Metal Family Novels & Stories

“The metal. All the metal. Without you, I’d be trapped in this room.” As soon as she says it, the pieces fall together and I’m suddenly aware, there is a lot of metal in everyday furniture and buildings that was missing in her valley. Most of my furniture is on metal frames, the furniture and door handles, the window casings, even switches for lamps. In fact, the champagne glass that I offered her had a metal stem. “The jeep. It burned you. Is that what touching metal does to you?” Darby shrugs in my arms. “Yes and no. It’s not all metal—iron, in particular, and its alloys.”

(Elijah) Now that she mentioned it I remember that, the Magic Eye (My Satellite) has a records of several ruins and dungeon that possesses high yield of Magic metals. Magic Metals is a category of metals that have a high conductivity of magic current, the most famous known metals of it's kind was Orihalcum, Mithrils and moonstones. It's also widely known that Elven Nations were the only sole producer of this kind of magic metals and they have a total controls of it, of course the Dwarven and human kingdoms have some of it but, not as many that they can make it as one of their trading materials.

He took off at a sprint, knowing there was no time to lose. Finally, he reached it. The staircase ended in massive columns of silver bars, thicker than he had ever seen. More important, he could tell right away that they were coated in some kind of material. As he reached out to touch them, he felt a burning in his palms, and felt himself being repelled. This metal was too toxic, even for him. He gazed closely, trying to detect what it was. Finally, he realized: titanium. The most toxic of all metals for vampires.

“And these men?” “They represent imbalance. Tainted magic that was never meant to exist in the world. They are a blight that shifts the natural order.” “How am I supposed to know that? And how can I sleep at night after killing them?” Morrigan held out her silver dagger, “Silver, child. It is one of the earths gifts. Your Makya’s people call it the moon metal. This is an apt enough name. its very presence repels illness, purifies water, and can aid in many medical treatments. It is powerful magic in its own right, which is why it has been sought after by mankind since the dawn of time. Pull out your pendant.”

"I attached it with a metal so thin, and clear ... that it seemed to float." Marco stood up and walked over to the bookshelf in question. Marco stood very close and felt the side of the bookshelf, he did touch a very thin metal that could not be seen by the eye if not very careful. “A special metal that hasn't been widely sold… stronger than steel… and very thin. With an extraordinary price too!" Clearly, Charles was so proud. “Ah… wonderful! If I can start our conversation ..." "Ah ... of course! Let's sit down again. You know actually, I'm in a period of mourning, because I just lost my luna again!" He is touching his chest with his palms, sad face, and excited eyes. Is he psycho?

The doctor deadpanned. Cronus sat up, "Did you just say rhodium? Morgan silver!?" "Yes." The wolf alpha recoiled visibly. Rhodium is the most dangerous metal to a werewolf and morgan silver is deadly when it comes in contact with a werewolf's skin. Rhodium weakens a werewolf so much while morgan silver can kill them. He was almost feeling pity for the Alpha King. Almost. But still... "Look, I don't want to get involved with you all ever again. I try to pretend twenty years ago never happened. Let's leave it that way." Cronus declared.

He just kept on laughing as he watched my blood flow down and after getting satisfied, he walked out of the cell while bragging. Now, as I laid silently on the hard floor I tried and ignored the fresh blood that was trickling down my wrists that were cuffed in silver shackles. If it was anything other then silver I would be ok but open wound exposure to silver causes werewolves extreme pain and weakens us. Unlucky for me, Steven’s favourite metal was silver. Not only did silver give us physical pain, but it also made scars if it was exposed to our raw flesh.

"But at our core, we are beasts! And my beast is stronger than yours!" Jack ducked under the spinning blades, rolling and coming up on one knee. His mind was racing, processing, adapting. The meteorite. It was powerful, but his control was crude, brutish. There was no finesse. And then, he noticed something. The metal didn't move with uniform speed. Lighter objects were faster, but heavier ones were slower, almost sluggish. And his suit... Kyle hadn't tried to control his suit directly. Why? The answer clicked into place. Silver. The alloy was primarily silver, a diamagnetic metal. It was weakly repelled by magnetic fields, not attracted. It wasn't immune, but it created interference, a sort

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."

Adult life in the city of dreams. Welcome to life in Metro City. The city that never sleeps.