Metal Font Novels & Stories

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.

he asked "Can we not go through this everytime? I didn't see another way out without all our wolves and us dying in the process." "Bullets won't kill us unless in the heart or the head you know this." "Not if the bullets are silver." I say to him and then I could see the realisation on his face at this information "The bullets are silver?" "I am not one hundered percent sure, but the knife they had earlier that they cut me with was silver so I wasn't going to just lay around and risk that and put your life and our wolves in danger." I said it with a tone that made him know I was being serious.

They didn't have eyes or arms; their fronts were fitted with long, three-inch graphite nozzles that were dripping with a continuous stream of liquid type-metal, the molten antimony-lead alloy that was being prepared for the second press-run. They did not attack her heart. They targeted the silver on her spine. The nozzles opened, shooting a jet of hot metal into her side. The impact did not tear her muscle. It filled it with metal making her left side a solid block of lead that dragged her down the machine. ​"Damon!" her internal ruby text tried to flash, but the red ink-grease was already turning grey under the lye-wash. The Alpha did not come from the furnace.

The sky split open as Merek’s forces surrounded the stronghold. Not an army—no. That would be too easy. He brought the marked—wolves twisted by forbidden magic, eyes glowing black, bodies enhanced by shadowcraft. Not alive. Not quite dead. And he stood at their head, wearing black armor, Luna’s blood-stained dagger sheathed across his chest like a trophy. Kael stood at the gate, sword drawn, fury barely held in check. “You came to die?” he called out.

To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life. She saw the electric light in his eyes glowing like a charging light on a smartphone. His chiseled, metallic chest resembled body armor on a gladiator. Amy’s words were stuck in her throat as she stared at 2Pac. She didn’t want to be fascinated by a robotic man wearing blue jeans. Amy tried to keep her focus on her son sitting in the metal man’s arms. She looked up at the robotic 2Pac, who towered over her. His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame.

"The Primordial Font exists deep underground the Capital's lowest dungeons which sit beneath the continent's bedrock. It serves as a crucible of undiluted Lycanthrope energy which forms the earth's violent heartbeat. I read faster, my eyes darting across the glowing words. The ancient magic will rewrite his DNA through violent methods which make him lose all his evolutionary capabilities. It provides the true Lycan attributes of bone-armor and size and boundless strength which belong to a real Lycan. I announced our weapon to the room which made hope start to grow inside me. The spark which had started to form inside me died the moment I began to scroll down. The ancient text warned that "th

Even Cole, hauling a box past them, slowed to glance over his shoulder, brows raised like she’d just stepped into dangerous ground. Ace tilted his head, smoke curling from his lips as he studied her. “You? Ink me?” His grin returned, wicked now. “Damn, princess. Didn’t think you had that kind of bite.” Ashley shot back. “It’s not a bite. It’s respect. I know what memorial ink means.” He flicked the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his boot. “Alright then. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Nolan stepped forward. “Ace—”

Said Tanner moving his hands as he talked. “How?” Asked Solomon taking a sip of his coffee. “It will allow people to get around Falusia faster.” Said John still moving his hands causing Solomon to follow them. “How will you build it and how will it work?” asked Solomon taking another sip of coffee. “I will build it out of gold sky metal, which is an indestructible metal made in Earth Metal nation.” Said John pulling a piece of paper from his pocket that showed the machines design. “That looks like a hard design to pull off and how did you think of it?” asked Solomon finishing the last of his coffee.

” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors. “Anyway, there are a lot.” Paul completed amused to see my dismay.” but I think Kristos is right, we have to try the product and tomorrow we’ll provide information on the performance of the I love you to the advertisers.” and with that he took a package of six units from the table.” look how lucky I am, this is a mixed box.” he said winking at me before leaving the room. “You should also have a few, Mark, at least to know the difference between one and the other, see you tomorrow.” Kevin took a few too and left.

They found him in the courtyard. The moonlight bathed the stone in silver, but where Magnus stood, the ground withered beneath him. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his fingers twitching as shadows pulsed from his body in violent, chaotic waves. His back was turned to them, his shoulders hunched. “Magnus,” Frederick called carefully. No response. Then—slowly, painfully—Magnus turned his head. His face was a mask of agony. Sweat dripped from his brow, his jaw clenched so hard it looked like he might shatter his own teeth. But it was his eyes that made Frederick stop in his tracks.