Naruto Metal Bender Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Once money has been handed over, they are dragged away. Nero is visibly shaken and tired, cowering near the empty cages. Watching, listening, and taking in the horrible world evolving around him. He notices a young Girl, beautiful long golden Hair which curls at the end. In an instant he feels a connection to her, a pull, that makes him stand up with no effort at all. Watching her twirl around in her pink frilly dress, happily laughing. The laughter makes him smile, brightening the Childs face.

His ability to mind-link me was suppressed by that dangerous metal. "What took you so long?" He welcomed me with a smirk, although I could tell the silver was significantly weakening him. There was just one mutt guarding him and one... woman with ginger hair. She had a terrified look on her face, and it got worse after she watched me slitting the throat of her male companion.

Alexander moved behind Lena and wrapped his arms around her, guiding her hand back to the metal. “Take what you need,” he whispered. Lena leaned against him, eyes glowing faintly. She reached inside herself— pulled on the bond— on Alexander’s steady pulse— and let it merge with her own. Alexander gasped as white light surged through her arm. The bunker door glowed red. Then orange. Then white— BOOM. The metal blasted outward, sliding into the snow with a thunderous clang. Smoke drifted from Lena’s fingertips. Her knees buckled. Alexander caught her instantly.

With a grunt, he snapped them free, the metal clattering to the ground. The moment the silver left my skin, power flooded through me. Nyra surged forward, strong and wild. My body trembled, bones cracking and reforming. Fur sprouted, silver and shimmering like moonlight. I grew larger than I thought I would, and my eyes were tinted with a blue haze. I stood on all fours, towering over the courtyard. The pain faded, replaced by raw strength. The pack gasped, stepping back. Whispers started, soft at first, then louder.

"This metal has been 'Unlinked' from the standard timeline. If I try to forge it, it might turn into steam or lead. But I can temper it with the local static. It won't be sharper, but it will be... more present." "Do it," the traveler said. As she worked, the traveler watched the sparks. They weren't orange; they were white and blue, leaping from the steel like tiny lightning bolts. He felt a resonance in his own chest. He realized that he, too, was "Unlinked." He was a variable in a world that was trying to become a constant again. The Breach in the Script

he noted, watching my struggle with clinical interest. "Make it stop!" I cried as the pain continued. "Then stop pulling, the more you pull, the more the liquid pours. It's a sick punishment method I created, the irons are normal metal, but the liquid filled in them are made of silver," he then tilted his head. "But considering you're a hybrid. It makes sense why the pain isn't instantly incapacitating. You've got that stubborn witch streak in your DNA."

As I go to move I feel something binding my wrists , metal shackles , silver shackles . Well whoever has done this really hasn't done their fucking homework , my bloodline is immune to silver . I can't seem to reach my Lycan , I think to myself as another thought has me stopping . Nari , where is Nari ? At that thought the flashback of what happened before I woke up here . **Flashback** I watch in horror as they inject Nari’s Lycan form with what I can only imagine is wolfsbane . Her body falls to the floor as a roar of pain comes from her , throwing the brown wolf from my left side as I try to get to her .

This condition is very different from some time before. Ah, Meka is an atmosphere destroyer. Gnats tighten the grip. Molar hardening as Nara kept asking to be released. He stopped at a small alley. Trapping the girl's movements with both arms. Nara shrieked. His breath seemed to be choking when Gnat said, "You like Meka, right?"

I gasp for breath and slowly sink to my knees. Once my eyes finally adjust, I can finally make out Elijah and Nathan. Elijah is the one holding me. Nathan then approaches me again, only this time he has something in his hands. I catch a glimpse of metal as he places it around my neck. I swallow the scream of pain that wants to escape as the metal burns my skin, telling me that it is made of silver.

I moved toward the Tether. I dove into the whirlpool, grabbing Dante’s collar with one hand while pinning the child to my chest with the other. I didn't try to pull us out. I used my weight—the raw, non-resonant mass of the "Lead-Bender"—to Anchor us. I felt the dark matter clawing at my skin, trying to dissolve my molecular bonds, but I dug my heels into the warping metal and roared.