had paid a fortune to enter a high-end club. "Mrs. Walker, clubs like these that require one to pay an arm and a leg to enter have most likely got some sort of dirty business going on in there. Mr. Walker pays several tens of thousands or even up to hundreds of thousands every day he goes there." Josiah looked around warily as he spoke, probably worried that he might meet people he knew. After all, it wasn't nice for one to be seen meeting his superior's wife in private. "Several hundreds of thousands?" I was startled. That was roughly how much Patrick made each year!

A long whiteboard lined the opposite wall between the two doors from the hallway. The wall behind the head of the long wooden mahogany table had a large, imposing wood carving of the pack crest. Celeste guessed that the shield was at least eight feet tall and six feet at its widest point. Above a filled mahogany buffet table against the far wall, were seven variations of the crest.

I'd like to see if there's anyone else in Dramon who would dare to challenge us once his corpse turns up in the high seas. She slammed her hand down on the stone table in front of her. The table was made of bluestone, but it crumbled at once. Crystal and Dante were huddled together in a corner, but when they saw what had happened, their faces drained of color at once.

The floor was bare stone, stained dark in places where blood had soaked in over the years and never quite washed out. Chains hung from the ceiling and walls.....some with manacles still attached, some ending in hooks that Eve didn't want to think too hard about. A large wooden table dominated one corner, its surface scarred with gouges and burns. Instruments hung on the wall beside it: knives of various sizes, pliers, something that looked disturbingly like a medieval branks, and tools Eve couldn't even identify. But the centerpiece of the room was the chair.