Metal Font Novels & Stories

Meteor metal was a highly sought after metal. This item was as its namesake implies, a metal which originated from the stars. A metal which gets forged on impact, on entry. A metal that can only become smelted by the hottest of fires — starfire. This metal is extremely rare. Its price alone was enough to purchase a city. Not even the richest clans could afford a piece. ‘This metal hasn’t been reforged yet, yet it can withstand my energy rushes. If I were to forge a sword from this, it would definitely boost my power!’ Zephyr thought, “If I can find a fine blacksmith, the forgery of this blade will no doubt be legendary!” Zephyr’s defeated bemoans were switched into bouts of ecstatic exciteme

"But it's so thin. H-How can it…?" "Good question," he said, a huge goofy smile broke in his face as he raised an index finger. Then, he went into some kind of a nerdy trance. "That's actually the point. Hadfield steel is made out of alloy with a little bit of manganese so it's thin, but extremely durable against any impact. So, rest assured that you'll be fine—" I exhaled the breath that I didn't notice I've been holding. "—unless you get crushed by a wall or something. This thing's not gonna save you then."

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.

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.”

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.

She could’ve made it to the door unnoticed if they were humans, Kimberly thought to herself feeling slightly annoyed. “Sweetie, I know you must be hungry. I made…” “I need some fresh air.” Kimberly said, cutting her off. This made Christine really sad, Kimberly could see it. She was a bit touched and had wanted to immediately apologize, but she had to keep up her act. “O-okay. Go ahead.” Christine quietly said and turned around, returning back to the kitchen. # “Hello?” Alan answered his phone after two rings. “Hello, beta Alan. This is beta Donald from the white moon pack.”

It was too powerful and slid under her touch, slowing only marginally. Alex drummed her fingers on the metal vent. She smiled, pulling off a platinum pearl earring and jammed it near the center of the fan. The metal grated roughly; sparks flew and the fan spun raggedly to a halt. Alex hit it hard in the center and knocked it from its bolts, sending it flying backwards. She crawled on.

he says with a big smile on his face "What do you want?" Luke calls "Now now alpha" the walf calls back, the way he said "alpha" was dripping sarcasm and i get a feeling as though my skin is crawling, "Come on hottie" he say to someone behind him "now this is not my Luna but she will do for now, alpha, luna id like you to meet..." "SHANNON " me and Luke both yell together "Oh yeah, you have already met havent you" the man says, i can feel Luke beside me shaking with rage so i tale his jand to try and calm him down "who are you?" Luke spits

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

Another day has come, sunlight seeps through his window as his gorgeous blue eyes squint. "Master your breakfast is ready," Fafnir said as he open up the curtains. The garden outside looks lush as ever, as fields of furze, bushes of different colored roses, and beautiful yellow dahlias make the sunny day jollier. Justine smiled and slowly sit up. His unsettled bangs are pushed back complimenting his sea rover-blue eyes and bristly eyebrows make Fafnir wonder why his good-looking master never gotten a fish in the sea. 'Oh yeah, the unsettling bangs' he said to himself