Metal Family Novels & Stories

“And besides, the children are all safe. What is the door made up of? It was very strong. I believe it won't even purge if I gave it my all." "That's Dinosaurium. Believed to be the strongest metal in this world." “Ooh…” Dante looked out to the moonlight as shadows of black clouds almost covered it. “When will they come around? You know she needs something to kill. When she changes, her instincts will take over.” “We will wait,” Lazarus said. Dante looked at him. “Hmmm. Given your character and how I was told about you, I thought you’d be fun to be with.” Lazarus scoffed but said nothing.

Immediately, information about the Starry Sky Battlespace including a map appeared in his mind. After a while, he opened his eyes. He looked confident and spiritual as he looked around. Based on the stars, he could pinpoint where he was. "The closest opportunity is a place where I can find metal Uru!' he thought. Metal Uru was a precious metal that formed when the area had the thickest power of the galaxy. After years and years, the power of the galaxy agglomerated and chemical reactions happened to form a type of metal. Parts of the spiritual weapon crafted in Bluerealm were made out of metal Uru as it could give the weapon more power. A fist-sized metal Uru was enough to craft a superior-q

It was ten times stronger than normal human metal and even if a werewolf was to be stabbed with one of it, the chances of him dying would be high. It would be that way because this special metal hindered the fast healing of their kind. And so if there is a lot of damage done to them by a metal of this kind, their chances of dying because of how slow their healing process would become, would be through the roof. ‘What do I do?’ She asked herself. Her wolf heard her though she forgot that the animal was listening. “You are forgetting that everything in the Dark Valley is now under your submission because of the bronze stone.”

It felt awkward, considering their last conversation didn’t end on a good note. Concluding within herself not to waste any more time, she nervously sat on the stool beside him. Her arm accidentally brushed his, causing Roy’s wolf to jump with excitement from the body contact. “Your mom… Was a werewolf.” Alan began when they all had their full attention on him. Kimberly stared at him with wide eyes. “T-that’s impossible!”

The material required Royal magic to create its items. Dante took the sword from my hand. He examined its cutting ability with his thumb. "Maya, this metal possesses a special ability. It will break standard silver upon impact. The Council armor stands no chance against this metal. The material will slice through their Elite guards as easily as a knife cuts through soft butter." I surveyed the huge space. The space contained sufficient weapons to equip our whole unit. The room featured central areas which contained large map tables and communication terminals that needed only power activation. I observed multiple entrances that led from the armory to extensive residential spaces and dining a

It wasn't a skyscraper; it was a longhouse made of stone and cedar, designed to withstand the four natural seasons of the True Real—seasons that were dictated by the tilt of a real axis, not a climate-control algorithm. Kael worked beside him, his hands no longer leaking plasma but holding a forge-hammer. He was learning the Chemistry of Metallurgy. To create the skates for the new world, he had to understand the carbon content of the iron he was smelting. "It’s slower," Kael admitted, wiping sweat from his brow. "But when the metal cools, it stays cool. It doesn't need a server-pulse to maintain its molecular structure. It just... is."

It was waking up to forge. A massive, circular blast door on the ship’s hull groaned open. From the void inside, a shimmering, molten liquid poured out, pooling into a perfectly smooth, circular forge on the glass floor. It was Nanolaminate Alloy—self-assembling, programmable metal, the holy grail of alien engineering. "It’s beautiful..." Harper gasped over the comms, exhausted, her mech falling to its knees as she disconnected from the hull. [The Escape and the Prize]

By the time she told me to open my eyes, I felt like I had run for miles. "Good," the Oracle said, holding out a small dark block of metal toward me. "Now I want you to try something. This is Dravenmite — the hardest metal in the Lycan kingdom. With Ulfris's full strength, you should be able to crush it." I took it. It was absurdly heavy for its size. "Crush it?" "Crush it." I wrapped both hands around it and reached inward, searching for that deep well of power. I strained toward it, squeezed hard, and — nothing. The metal didn't even tremble.

Butcher grunted, smirking at his weapons. “Bloob . . . good luck . . . bloob . . . breaking down a door made from xylnaziom.” “Zina-what?” Butcher contorted his face in confusion. “It’s a rare metal alloy used to excavate potent materials from the earth’s core.” Lydia said, her eyes fixed on the glowing panel of her device, her fingers tapping vigorously on it.

he said slowly. “Then what is it?” Roman asked sharply. The doctor hesitated, glancing between us. “I’ve only seen this once before, in the old archives. It’s a bond reaction, but not with people. With metal.” Roman tensed. “Metal?” “Yes. Silver, specifically.” Everyone went quiet. Silver was the one thing that always hurt werewolves. Yet somehow, my body wasn’t rejecting it. The doctor cleared his throat. “I’ll report this to the Council. Until then, try not to panic.”