Novel & Cerita Metal Family

The precious metal in Gold Land Kingdom was called pure silver. The metal found in the half shifters kingdom was called the Ash steel. The metal Found in the Water Kingdom was called Liquid. The metal found in the Night Warrior's Kingdom was called God's bone. And finally, the metal found in the Sun Kingdom was called Heat steel. "I don't get what the difference is." I complained as I looked at the book I was reading and then turned my eyes to the silver Key in my hand.

"As many of you know, my father's company has collected rare metals which were processed and refined by another company to be used in artificial limbs, among other uses. He thought this element was a great alternative to titanium because some people were allergic to it. My father used that element, which I now use for AI applications and robotics, not just for simple prosthetics." "Mr. Milaro," another reporter cut Amy off before she could speak, interjecting. "Where are you planning on taking the company over the next year? Is it true that you plan on branching out to military applications?" I looked at him and smiled as my eyes went back to meet the young and hot Amy Pierce. I eyed her

I hummed, pretending to appear disinterested, “you can never go wrong with silver.” He nodded, following my lead. “Are you… sure?” the clerk questioned with some worry. “You would fare much better with stainless steel or even titanium.” Silver was, unfortunately, a rare metal in our lands and, even so, one that was scarcely used. Most werewolves had some minor aversion to such a pure substance—a flaw even the Moon Goddess herself couldn’t reverse. But it mattered not. If silver was what Maeve wanted, she would get it. “No, he’s right,” Burke interjected. “My intended happens to love silver.”

It was unusually heavy. As I examined the ammunition, a chill ran down my spine. The bullets were encased in silver, with a hard lead core, custom-made to inflict maximum damage on creatures like me. Silver, the one thing that could weaken us, render us vulnerable. It was like a poison, a toxic metal that could seep into our veins and strip us of our strength, and it could lead to death if it struck out vitals.

Even if it meant lying, stealing, or selling his soul to the rich bastards in the sky. The day started out like any other in the Ruins—dry heat pressing down from a burnt-orange sky, dust swirling through broken alleyways like restless spirits. Around here, the only job left for the Forgotten was mining Adrium, a post-apocalyptic miracle metal discovered buried deep in the bones of the earth. They said Adrium was stronger than diamond, five times lighter, and impossible to replicate. The walls of the Citadel gleamed with it l; unclimbable, unbreakable. Motion-detection lasers lined every inch, scanning for body heat, movement, hope.The message was clear:

“The question is, why are you still alive.” Nolan stepped closer. “Because she is smarter than him.” Viktor gave a faint grin. “Then she can stay.” Jax muttered, “Well, that went better than expected.” The gates opened with a groan. “Come in,” Viktor said. “You are on the BROTHERHOOD land now. If Delgado touches this ground…” He cracked his knuckles. “…he bleeds.” Inside the compound, everything was steel, fire, and noise. Men trained with brutal efficiency. Engines revved. Sparks flew from a welding table. It was twice the size of the Vipers old clubhouse—and ten times as fortified.

Thin slivers of unfamiliar alloy buried under the packed dirt near the edge of Kael’s side—exactly where a man might shove an opponent if he wanted an “accident.” Nyra dug them up with a small trowel, holding them up between two fingers. The metal looked dull, almost harmless. It reeked like old spells and tribunal labs. Mae hissed softly. “Cursed metal,” she said. “Keyed to Alpha blood. Trip these, and they don’t just slice skin. They drink.” The Nightmoor crowd’s mutter shifted from anticipation to anger. “Oops,” Kael said lightly. “Old training traps. They must have forgotten the grounds weren’t as clean as they used to be.”

(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.

The Progenitor slowly pulled its massive hand away. I collapsed to my knees on the shattered black glass, my chest heaving, completely drenched in cold sweat. I opened my eyes and looked at my left arm. It wasn't black iron anymore. And it wasn't pure silver. The veins pulsing beneath my skin were a mesmerizing, swirling alloy of both. Dark, heavy, terrestrial black metal marbled perfectly with blinding, celestial white light. It was a new metal. A metal that didn't exist anywhere in the universe until this exact second.

It sat there quietly, catching the blue luminescence of the holographic map. "We ran every metallurgical and chemical analysis available in our labs," Miller reported grimly. "The alloy is a high-grade titanium-tungsten composite treated with a thermal-absorption coating. It’s entirely custom-forged not mass-produced by any corporate entity within the Core, nor traded by standard independent scrappers."