Naruto With Metal Arm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I asked for some spam musubi and two different drinks where Charles ordered a full plate lunch. “So that leads to the next question.” I smiled at him as the waitress walked away. “Is your eye the same?” I chuckled. Not the question I was thinking but it was along the lines. “My right arm, right leg and right eye are all made of the same magic metal combination, yes.” His eyes widened. “You’re leg too? Can you…” he leaned in and whispered, “…shift?” Laughing at his secretiveness, I nodded. “Yes, I can. The magic in the limbs allows for them to shift with me. Though…” I looked wistfully out the window. “…I don’t do it often. It gets more and more painful every time I do it.”

I let my power flow into my sword, igniting it with thrumming violet light, and raise it to illuminate the room. A glint of silver catches my eye before a man comes into view. Unruly dark auburn curls surround his chiseled face and strong, wide jaw. His shirt is nearly burned away, revealing a thickly muscled chest and arms–arm. One of his arms is made of metal that gleams against the light of my powers. His eyes meet mine, delirious and full of pain, before he slumps to his knees and falls face first onto the cold stone ground.

He showed his right thumb to me, the rows of white teeth that were neatly lined up looked dazzling, very similar to the character Teacher Man in the Naruto story. "Hehehe!" Tch. I shook my head and then got up. Looking for Mama's whereabouts. A light pat on the shoulder made me look back spontaneously. Who else if not Mother. The woman with a dress with a brown head scarf stretched out until her waist was looking at me, hips on her hands. Ouch! So he looks very barbaric. Looks like a gangster thug next door. Mother flicked my forehead. Looks like he knows that I have odd thoughts to him. Trying to avoid the flick, but still hit. I grinned while chuckling holding my forehead.

"The last person was the most terrifying. He seemed skilled at using poison. If I hadn't been vigilant, I would've died from the poison." Balaro sneered, "That's someone from Karamon." He looked at the trembling ninja on the ground and gently said, "Alright, you can go." When the ninja stood up, believing he had been granted amnesty, he noticed Yondu standing beside Balaro. The ninja's eyes went lifeless; a needle had been inserted above his head. Yondu respectfully said, "Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for granting me a ninja as a familiar. This has always been my wish!"

Colour drained from her face, and she shut her eyes as she rested her cheek against the wood and gripped the edges. He moved the end of glowing metal towards her flesh and watched as the fine hairs on her back shrivelled under the intense heat. Nine gritted her teeth. A silent tear dripped from the corner of her eye and ran over the bridge of her nose. Before the metal could cool down, he swallowed hard and pressed it into her skin. It sizzled and burnt her flesh, forever disfiguring her perfect back. He could smell her meat as the iron sank deeper into her skin. She shrieked, her fingers flexed, then she swallowed it down and bared her teeth in a silent cry. "You are an empty vessel to be c

Nothing about him excites me enough to want to spend time with him. A devious thought crawls into my mind and I smile even wider; “No, I don’t mind. I’d like us to talk.” My chest constricts with guilt at the twinkle of excitement in his eyes. He retrieves his phone from his pocket and stretches it towards me; “My name is Hinata. Can I have your number?” I can feel the full weight of Bhyron’s stare on me now. He’s no longer concerned with being discreet. My blood pressure jumps with excitement.

Wires protruded from the neck like silver entrails, sparking and snapping. "You’re gonna fry your brain, B. Look at you. You can barely hold your head up." Dante knelt beside her, his one remaining hand shaking as he gripped her shoulder. The stump of his left arm was a mess of charred meat and makeshift bandages, the white cloth already soaked a deep, ugly red.

When Yuna regained consciousness, she could hear a woman cheering, "it's a girl!" The woman had a surgical mask covering the bottom half of her face. She resembled a ninja, but her clothes were too bright to be considered a ninja. She assumed that maybe it was normal to dress this way in this world. Yuna looked around and noticed a random metal box that kept making odd sounds. She had never heard anything like it. The ninja lady gently passed Yuna over to her mother.

she replies looking me In the eye with a face void of emotions. Suddenly, she takes hold of my arm which was pointing at her and she places hot metal on it. The same metal that had been in the fire on the table all along. I scream the loudest I probably ever have In my whole life as I feel the pain shoot through my entire body. I watch with tears in my eyes, my skin cling to the metal as she pulls it off. Leaving a mark like that of the letter eight lying down on my arm. "That's your identity dear, never forget that" she states pointing at the bleeding mark.

With a flick of his free wrist he unchained my arms held above my head. Before I could try and scurry away from him, he was sitting atop my bleeding and excruciating stomach. With his knees he held down my arms. I screamed once again as he brought down the burning metal rod to my arm. He held it there for a while and then started to drag it in shapes and letters.