Metal Novels & Stories

I unclasped the band from the ring. "This isn't a diamond," I said, holding it up. "It’s not a family heirloom. It’s just titanium. It’s the strongest metal on earth. It doesn't scratch. It doesn't corrode. It can withstand heat that would melt steel." I looked her in the eyes. "I can't promise you a life without fire, Aria. I can't promise you that the world won't try to burn us down again. But I can promise you that I am this metal. I won't break. I won't corrode. And I won't let go."

"But at our core, we are beasts! And my beast is stronger than yours!" Jack ducked under the spinning blades, rolling and coming up on one knee. His mind was racing, processing, adapting. The meteorite. It was powerful, but his control was crude, brutish. There was no finesse. And then, he noticed something. The metal didn't move with uniform speed. Lighter objects were faster, but heavier ones were slower, almost sluggish. And his suit... Kyle hadn't tried to control his suit directly. Why? The answer clicked into place. Silver. The alloy was primarily silver, a diamagnetic metal. It was weakly repelled by magnetic fields, not

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.

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?

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.”

"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 aga

All she was left to do was some dusting and her work for the day would officially be done. Entering the study, she thought that Mr Black was indeed a neat freak. Not a single thing was out of place. The table made out of oak, was so shiny, it looked almost unused. On its wide surface was a little container that comprised of pens, pencils on one end while on the other was a pile of papers stacked oh-so-well, not a single sheet was overlapping. She couldn't quite believe the setting before her.

I have the exact same dress so we plan to wear it together. As we got ready in our partner outfits, Hudson already knocks on the door as a sign to get into his car. When we go outside I see an Audi R8 in Matt black. Wow, I am actually a Mercedes or BMW fan but this one looks very nice. I see Hudson starring at us. "And how do you like our outfit, Hudson?" Meredith asks proudly. "Identical." He's kidding. Meredith gives him a playful punch in his arm and he chuckles. "You look pretty." He corrects and again he stares at me with those ocean eyes.