Metal Family Novels & Stories

Ezra The carved wolf is crude, almost charming in a way that makes my skin crawl. Someone wanted it to look like a keepsake. A thing you would pick up without thinking, without gloves, without fear. The star metal wire around its neck catches the light every time Elara’s monitors blink. Star metal doesn’t behave like ordinary metal. It’s not merely conductive. It’s hungry. It drinks intention, then holds it. The wood is worse. Wood remembers shape. It remembers heat. It remembers the hands that carved it.

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."

He would also not risk his life again in the city while playing a deadly game of hide and seek with the people of the slums. "You need valuable and precious metals, host. The components to make one are gold, silver, platinum, palladium, copper, nickel, tantalum, cobalt, aluminum, tin, zinc, neodymium, …" the female voice answered Maru in length. It was almost three minutes until she had finished listing the requirements of making a food fabricator.

"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?

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!”

He was still missing a little something to protect himself with. “Doesn’t your mother have a technology company that specialise in research on special metals? Just get her to make one for you. Why are you asking me for one?” Jaelyn snorted. “Just one will do I’ll buy it from you.” Joshua offered. he had asked Richard about his opinion before and he had told him that the Ventura family's daggers were of exceptional quality. It was said that their daggers could cut through iron like cutting through water. Jaelyn let out a soft scoff before leaving the room to fetch a dagger for him. The dagger she brought for him was made of a special metal that was similar to the one from Anne’s technology

Vitali asks in frustration, though I can hear the pain in his voice. “Wolfram is a metal also known as tungsten. It’s a thousand times worse than silver. A mere cut made by wolfram is enough to kill a mutolupus in hours. The metal is poisonous to our kind… and there is no cure for it,” he says regretfully.

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 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.

"Yes, that's what the memory metal can do. It's changed what used to hold robots back forever. In the past, the slightest blow to the robot's motherboard would cause it to lose all functions at once. However, with memory metal, robots can now overcome moderate damage without being affected at all. That alone should make it worth its price." "Yes, I agree. Well, the Satan Robot costs a hundred million dollars per unit. How much would the memory metal go for, then?" Fawkes' expression darkened. "I think it's important to know your boundaries, Mister Penn. The memory metal is the core of the Satan Robot. It's not for sale on its own. I thought we could have a nice chat, but there's no point in