Metal Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, I really am. I would never dream of hurting you.” “It’s too late now Simon.” “Or maybe it isn’t,” he rushed up to the iron bars in a desperate manner. “I got something from Henry. It’s a stake and it can kill any being, even a Quadbrid. It’s in the drawer in my room upstairs.” “And what am I supposed to do with that?” “I don’t know. You’re Zeus Hunter after all, I trust you to come up with a perfect plan.” I stared at him for a while.

The car stopped in front of a glassy gate which I assume to be our destination. After the security check, they open the gate and Mike keeps driving. Just when I thought I've seen it all, Mike parked in front of a huge mansion. Everything about this place screams money! I can't help but gasp at the sight of the beautiful castle standing right in front of me. Of course, Mike didn't miss the surprised look on my face, as he smiled at me through the front mirror.

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

He asked leaning forward. Ricky took his jewellery out of his t-shirt. "You mean this? It's a vital thing, you know. It's our identity as Rendells." He explained turning the pendant between his fingers. Neal observed the shiny thing closely. It was also a warrior helmet, but there were only four diamonds in total unlike Drake's, which covered in diamonds. "We all have this." "But this is different from your brother's." Neal stated. Ricky was surprised at that comment then he remembered the person in front of him came there because of the chain.

Minus “Is this coffee or motor oil, Phil?” “I’m sorry, Clutch, I would have made a fresh pot if I knew you and Minus were… stopping by. Here let me make…” Phil Blondino tried to stand, but the barrel of Clutch’s gun pointed at his head convinced him to remain seated. Phil’s grease-stained office chair seemed to groan in agony from underneath his bulky frame. “You’re good right there, Phil. I’m just going to sit here and sip my delicious cup of Pennzoil while my good friend, Minus, looks for Cutter’s money.”

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

I set down the hand weights and walked to the bench-press. I loaded the amount of weight I wanted and laid flat on my back. Tuck stood close by as my spotter in case I needed help. I lifted the weight bar and closed my eyes so I could concentrate on my next set of reps, but all I could see were her big brown eyes. I sighed heavily as Tuck looked at me concerned. Her eyes looked pained as if they were calling out to me. They begged to be rescued but mostly they longed for understanding, love and affection. As I completed my last set of reps Tuck helped me return the weight bar to its resting place. I sat up and instantly felt regret for letting her go. I was an idiot for giving her the cold s

" Van replied and Leo nodded. "Me too. It was great!" I answered. "It really was." Leo sighed. "I understand why the girls like doing this so much." Van laughed. "Try the water. It tastes like cucumber. It's so good." Leo said and I took a sip. "Shit! That's amazing!" I said and they both nodded. We relaxed and watched the game show on tv. One by one, all of our guys came in and joined us. Tom, Jake, Peter and finally, Hart.

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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.